Monday 2 December 2013

The Real Thing - what these three words mean in fashion speak.


I remember almost ten years ago in primary school when we had  a Design & Technology project to complete - we had to design and make a T-shirt, showcasing our ability to use dye and fabric paint. My first thought was, "finally, a fashion assignment in school." By this age (age 13), one has already become brand conscious and materialism has also started to creep in. Instead of using my project as a means of replicating a branded Tee I could not afford, I cut off the tags on branded (using the term loosely here) clothing from mine and my sisters'cupboards and sewed them on the now pink colour-bleed Tee. I used black fabric paint to write "No Time..." across the front and "...to Fake it" across the back. I, along with a now fashion design graduate, both got "Best on Show" for our respective pieces of art. Yes, a proud moment.

Nine years later, I posted a YSL blog post, where I was wearing the "highly acclaimed", most coveted YSL Tee. I did also put out a disclaimer that my student budget does not stretch far enough to purchase such luxuries - they were a gift from my brother. I now know that he has a friend that traverses the world and purchases luxury brands to sell in South Africa. There exists many of this kind of entrepeneur in SA lately, some even selling handbags, Coco Chanel pumps and weaves from their car boots. This raises the following question; do people really think a pair of Coco Chanel patent leather pumps is only going to cost them R799? R799 is reasonable for your average high end retail store, but for an item from a luxury brand as huge as Coco Chanel, it is incredibly cheap. What baffles me about people who buy into fake designer label clothing and accessories is that they would much rather spend a few hundred rands or thousands on replicas of international brands rather than spend that same amount of money on genuine pieces from local brands that are designed and created just as immaculately as any international brand.

My brother is based in KZN and the only APSLEY Group stockists in South Africa are in Cape Town and Johannesburg. YSL is part of this group, so initially I was quite curious as to where he had purchased these gems, but I've always been told it is rude to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I did not ask my brother any questions.  I appreciate the gift, because he knows how much I froth over monochrome fashion. The YSL letters on my tee's are black (and ivory) hyde cut-outs and there is a Yves Saint Laurent tag on the back, but doubt still lingers in my mind. Thing is, in China, you get three variations of each respective fashion house; the fake, which is the kind where you'll buy an LV handbag for R200, the rich cousin fake, which is slightly more expensive (kinda like factory outlet prices), but still not the real thing and then the real thing (rare, but it exists). This is where the car boot entrepreneur stocks up. 

An article I read reported on an iStore in China that was completely fake, yet so well engineered that even its employees did not know that they were working in a counterfeit iStore - enough said.

As a result of the growing market of "FongKongs" we're nearing a point whereby we will not be able give a compliment without asking, "Is it the real thing?" Those three words: the real thing, what do they even mean? What is the "the real thing?"

One of the biggest online stores in the world, eBay, provides an array of guides on how to spot the real from the fake. The most popular one being the fake vs. real Louis Vuitton bag, because we all know that every street vendor, every backstreet store and cellphone repair store has that traditional "Louis Vuitton" Monogram Toile canvas handbag, wallet or cellphone cover. I have also seen mannequins in backstreet stores and "R5 stores" (yes, believe it) wearing sequinned Armani Tee's with Coco Chanel handbags hanging off their dislocated porcelain shoulders and just thinking to myself, "Make it stop." The worst part is that there are people who genuinely believe that these are real and that they have been lucky enough to find these high fashion items at such bargain prices. On the flip-side, there are people who are quite cognisant of the fact that these are fake, but still purchase them anyway, because fads, fashions & Instagram likes.

Truth is, in our turbulent economy not many people have the cash to just splurge on a R40 000 handbag.

Yes, we may think we can tell a fake from a real offhand, but this requires a lot of in-depth knowledge of each brand. Intricacies such as stitching, font, ink and placement of graphics have to be taken into account, but the ever-expanding market of fake products comes with really well made fakes, which makes it quite difficult to distinguish between a real and a fake. Even so, I maintain that the trick is in the pricing and store - if it seems too good to be true, then it probably is. If it has a price tag on it chances are that it is fake as well, because major fashion houses do not actually place the price tag on their merchandise. Why? Simply because that kind of price tag is too heavy.


