This summer I was going mental about these Mulberry for Target bags. I ripped an ad out of a magazine, put it on my sisters fridge in the states, and wrote on it...Read More →
This summer I was going mental about these Mulberry for Target bags. I ripped an ad out of a magazine, put it on my sisters fridge in the states, and wrote on it the date they would be released. ‘Please, puhleeeaaasseee, get me these when they come out!’ I begged her. They weren’t being sold in England and she was my only hope of getting my hands on one. I was so surprised when, on the release date, I got a phone call from my brother-in-law, who was at Target on his own, with three kids in tow, picking out Mulberry bags for me. Seriously, what a star. So, it seems only fair to spread the love around… the one I’ve got up for grabs is the pebble mini cross body.
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Graduations are a funny thing. In England they tend to take place months after you’ve actually finished studying and, as of late, attempt to ease you into an economic climate wherein your newly gained academic qualifications fail to secure you a job. Regardless, they’re an excuse to get a new dress and soak up the glory of your hard earned achievements. Ah, which I both did with immense pleasure. Today I rather shakily took to the stage to collect my degree and then roamed around Covent Garden and Knightsbridge. The shakes were due to my unsteady shoes but thankfully I managed to avoid toppling forward. The LSE school motto translates ‘to know the causes of things’. Whatever great philosophical perspective I might have gained from my year there, one thing still escapes me: why I insist on repeatedly buying shoes I can barely walk in.
Wearing: Cos dress, Hue tights, Zara shoes, and Mulberry for Target bag. Thanks to the one-handed-photographer for these shots.
p.s. have put some slightly geeky photos of me dressed up in my graduation gear over on my Facebook group.
If you’re in London before Christmas I’d urge you to get down to Carnaby Street to visit the Elizabeth Lau pop up shop. It’s a gem of a place, with iced cookies sitting on a table by the entrance and goldfish swimming in bowls attached to the walls. The atmosphere is quintessentially English, with tea flowing and well thought through quirky elements bridging the gap between the shop itself and the collection. Lau’s knits are fined tuned with antique buttons and stitched hearts, all crafted from the softest knits. In her Autumn/Winter collection there is a velvet tiered one shoulder dress that is to die for and a Madeline-esque black and grey coat that would be the perfect addition to any outfit. One of my favourite parts of visiting the shop was watching Elizabeth in action. She would politely and discretely guide customers through the collection and help them make decisions about what to purchase. A true testament to her designs and personality, each person that came through the door left with a new item tucked under their arm. The shop is a little masterpiece. If you’re able to, be sure to pop in and say hello to Elizabeth. I promise you wont regret it.
Location: Elizabeth Lau Christmas Pop up Boutique, 2 Ganton Street (just off Carnaby St.), London, W1F 7QL. Open until Christmas Eve. View the Autumn/Winter collection here.
Hanging out in some back alleys behind the Breakfast Club in Soho wearing a combination of favourite items. I got this jumper back in the summer and I only wore it for the first time last week. Heather green and a waffled knit – it is the ultimate in cozy. It helps that I bought it in an extra large… ohhh, I love it. England has finally thawed out enough that it’s possible to wear somewhat normal clothes, as opposed to three jumpers and multiple socks worn under massive puffy jackets.
Someone recently commented that they have never seen me in loose fitting trousers. I tend to stick to a generic oversized top and tight bottom combo. I think it developed when I was about seven… only then it was pink leggings and big white tied dyed t-shirts (with an obligatory knot in the side, yeaaah baby, brings back the 90s). Anyway, this uniform is partly due to my mode of transport: the bicycle. Wide legs really don’t bode well when you ride a bike… unless you want to wind up with your face in the pavement. I’m not sure how I’m going to swing this whole 70s revival. I may have to fashion some sort of trouser decompressor for when I’m in transit. Enough rambling. Hope everyone had a lovely weekend.
There is a certain unexpected beauty in the natural deconstruction of a favourite jumper. Just when you thought it was safe to haul your old knits over to Oxfam… jumper worn by Jill from Street Style London.