I'm still lusting after a Celine Trapeze bag and I've decided I need to get my mitts on one before they're on the arm of every woman in London and eventually making guest appearances on reality shows (yes I'm looking at you TOWIE who has single handidly ruined classic Chanel 2.55 bags and Birkins). The mink grey is my favourite, obviously paired with a little Chanel bag because there is nothing more fabulous than having too many bags you just simply must wear two at a time.
I have never loved pink so much in my life. As a little girl (shockingly) pink was never part of the agenda. Right now I can't seem to get enough, I want neon pink nails, jeans, sweaters, bags, highlights (don't worry mom), furniture. Everything.
If you're over the age of 35 and wearing something that would make Miss Selfridge shudder then please take note. Simplicity and elegance should always take precedence over what's fashionable and short enough to send your ex-husband to the pub. Ashley Olsen may be 25 but this look means business. She's going to attract the right kind of attention (unless she runs into an unruly PETA campaigner who has a problem with her alligator bag) and appears effortlessly stylish.
So in keeping with the total randomness of this blog, I decided to post on one of my greatest loves; Chelsea. Fashionable or not (I really couldn't give a toss) I have been going to Chelsea religiously since I was 6 or 7. Instead of having the requisite 'Princess Party' when I was younger (I had a few) I had football parties and attended Chelsea Football Club Summer School where I was one of 5 girls out of 800 budding Zolas.
Chelsea finally won the Champions League yesterday. I think that my over excitement mixed with three glasses of Chablis mean that it may be a while before I go back to the restaurant I watched it in. My new Celine blue Phantom bag accompanied me. Now as an ever-superstitious supporter it will come with me to watch all the big games.
All you need is a messy mane of long blonde hair, beautifully tailored dresses and legs as long as the Amazon River. Modern elegance with a dash of YSL's harem in Studio 54 make Snejana's Vogue shoot one of my favourites in a while.
PS. I'm back from the dead (aka exams and deadlines).
When you're stuck at home wearing an oversized men's cashmere sweater with a bed laden with library books contemplating whether writing an essay on healthy family businesses is as much fun as chewing glass these pictures transport me to just the place I'd rather be. At a ball wearing Dior Couture with a chic bob and arms that would make a chopstick insecure.
I love bodycon when it's done the right way (hopefully my larger chested readers will take note) but there's nothing better than a cosy knit. Mark Fast is the answer to my prayers, a little short, a little sexy and a lot of cosy. This makes winter night time dressing much easier if the thought of escaping the clutches of your electric blanked and moth eaten cashmere sweater breaks you out in a cold sweat.
When push comes to shove I'm really a small, compact, clutch bag girl (but I wouldn't say no to a Hermes Kelly, Celine Trapeze and Chloe Sally bag). They're elegant and they force you to prioritise (carrying around your make-up bag isn't chic, it's frankly pretty weird).
I'm not even going to pretend I didn't squeal with delight when I saw these bags. Beautiful degrade effects with a metallic fastening, a tassel and a boxy shape. That description leaves me short of breath.
Not only this but they somehow remind me of Clyfford Still, one of my favourite painters of all time.
The hardest decision you'll have to make is what colour to go for.
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If I was Victoria Beckham, I'd be jumping for joy after seeing Abbey Clancy Crouch in one of my dresses. Abbey nails the look, unlike Victoria she manages to appear effortless (even though her makeup artist, hairdresser, nail technician, stylist, personal tanner and slave are all huddled in a hotel room near by) and exceptionally chic.
Don't think I haven't noticed her nude studded Alaia sandals. I see you.
I'm having a moment where I'm craving simplicity. Sometimes we tend to overcomplicate things, especially when it comes to dressing. I'm looking for sleek silhouettes, classic colours and form fitting shapes; no bells and whistles.
This epiphany sadly cost me two Herve Leger dresses and a deflated bank balance but resulted in the lightbulb moment when I realised that sometimes less is more (unless you're shopping at Graff).