American brand, Abercrombie & Fitch, burns their faulty and unsold clothing, because they do not want people who cannot afford their clothing to wear their clothing. An unnamed A&F official even stated the following: “Abercrombie and Fitch doesn't want to create the image that just anybody, poor people, can wear their clothing. Only people of a certain stature are able to purchase and wear the company name.”




Chanel and Louis Vuitton also burn all their unsold merchandise at the end of each season to avoid having any of their items on sale, which, according to them, taints the item's image and value. Elitism is the tool used to market such fashion brands - nothing else. There is this notion that buying merchandise from international fashion houses gets you a spot in the elite circles. 


My friend once bought a Marc Jacobs blazer at a store in Cavendish Mall. The blazer is stunning and I asked her if it's real and she said, "I don't care, it's Marc Jacobs!" This I admired, because for her, purchasing that blazer wasn't about her showing off, but rather about how it made her feel. Still touch and go, but okay.

As a fashionista and avid magazine collector, I often feel the need to visit the mall every week to, as I call it, "liven up" my wardrobe, which is why I shop smart. Unlike our parents, I am not yet at a point whereby I can pay Luminance a visit like once a month, where most of us can only afford an iPhone cover (if even that). Anyway, the reason why I say I shop smart is because I am more of a "sale-gal" and I don't do shopping sprees. I don't need to do shopping sprees, because I go shopping often - if there is no sale I buy two items at most or sometimes I just let my parents bankroll my swag (have to admit). My point is that in order to look good, you do not have to emulate the lifestyle of someone who is in an income bracket that you do not fall under. 


Just because something is expensive doesn't mean it's great or that everyone around you knows how much it cost you. Also, if you really feel like you just cannot live life without some brand name sprawled across your chest, remember that thrift stores and factory outlets are your friends - genuine brands at incredibly reasonable prices (I once bought a United Colors of Benetton sweater for only R30)! and not to brag or anything, but there are very few brands I do not have in my cupboard.

That said, the fun in fashion is not found in the number of brands in one's cupboard, but rather the feeling you get when you look good - that extra push of confidence and cultivating an image for yourself. I'm just fortunate enough to always find star buys.

Ok, Stay Stylish.

Thursday 24 October 2013

Look of the Day: Leather & (neon) Laces**

Gone are the days when trainers were only reserved for the gym and tarmacs. Trainers have made appearances at several fashion weeks and street-style blogs. With major sports brands like Nike and Reebok splashing colour all over their Free-Runs, Air Max and RealFlexi's, it is kind of difficult to resist. Today I am wearing my new pair of Reebok RealFlexi's with a pair of leather pants. I love this combination of neon colours and how this pair of Reeboks just pops against the rest of my outfit.
#Reebok #Neon #Leather

Same Dress. Different Girl.

I have featured Bonang Matheba on my blog before as one of my style icons, so you can only imagine how flattered I was when I realised that we have the same dress. I wore mine on the 'red carpet' at one of my residence formals in 2010.

In Joan Rivers (Fashion Police) speak this would be a "*Beep* stole my look!" moment, but I must say that it's not everyday that you unknowingly share the same taste as one of your style icons.

I'm calling it - this is one of the highlights of my fashion career!

Pink. October. Breast Cancer Awareness.

October, as we all know, is Breast Cancer awareness month. I believe in this cause, so I thought I should share 3 of my favourite PINK and most essential possessions. I think these three items are those that every woman and every lady ought to have.
1. I love the simple sophistication of a silver watch and yes, mine happens to have a pink face.

