I’ve fallen for Florcore.
Yep. Florcore – she’s the spring floralita sure to usher YOU into summer – and ME inter-floral.
I suppose unofficially, I’ve flexed floral for a while – I’m crazy over Reformation tea-dresses and my wardrobe’s over friendly with House of Hackney leaf print.
So this year I’m making a pledge:
To opt out of borecore-breton and jump on the floral bandwagon.
So far so luxe. My wardrobe’s blossoming, but there’s still some shopping to be done. So to work:
The floral palette; think sundae chic – a la Christopher Kane aka candy man – pastel hues are big news. Promise.
For printspiration; Mary Katrantzou and Kane gave good catwalk – and accessories flourished at Kenzo . Maybe I’ll spell it Florkore. Try repeating that after 2 Kir Royales!
The knickerbocker crowning glory; I’m desperate to luxe a lavender rinse – colourist says NO! Instead I’m free-styling with a Boo-chewed floral crown I bought for a festival. Last seen luxing in the loft – circa ’09 – never worn/never went.
And for the ultimate Givenchy shoegasm:
meet Sexy-Sandal-Of-Summer. She promises toe-cleavage. Mr. Luxe you promised.
My best in bloom moment so far though has to be this copycat Etro-inspired bomber I seized from H&M.
Two key trends I nipped in the bud. Full throttle flirty. Sporty and florally.
With a little more time/sunshine I’m predicting my Florcore to go hardcore.
I’ll keep you posted….
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