Layering

Close your eyes (but then open them again in a minute because I want you to read the rest of this) and picture a minimalist. What do they look like? I’m guessing black tapered trousers, white Stan Smiths, a crisp…

A stand-out vintage find comes complete with a side order of bragging rights. A simple ‘oh, this? It’s vintage”, can dash the hopes of would-be copycats and elevate you to the status of fashion polymath. Yeah, you know your decades.…

Although I’m currently sat with what I’m sure are some of the last remnants of golden summer sunshine pouring through my office window, there was a distinct chill in the air at 8 o’clock this morning when we loaded Vashka…

In a somewhat unprecedented move, summer happened last weekend. Of course, it’s gone now and it’s only a matter of time before the Christmas adverts come on, but for one glorious 48 hour stretch, summer happened and it reminded us…

If I were the type of person to believe the universe provides us with what we need, I would believe it had provided me with this dress. It appeared to me in the window of & Other Stories; a soft,…

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s winter. Still. But, although we’re only just past the middle of the season, Mother Nature isn’t even really trying any more (I don’t blame her given the current state of affairs). The…

We’re in the midst of troubling times and I think it would be irresponsible and disingenuous of me to pretend otherwise, even on a fashion blog. I’m affected by Trump’s presidency so little on a personal level (currently) that I could…

I have a complicated relationship with winter. Firstly, I despise being cold. I spend almost the entirety of winter wrapped in blankets, hunched over hot water bottles, saying “feel how cold my nose is” to my boyfriend. Secondly, I loathe…

The end of summer is a funny, conflicting time. As a hangover from my school and university days, I’m filled with both new season hope and new term dread. I’m plagued by nightmares of school exams yet eager for crisp…

I bought my first hoodie when I was 11 and entering my seminal grebo phase. I felt like a serious (albeit harmless, 11-year-old) rebel walking around in my black, oversized Linkin Park hoodie, probably paired with huge corduroy loons and…