Confession: I haven’t taken this baker-boy hat off since we hooked up on Friday. I’ve been sizing this style up for a while now. First sighting was months ago when Isabel Marant…
Fine-tuning my autumnal uniform, I’ve come to realise that only a chunky knit will do. Not a fine-knit cashmere pull… no no no, though that’s equally deserving of it-knit status….
I have a secret. A not so sartorial one which goes by the name Mr. Wolfe. Purveyor of a mean flat white and enabler of my current Orange Blossom Pistachio…
Sweater weather. We’re here, it’s happening, I’m so up for this I cannot tell you. So it was time this Gestuz knit took her maiden voyage. We’ve been eyeing each other up…
Had a meeting in Shoreditch yesterday. Super early o’clock and before signs of life latte. Cold, coffee-less and for shutterbug-in-the-street Mr. L, practically combat – crazy van drivers down these parts…
Back home after my month round trek – I miss it. Haven’t unpacked (air-hostie-habit), hardly slept, hating on life… not really. But oh boy am I enjoying my closet and the endless…
Today I endorse dressing for an era other than one’s own. Why? Well let me introduce you to someone special. She’s a 60’s wool shift dress called Edie. With Penelope Pitstop…
Alas, I pulled up at not-so-sunny St. Pancras armed with an obscene amount of digital content to be uploaded and full of that feeling …the fashion week blues. So what better way…
