MY FAVOURITE #LFW MOMENTS SO FAR...
Good morning!
It's that time again, London Fashion Week is here! To celebrate the beginning of all things fashion (sore feet, no food, wet hair) I put together a little homage to my favourite moments from past seasons. All these photos have appeared on the Style Crusader before but I love them all so much that I think they deserve to be highlighted again. First up is a selection of some of my favourite people that I've shot on the cobblestones of Somerset House.
Next up are some of favourite personal outfits. They include everything from an impeccably chic red Iro jacket to a pair of Charlie May customized platform Doc Martens.
We'll round things off with the shows because that's technically why we're all here in the first place. My favourite will forever be Inbar Spector's AW12 show. It was impossibly beautiful and completely out of this world. A close second though has to be Meadham Kirchhoff's SS12 show. The balloons, the dancers... it was all completely over-the-top and utterly transfixing. Oh, and of course, the green sequined covered model at Fyodor Golan still holds a special place in my heart.
p.s. I am aware that hashtags don't actually work in blog titles but I'm getting in the social media mood, alright? Follow me on Twitter and Instagram for regular fashion week updates throughout the day.
LFW: Outfit day 3 - flats and fries.
By day three of London Fashion Week my personal style went out the window. My feet were blistered and embarrassingly swollen to the point I could barely squeeze them into a pair of converse. This flip flop wearing girl is seriously not cut out for eleven hour days in sky high heels. I'd like to say lesson learnt, but chances are I'd do the same thing again. I was no longer bothered about what I wore and as a way of sticking it to the Man I opted for all black topped off with converse and a low bun. After the first show of the day we went for breakfast in Covent Garden only to discover most places have move onto lunch by noon. Unfortunately I was in no state for soups or sandwiches so broke the cardinal rule of fashion week and scoffed down a bowl of fries. Bloated belly in a body con dress? Oh well. Instead of being sunny like the day before the air was icy cold all day. Shame, another attempt gone awry. My bare legs were literally quivering when Jill offered me her mom's buttery driving jacket to wear. Bless her, it saved the day.
Wearing: jacket borrowed from Jill, H&M dress and thrifted long black blazer both borrowed from Daniella, and converse (not seen).
In honor of England
England let us down in the World Cup (and so did America). But, in honor of Canada Day I thought it only seemed right to bring a flag sailing with us today. We didn't have a moose one so we settled for the Union Jack. Can you tell it was a little bit windy?
Wearing: Urban Outfitters burn out tee, Levis 501 d.i.y. shorts, Rainbow flip flops, F21 turban, Monki sunglasses. Flag: gifted from my dear friend Emma at Jigsaw's head office.