Rewind back to November 1st, when I popped myself on a no-sweets-no-treats-before-Santa’s-been ban.
Basically to give J a fighting chance at filling my stocking with stuff I actually want. Also, to give me a chance at fitting into the lbd I actually have.
It’s been a struggle.
I blame the weather. It’s that tricky time of year when layering kicks in and the sartorial nuances I’ve slaved over all summer are scrambling for cover – mohair knit and cashmere variety. At least this is how I reason my latest ban-breakers. A weighty bag of pic ‘n mix (hiding in the Bal) and this belting pair of Céline Caty sunglasses for the win.
I’m not ashamed to admit I became fond basically obsessed with Céline Caty’s after umpteen close encounters on my instagram feed. A pinterest surf later and that was it I HAD TO HAVE THEM.
Dear Santa Mr. J P Luxe.
Sorry. Not sorry.
L x
sunglasses | CÉLINE AT PRETAVOIR
boots | SEVEN BOOT LANE
skirt | GESTUZ
t-shirt | ANINE BING
cardigan | GESTUZ
lace bra | LINDEX
necklace | SWAROVSKI
bag | BALENCIAGA
Ph. J. Andrews
All words, styling, silly faces and creative direction my own.