Why Fashion Week Makes Me Feel A Bit Shit

“Oh, you wanna photograph me? Sorry, I’m just tryna distract myself from the awkward humiliation of having no fashion week allies by cyber stalking people I don’t know on Instagram. BRB.” (ph by Cornel Petrus)

I Came, I Saw, I Unsuccessfully Contoured

In which my majestic friend, Gemma, and I attempt to navigate the murky brown waters of contouring. Spoiler alert: we don’t do it well.

Is The Blogosphere Chockablock With The Same Frocks?

Ever felt like you’re in a world-wide web of replication? Finding it hard to differentiate one fashun blogger from another? You could be suffering with a case of Blog Fog: a haziness that sets in upon witnessing the seventh photo featuring a pair of perfectly distressed, ripped jeans, offset with a classic Chanel bag and some Tony Bianco lace-up heels. Nude, rounded-off nails, optional.

I’ve Been Peacocking For Years and I Didn’t Even Know It

peacocking (noun) 1. Ostentatious dress or behaviour employed by a man in an attempt to impress women. (via wiki)

2.     The art of dressing like a mutha-fluffin’ boss in order to beguile onlookers. (But mainly just ’cause doing so gives us the good feels.)

Consider My Feathers Ruffled

In which I make six fashiony statements that will undoubtedly revolutionise your life, and your wardrobe. Mainly your wardrobe.

What Blog Shooting *Really* Looks Like

Join me as I give you a no holds barred insight into the world of fashun blawging, complete with unflattering photographs. Please be upstanding for my five chins.

Bon Bon Voyage

This Bon Bon bag is my spirit animal, I’m sure of it.

Do The Hippy Shake

I LOVE THIS CO-ORD SO MUCH I WANT TO MARRY IT!*
*The remarkability of this exclamation is put into perspective once you know that I have no plans to marry. It’s money I’d rather spend on my closet.