2. My pink studs. For me, simplicity is key when it comes to accessories, hence I only adorn my ears with studs.

3. Coco Chanel said, "A woman without a fragrance is a woman without a future." She was definitely onto something here. Every woman deserves a good fragrance that can define who she is. I love light, floral, fresh and joyful scents, which is why I wear Carolina Herrera Léau. Its floral, earthy, sandalwood and sensual notes really do wonders for my mood. I also love how the bottle is accessorised with charms: the gold CH charm, a pink CH handbag, a pink floral ribbon and a dragonfly with pink wings.

My heart goes out to every woman and family affected by breast cancer. Remember that time is the Band-Aid that heals all wounds, every woman owns a good pair of something; from shoes to earrings, so don't worry - your best pair is a fighter. 

Wednesday 2 October 2013

Same Outfit. Different Girl.

The art of coincidence. I spotted this picture of Jena Dover in one of my ELLE magazines and it just so happens that I have similar items in my closet. Who wore the look best?



 Jena dover

 

AFIKA

 

Monday 30 September 2013

What's in a name?



"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." - William Shakespeare-

William Shakespeare has told no greater truth, but I beg to differ when it comes to blog titles. In this ever-expanding "bloggersphere" one has to have a blog title that is relevant, yet as catchy as Psy's Gangnam Style. There is nothing worse than a misconstrued blog title - a friend of mine can relate. He opted for the rhyming couplet kind of  blog title and had many a raised eyebrow whenever he mentioned it, as we all thought it pertained to content of a sexual nature. Nevertheless it was quite an informative blog.

So I opted for a play on the letter A...well because my names start with the letter A and because all good things are associated with the letter A. It was not just a trivial play on the first letter of the alphabet, though. Let me dissect it for you. It's time you knew the story behind the name.

"Straight-A's & A-cups: the pursuit of wisdom and style by a petite lady."
The 'Straight-As'- this has nothing to do with the state of my academia. This is about approaching every aspect of my life with a sense of dedication, attention to detail and doing nothing mindlessly. It embodies my constant pursuit of wisdom as I grow. In school when you get straight As, everyone looks to you for answers, everyone wants you to share study tips with them and some just want to copy your work. In pursuing wisdom, the former is the effect I want to create - I hope one day I can lead by example and have young girls look up to me for the work I have done. It is about not stopping until you reach the top. It is about just. Getting. It. Right. (in all aspects of one's life)

The A-cups - I am a petite girl. I am an a-cup. Nothing bounces when I run on the treadmill. I guess the great thing about this is that the opposite sex can actually focus on what I am saying when I am talking. I do not wish for implants, as I am very comfortable with my size. Many women feel restricted with regards to what they can and cannot wear because of their bodies. Whether it be a small chest, voluptuous hips or skinny legs, most women feel the need to hide their imperfections under the veneer of 'dressing for comfort.' I do not. Not because I think my body is immaculate or that I am above any fashion rules, but because I understand my body. I understand that the proportions of my body are correct and that having a bigger chest would only make me look like a Photoshopped Nicole Scherzinger - out of proportion and unrealistic. I wear bustiers and boob-tubes and have dabbled in the side-boob trend once or twice and I did not look a fool - quite the opposite actually.

You see, what I am trying to push with this is that when it comes to the female form, it is not about what you don't have, but it is about enhancing what you do have and making it work for you. If I allowed myself to be owned by any perceived body flaws, I would not be able to holistically appreciate fashion the way I do now. 
Besides, there would be no space for this big heart if I were anything more than a 32A.

Now you know ;-)

Avathe

 

Friday 20 September 2013

DIY Denim**

I have had this pair of Levi's jeans for a while now, but I very seldom wear them, so I decided it is time for a few changes. I am a fan of the distressed denim look and figured that the only way for me to start wearing these Levi's jeans on a more regular basis is if I did something about their banal nature. Enter my DIY skills...

BEFORE:
                                         Plain blue Levi's jeans with a turn-up.

THE PROCESS:
 A pair of sharp cosmetic scissors, a sheet of sandpaper, a safety pin and a Minora blade all contribute a bit of magic to the process of ripping, shredding and pulling the threads.
Persistence is key when using sandpaper, as you need to sand down the jeans for a while before you actually start seeing a change, watching each layer coming off merely as fluff.
The Minora blade requires a steady and gentle approach. Going in as you would with a pair of scissors to paper will result in an unflattering rip and fingers full of plasters - these babies are SHARP!




