Punting is a mandatory summer pastime in Oxford. It’s pretty much the most glorious way to spend an afternoon: water, boats, gin & tonics, strawberries, pub stops, angry swans… what more could you...Read More →
I just want to send out a very big thank you to Victoria Riches who sent me these illustrations she did inspired by a couple photos she saw on here. I absolute love them and am so chuffed that she took the time to do them and send them over to me. She has got an awesome flickr account filled with loads of gorgeous drawings. Be sure to check it out here. Thanks again Vic!
Everyone is getting a bit stir crazy for Autumn. Blustery weather is already starting to settle in over England and this is only spurring on people’s dreams about what the new season has to offer. At the top of everyone’s concern seems to be colour. As if that’s not a dull enough topic of conversation already the colour of choice isn’t helping to heat things up: beige. We haven’t even attempted to spice it up by giving it some sort of phantom-name to disguise its boring nature, like perhaps cinnamon or chestnut. At least that would conjure up more exciting emotions than beige: all that springs to mind is infinite nothingness. Not too awe inspiring of a way to usher in the new season, I’d argue. Anyway, it seems we’ve got Chloe to thank for all this bland colour hoopla that is stirring up the fashion magazines and bloggers alike. The creative director, Hannah MacGibbon, sent one beige head-to-toe ensemble down the catwalk followed by another until she finally conceded and threw in one model covered in black leather and a couple in grey pant suits. While Chloe seems to be getting all the credit for this ‘fashion forward’ look it wasn’t the only house to send the monotone sandy look down the runway. Prada, A.F. Vandevorst and Michael Kors also gave it a whirl – though they didn’t have their entire show dominated by the ensemble alone. Chloe was the only one that stuck their neck out for the trend. The brand also championed the ‘new trouser shape’, or what actually is the return of the old ’70s trouser shape: read high waists and full legs that flare out past the knee. Great. So, my skin will be looking pasty, since inevitably that’s the only way it could possibly look with beige next to it, while I’m tipped over on the side of the road because my flares are caught in my bike chain… this is one two-part trend I will be avoiding.
As Autumn is just around the corner I thought it was only appropriate to clear out some items from my wardrobe in preparation for the new ones that are bound to come in. I didn’t intend to mention this little project on here but Friday night, when I was spending my night at home watching Sleepless in Seattle and ebaying, I made a little tweet about what I was up to. I got quite a few requests from people asking for my ebay seller name so they could check out my items. So, I thought I would post it on here as well in case anyone is interested in my unwanted goodies. After all, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. More items will be added over the next few days.
Ebay items available here.
Today it’s the one year birthday of my little blog. That’s right, one year ago I did my very first post: a mission statement outlining the purpose of The Style Crusader. It is no longer relevant to what goes on here though. I started with a specific purpose, to critique the outfits of people I secretly snapped on the street, but as you probably know that’s not what I get up to much these days. Yep, if you go back into the spider web covered archives you’ll find fingernail sized blurry images of so-called fashion victims. That went on for roughly six months and only changed after I weaseled my way into London Fashion Week in February. When I should have been a few hundred meters away, studying at the LSE, I played hooky and set myself firmly within Somerset House hoping to catch a glimmer of fashion glory. It wasn’t hard to spot, the venue was oozing, and from that point on the true obsession began. So, I bring you the top moments, in no particular order, from The Style Crusader’s first year…