Forget about sky high heels, this season at London Fashion Week the fashionable crowd were all sporting Nike trainers. I’m rubbish when it comes to heels. I’d much rather wear a pair of...Read More →
Forget about sky high heels, this season at London Fashion Week the fashionable crowd were all sporting Nike trainers. I’m rubbish when it comes to heels. I’d much rather wear a pair of bright tennis shoes any day. The only problem is choosing which pair to go for. Nike has so many options and they are all customizable. You can choose the colour you want for every part of the shoe. With that much choice I’m left a bit clueless for what to pick. I do know one thing for sure though, this is a trend I can definitely get behind.
There are a handful of women in the fashion industry that I admire. Among them are the epic mothers of fashion journalism, Suzy Menkes and Hilary Alexander, as well as more recent greats like Tamu McPherson and Caroline Issa. Each woman is carving their individual place in the fashion industry and retaining great amounts of integrity and class while doing it. I like that.
One person who has recently landed on my fashion radar is the multi-talented Natalie Joos. She’s a casting agent, author, photographer and consultant – a woman of many talents, no doubt. She also has a kick butt blog that I love. It’s called Tales of Endearment and it chronicles all her adventures and has beautiful photos. Natalie is one of the stand out subjects of street style during fashion week thanks to her bold outfits and infectious smile. She always looks so upbeat and positive – an excellent reminder that fashion should always be fun.
There’s an argument that says street style has become increasingly contrived. It’s no longer about authentic individual style but rather has become a parade of famous faces and it items. No where is this more evident than during fashion week. People flock to the shows with the hope that they’ll get photographed. They strut their stuff, pose while looking at their phone and wait for the desperate lenses to descend. The only problem is this has all become a bit fake. It’s no longer about a person’s style but more about whether they have the right mix of designer items.
Outside the Chanel show in Paris this season the madness of street style reached an all time low. Behold, the mini studio that was erected outside the venue. Complete with a massive reflector and a wall of photographers all getting the exact same shot. Authenticity and originality are lacking. It’s one step further in the direction of making street style obsolete and uninspiring. Fingers crossed we never see this sort of set up again.
Please note: This studio setting was put up by French Elle but other people were snapping the same photos from behind their photographer.
I’m sitting at my gate waiting to board a flight to London. It’s May and I feel like I ought to have sunny thoughts swirling around in my head but instead I have a snuggly Dagmar jacket wrapped around me. I’m not going to lie, I look a bit like a yeti. Anyway, this gives me the chance to think back to all the warm wooly looks I snapped back in February during LFW… I love the fluffy textures and the evident power of a basic white shirt.
Dangit. Why didn’t I pack one?!
Ooo, la la, Paris Fashion Week… how wonderful you were.
Before the Valentino show I overheard a man whispering to two women. ‘This is the bloggers catwalk,’ he sneered as he pointed down at the white plastic sheet that had been laid out across the wet gravel. Actually, it’s the unavoidable path for anyone going to a show in the Tuileries. The bizarre thing is, no matter how important you are your car still has to let you out a short trek away from the venue’s entrance which means everyone gets the pleasure of strutting their stuff down the white tarp. Photographers swarm around at the sides waiting for their prey and the perfect moment to pounce.
Here’s a little selection of shots that haven’t made it up anywhere but that I love a little.
p.s. I’m now desperate for a kilt that I can layer over slouchy jeans, and a clutch like Susie’s that has a little hand strap.