I took a picture from every angle just to make sure it looks good from all angles and not "in-your-face-unflattering-DIY" and I'm pretty satisfied with the outcome.

AFTER:
 
 
 Before I got started I put the pair of jeans on to mark where I want the rips to be. This is strongly advised, as simply distressing by estimation could lead to tares in wrong and inappropriate places. Below, I got the thigh tare in the correct place; not too high and not just above my knee. Above, the knee tare is accurate, as the desired effect has been achieved - the "knee-bend" effect.
 From a side view, there are no flapping pieces of denim, which would give away the DIY-ness of the look.
 

 

Monday 16 September 2013

"Print-cess" - Get the look**

I absolutely love prints, graphics and different textures. My cupboard is PACKED with printed garments from dresses to animal print sweaters (which my friends have affectionately mocked) to crop-tops to headscarves.

Honestly, this is one of the reasons why I love summer so much - it allows me to explore the respective African and Asian cultures and to play with colour and various light fabrics.

What I usually do with my printed items, though, is to wear only one of them in a given ensemble for the day, thus making it the star of the show, but what I have recently discovered in one of my favourite fashion glossies, ELLE magazine, is that mixing it all up makes for a beautiful summer cocktail.

Even better for me, when I read further I came to the realisation that what I consider to be my key ingredient when I style myself is what this magazine deemed the best way to don this look and that my fellow readers, is this: "SIMPLICITY is the ultimate sophistication." I never want to look like I've put in too much effort into an outfit, so I always opt for minimalist styling and I steer clear of that "matchy-matchy" mess.

This is exactly the advice that the October issue of the Elle magazine provided its readers with - when mixing prints & graphics you can go explore quite a bit, but when it comes to styling (your hair, for example), minimalism will definitely work in your favour. I haven't thought of the right prints to mix together just yet, but this is how I have worn them thus fur:

 Featuring the classic white shirt (Canterbury), here. This is a dress I bought from a little store called Catacombes in Kalk Bay 3yrs ago and I can still rock it in so many ways. This was a winter look, so I paired it with these Melissa boots and chunky Marks & Spencers tights.


 This is a scarf I got from the ELLE magazine about two issues ago. Paired here with just a touch of pink lippie and a pair of cat-eye sunnies.



 
*"print-cess" term adopted from ELLE

Thursday 12 September 2013

Style Icon**

Solange Knowles - my ultimate STYLE ICON from her hair to her heels!! The reason I fell in love with prints and box-braids. Everything just works on her. Her video for "Losing You", which she shot in South Africa last year has got to be one of the most fashion fuelled I have seen in a while. What is in those Knowles [jeans]?! (yeah, I know...genes.)

Spot the difference, LOL :)


 
 
But seriously, here's a look at some of my favourite Solange looks:
 


 

Wednesday 11 September 2013

A splash of colour**

Tis the season to mix trends and this includes mixing your neons with prints. I think we all agree that animal print is here to stay and one way to make it work for you during spring is by adding colour (just one colour, though).

By doing so, you give this kind of print more of a playful edge, which is more fitting for the spring/summer seasons. It is very easy to be more on the tacky side when channelling this look, so simplicity is key here.

Below, I opted for a Forever New neckpiece to be the (neon) splash of colour against an animal print top - giving an unexpected element, but trying not to overwhelm anyone looking at my chest area.

#GetTheLook




 

Tuesday 10 September 2013

Loooong overDUe!!**

 
A few things that caught my eye
at the Grahamstown National Arts Festival waaay back in July.
From shoes to clocks to mirrors to a dying iPad battery :(
I love pretty things!
 
 
 
 Simplicity: oxford brogues and dark denim. Thumbs up!
 
 Beaded Tommy takkies that Xhosa women wear with their traditional attire.


