Untitled (Unhinged)

pics - theyallhateus, studdedhearts, lissiloves, somethingsgoneawry, someotherplaces,

Aesthetic overdose?

So I'm emptying my electronic inspiration folder to make up for the lack of posting I may or may not be doing in the next few weeks.  Life's incredibly stressful at the moment, and even pretty pictures have lost their magic.  You know it's bad when even the likes of Moss and co can't make you feel better.  Like some kind of fashion flu perhaps.

Over and out, a bientot, happy Monday xx

The Skirt

Isabel Marant Etoile Nuta Drape Skirt

I've been waiting a million years for someone, anyone, to bring out a cheaper version of this skirt.  The perfect blend of cool, casual, simple style, I want to wear it day in, day out, with everything I own.

To be honest, it doesn't look like it's going to get copied on the good old British High Street any time soon.  Maybe they've exhausted all their copy-catting with wedge trainers (seriously, how many different pairs are there out there now?!) so quite frankly, I may just have to buy the real deal.  

But you know what?  It'll be totally worth it.  Because I love it.  And true love is worth a hundred big ones.

Whatever the Weather

Zara - £139.99

Definitely not something to even consider going near in this heat (trying it on was taxing enough) but my love for this coat knows no bounds.  The perfect blend of two classics; quilted leather and boucle wool.  It's almost enough to make me wish for rain.

Sunday Boys

pics - streetfsn

Slightly hypocritical of me to say since I've been trying to dissuade The Boy from getting a sleeve done, but these boys and their tattoos are just beautiful.  (I'm pretty sure it's not just the tatts though; the floppy hair and chiseled jawlines probably play a small part in the general appeal.)

It would be nice if you saw these creatures walking around London on a daily basis: making commutes everywhere so much more bearable.

Life & Soul

pics - theyallhateus, wolfcub, studdedhearts, trineswardrobe, thesartorialist, etc, etc (way too tired)

It's Saturday night.  It's half nine.  It's a gorgeous evening outside, the smell of BBQs is wafting through my window...and I'm totally in bed, in my pyjamas, having recently consumed cottage cheese on ryvita and cup-a-soup (cos that's how I roll/it didn't require any cooking) waiting for The Boy to get home from the pub and pretending to myself I'm still going to be awake when he does.

God, I am utterly rock'n'roll these days.  I mean, seriously, I'm surprised no one's worried for my health and researching the best rehab centres in the area yet.

Anyway, I felt like it had been a while since I bombarded you guys with an overdose (oooh must be careful, that kind of talk wouldn't go down well in rehab) of beauty in replacement of any interesting words whatsoever.

So there you have it, a refreshing break from clothes-I-want-but-can't-afford, and the smug satisfaction that each and every one of you is probably a hell of a lot cooler than I right now.

Don't say I'm not good to you.