A vintage shoe shelf including current shoe trends, such as toe-cap heels.


Tea time!

Time is money.



Monday 9 September 2013

Vintage finds3**

Grandma's closet: The stylish gene runs in my family, so it came as no surprise to me when I came across this jacket in my gran's closet. I fell in love with it, asked her if I could have it and she had no objections. It needs a minor alteration and some dry cleaning, though. I can not wait to wear it out.

#LeatherPanels #Chiffonbomber


 

Wednesday 4 September 2013

Thursday 29 August 2013

Star of the week**

 
 
Denim is my first fashion love, so it comes as no surprise that yet again, my "Star of the Week" comprises of a denim gem of sorts - this time not even worn by me.
This is a picture of two friends (also former colleagues) of mine, Mila & Vuyo, rocking out the denim & studs trend that has made the biggest waves in fashion this season. Double thumbs up to these pretty ladies!
 
#denim #studs #gold
 
 


The cost of fulfilling the superficial self - a look at Macklemore's "Wings"


Recently, I've developed an obsession with Nike Free Run trainers and not just for gym purposes, but for casual daywear as well. Why? because fashion has taken us this far - to this point whereby wearing colourful trainers and sneakers is trendy. My latest issue of ELLE can attest to this, as it portrays the immense liking the fashion industry has taken towards this new fad, including pictures of the editor, Jackie Burger, and her team wearing different variations of such sneakers to the office. If anything, this issue made me all the more crazy for this fleeting trend. By this time next year I can imagine that my Free Run trainers will be strictly for gym again.

This makes me think back (not too long ago actually) to a time when one would be ridiculed for wearing a pair of trainers for any other purpose besides fitness, but now because a heavy price tag is attached to them and our glossies endorse them, we are all running to sportswear outlets. Even so, it is still only a certain kind of brand and specific make that is acceptable.

Wings by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis portrays to us how we have become slaves to consumerism and materialism. It shows how even from a very young age we are made to believe that our superficial self is an important part of ourselves to fulfil, but this comes at such a high cost - not just literally, as is illustrated by the lines below:

"Yo, I stick my tongue out so everyone can see that logo
Nike Air Flight, book bag was so dope
And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his fours, whoa"

We buy into fads so easily and so often that we do not even realise it anymore. With buying into fads comes the "which brand did it best?" mentality, thus turning it into a survival of the fittest. The brand which churns out the best fad (relative to its competitors) will surely make its way into one's closet faster than the one which paid no attention to detail i.e. red sole vs. ordinary sole. Same pair of shoes, but because Polo has made the soles of their loafers red, you're going to opt for them over the now ordinary Woolies loafers. It is all part and parcel of fulfilling the superficial self, which exists in all of us. We forfeit functionality for aesthetics.

I am not saying we should just purchase our material possessions for comfort, practicality and functionality, because honestly that would take all the fun out of shopping. What I am saying (and I think Macklemore too) is that we ought not lose our identity over material possessions. What we have in our closet should not determine our worth.

I love fashion. I love good quality things. I like being lavish from time to time. I shop way too often, but I do this all within my means and I do it for MYSELF, not to prove to the next person that I can afford to wear such and such a brand, because trying to show off is what causes some people to lose themselves ultimately - exhibit A: Skhothanes! A matter that has been trivialised and laughed at, yet goes far beyond the act of just "showing off" to peers.
Wings is a beautiful, well written song, which highlights the issue of consumerism very well and with a concluding line like this: "It's just another. pair. of. shoes." it really makes one think.


Thursday 22 August 2013

Robyn's "Dancing on my own" **

"I'm just gonna dance all night
I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line
Stilettos and broken bottles
I'm spinning around in circles."
 
 
"So far away but still so near
The lights go on, the music dies
But you don't see me standing here
I just came to say goodbye."
 
 
Robyn Kleerup Dancing on my own lyrics (2 verses which resonate most with me)
 
Most girls can relate to some parts of this song much like me, but this is a phase of our lives which we absolutely have to outgrow and walk away from. These are games no one should have to play. We need to stop subjecting ourselves to being the lesser woman, falling victim to a deficit of self-worth. Own your womanhood. Own your dignity. I've done that. I'm doing that.
#growingpains
 


After centuries of men looking at my tits...

"After centuries of men looking at my tits instead of my eyes and pinching my a** instead of shaking my hand, I now have the DIVINE right to stare at a man's backside with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to."
 
 
Denise (Lisa Kudrow) on PS, I Love You
 
 


June Jordan**

"I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself and to respect myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect."
 June Jordan


Tuesday 13 August 2013

Chasing the hairline - a black girl's struggle** (chapter 1)










The black girl's receding hairline has become the punch line of many a joke, but is it really that much of  a laughing matter?

Not too long ago I posted a link to an article by Dr. Susan Taylor on Twitter, titled "What every black woman needs to know about hair loss." [link: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-susan-taylor/black-women-hair-loss_b_1457285.h. Now usually when you see a post of this nature, you half expect it to have negative connotations, to be humorous, a mockery portrayed through a meme or an attack on black women telling us to burn our weaves and emancipate ourselves from white imperialism. It was none of the afore-mentioned - in fact, it was an informative and factual take on the root  (pun intended) causes of hair loss amongst black women. Dr. Taylor's intention was to make our women more aware of the fact that the very same hairstyles we pursue to salvage our hair are the ones that push us deeper into the hairline abyss. What stood out to me the most in this article was the part about hair loss support groups. Yes, chuckle, but for as long as a problem is a problem to one (wo)man, it ought not to be trivialised by the next. Hair loss may seem like a trivial matter to some, but when you've grown up aware of the "your hair is your crown" notion and suddenly when you look in the mirror, you see that some jewels have fallen off you crown, the gold is chipped and your reign is drawing nearer to an end, I can only imagine how much of a knock one's self-esteem must take in such a situation. At the end of the day, hair loss is to a woman in her prime what acne is to a teenager. Alas, we all have our insecurities.

As a matter of fact, my insecurity manifests itself in the hair department. First problem - I have my dad's hairline and it doesn't help that I have a big forehead to go with it - my dad started balding at the age of 35, does this mean I only have 13 years to go? Second problem - my hair lacks volume. Third problem - every other month I plant something new on my head. Recently I tweeted the following:
"Need a new hairstyle. Maybe I'll just go for my usual 'always-in-a-bun' twists. #blackgirlproblems #teamsavethehairline "

"Changing my hairstyle every month like I've been promised a new hairline."

The ugly truth here is that twists are not actually safe and easy on the hairline and yes, fact of the matter is that no one has actually promised me a new hairline, yet here I am defying such odds in the pursuit of fleeting beauty.


<<<March 2013



I have long hair, jet black in shade (Mom's genes), silky in texture (thanks to my hairdresser's GHD), but I insist on planting extensions. Why? I believe in the bun and the myth that your hair grows longer if you keep extensions on for long periods of time. On the former, my staple hairstyle is the classic bun, because it suits the shape of my face and I don't enjoy hair in my face. The latter? I'm starting to believe that this statement may hold true to a certain extent. Last year I cut my hair in a pixie sort of fashion. Now before I continue, believe me when I say my hair was in its PRIME (the longest it's ever been) just days before I made this decision, but I still went ahead with it in pursuit of cultivating a new image for myself. I regretted it instantly. A week later I was standing in front of the mirror, pulling my braids up into a bun. I had gotten these braids done in an attempt to bide time until my hair grew back again. I did not look ugly, I had just grown attached to my long hair and was not feeling up to explaining myself to everybody who inquired.

My point is that as human beings, change scares us. We fear what others are going to say. We conceal our problems (I'm actually not opposed to that) - I concealed a pretty sick haircut with braids, a haircut which later grew out into an asymmetrical bob, so like a Phoenix, I rose from my perceived ashes. We put people in boxes such as this one; "girls who wear weaves are superficial." That is not a fact. Granted, we're not all bold enough to go bald, but one should not fear that their next hairstyle is going to make them fall prey to public scrutiny.


<<<June/July 2013


You keeping your natural "nappy" hair does not make you more black than the girl with the Janet Jackson box braids or even the girl with a lace-front wig. We have been given these options, why not explore every avenue? My wallet. My hairline.

<<<April/May 2013



India Arie aptly says, "I am not my hair," and I say, "It's just hair, it grows back."

Friday 26 July 2013

Do you**



Do you...


So recently my blog came up in conversation between a guy friend and I - he was mainly shocked that I have one (a blog) and proceeded to ask the expected questions, one of whichwas, "so it's a fashion blog?" and the little mean girl in me was itching to furnish him with a sarcastic response along the lines of, "No, I give relationship advice," so I did. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against blogs of a romantic nature, I was just using sarcasm as a tool to make a point. The point that I'm in a committed relationship with style.

Now this committed relationship is what often (for lack of a better term) cock-blocks me. I once read in one of my glossies that the kind of ensemble that will make other women "envy" you is the one that will make men run away from you. A bit of a stretch, but ok. I see where the correlation may be, but I'm still not willing to cheat my vogue heart to win over the heart of a man.

Dressing well should be solely about yourself - a good appearance on the outside reflects the activity of the heart inside. Some have said people who are concerned about their appearance are shallow, superficial, pretentious, insecure decepticons. Harsh, right? But I'm not here to antagonise that kind of ignorance - this is a happy blog...or maybe that will be a post for another day?

The aim of this post is to draw my own conclusion about what I've learnt about dressing (or not) for our testosterone-fuelled, FIFA-loving, grateful-for-leggings counterparts; men. In theory, this should not be a priority when you're picking the appropriate attire to be clad in for any given occasion, but truth of the matter is that there are first dates to be attended, dance-floors to be ripped apart and eyes to be caught. I came to this realisation when I was a freelance stylist a while back and our team leader gave me the (30 second) task of picking an appropriate outfit for a first date...I froze, 10 seconds into this challenge I pulled out an ink luxury silk beaded top from a nearby rail, 15 seconds in, I turned to her and said, "I don't really go on dates often, in fact I haven't been on one in a looong time," I got a friendly, yet brief chuckle out of her. She was still expecting the other half of that outfit to materialise. It did eventually, but not in 30 seconds like I had done with the other tasks such as job interview ensembles, LBDs for drinks with the girls and holiday resort comfort clothing.

 I guess I really have a knack for women's wear, i.e. the woman dressing for herself and getting a compliment or two from her fellow women counterparts - but when it comes to dressing for men, I only know that you shouldn't even try to please them.

Taking Drake's lyrics a little too much to heart (you know, as one does), these are the words I've learnt to take comfort in: "Don't do it for the men, men never notice. You just do it for yourself, you're the f***en coldest!"

Tuesday 23 July 2013

Royalties**

In light of all the royal buzz currently occurring across all social media, I found it quite fitting to dabble a little in a "who wore it best?" feature, considering earlier on today there was talk of  Princess Diana and the Duchess's polka dot dresses - the blue vs. green banter. Personally, I do not think either one of these royal ladies looked better than the other in their respective Polka Dot dresses. To me they both radiate beauty in their own majestic manner.
That said, I found a picture of the late Princes Diana looking sultry and inevitably classy in a black mesh LBD and thought it a swell idea to contrast it with my own Sissy Boy LBD.
 
#LBD #PrincessDi #fortheloveofallthingsBritish
 
 
 
 

Wednesday 3 July 2013

Star of the Week**

It is only Wednesday, I know, but  I've already picked my star of the week, simply because this is an outfit I picked yesterday based on the fact that it features a touch of all my favourite details in a fashion ensemble.
#Daywear
#ZoomSparkle
#DistressedDenim
#ClassicWhiteShirt
#VintageLeather