Thursday, 29 August 2013

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Park Life

Hat/ Topshop
Dress/ ASOS
Shoes/ ASOS
Hair/ Directions Lavender Diluted 

Saturday, 24 August 2013

Print Mix

Hairband/ Topshop
Shirt/ ASOS
Skirt/ Lee Cooper

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

A Love Letter To Fashion.


Fashion has always been an integral part both of my being and of life itself for me, far removed from the consumerist, shallow and superfluous concept it is often portrayed as. Nowadays one is at an instant labelled as intellectually inferior for working in this industry or for having a strong interest in it yet as Mark Twain once said  “Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society”.  Clothes are not just simply pieces of cloth for me  but carefully engineered by designers more akin to artists, emblazoned with patterns deeply rooted in tradition and with a fundamentally underestimated role in the everyday functioning of society. They are imprinted like the patterns that adorn them with an invisible and unpredictable role, determining social hierarchies, underlining significant political or economic change and holding an untold power over the way we act and are acted towards. One cannot formulate any explicit conceptual criteria or standards for fashion, and yet fashion offers a “norm” according to which individuals can orient their actions and choices without suppressing their individuality. Of course I buy into silly trends and in no way would I deny falling victim of certain looks ( indeed l can’t deny owning some of the pieces so wonderfully sarcastically portrayed on tumblr shit fashion bloggers wear) but clothes are much more to me than what a surface of shiny magazine covers and cheaply produced, quickly disposed mass fashion might suggest.  

Every week I at least attempt to create an outfit that just “works”, a marriage between cuts and colours, different items of clothing and accessories, in a combination that is both harmonising and surprising. Starting off with one piece I create a picture in my head of what I try to achieve and, in my eyes at least, the final result is something like a  piece of art. Yes, you may say that this putting importance on something we simply wear to essentially maintain our decency but it can do so much more.  Historically and culturally fashion has had a fundamental and undeniable impact that none of us can escape. Anti-fashion formed the backbone of all major youth subculture, from the hippies to the mods, it offered a way to go against the established look of the masses and fuse creativity and protest without having to revert to violence Coco Chanel with her trouser suit and sporty look probably aided feminism and sexual liberation of the everyday woman more than a few, no doubt completely committed but marginalised, activists and while we lack a modern day Picasso designers like Alexander McQueen in his far too short career and  Ricardo Tisci created and still create fantastical design spectacles that can be called nothing short of genius. Even on a more personal level  every major event in my life is connected with and remembered by an outfit, the good dates, the days when tragedy stuck, my first university exam ( I wore Christopher Kane), for better or for worse clothes have been my constant companions that have reflected different stages in my life, different insecurities and different sources of inspiration.

 They are my acquaintances that at an instant can change my feelings about a day and though of course fashion may play a bigger role to me than to most no one can deny how if we like it or not we all participate in it and should rather embrace and appreciate rather than constantly scrutinise  its continued existence. As Emmanuel Kant already analysed in the 19th century fashion is in a perpetual state of coming into being and dying, a dynamic and unstoppable force that continuously reassesses the past, anticipates the future yet lives in the moment and it will continue to excite me everyone morning to put on one of the outfits that is as much part of me as my stubbornness, my slightly German twang and my deep and unshakable sarcasm. 

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Yellow Lace

photo courtesy of Wayne Tippetts
Hat/ Topshop
Dress/ Topshop
Earrings/ Topshop

Saturday, 17 August 2013

Suomi Girl

Shirt/Souvenir from Helsinki
Shorts/Topshop
Shoes/ASOS

Also here is the winner of my summer outfit competition! Thanks everyone for entering, you all looked fantastic!

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

10 Greek Street

watermelon, pecorino, olives & mint
Gressingham duck breast, spinach, cherries, hazelnut & pancetta
While me and burgers are still going through a bit of a rough patch ( I haven't had one in nearly 3 months now), I have instead been on the look out for another place like Honey & Co with a focus on fresh, seasonal and light dishes  that suit  the summer months and my current cravings . 10 Greek street had been on my to try lost for quite some time especially after winning Time Out's best new restaurant accolade last year, however during this previous burger phase and unwilling to risk a wait, it being  one of those dreaded no reservation places where strategic arrival is a must, had meant that until now i hadn't quite made the trip there. Thankfully with my mother visiting from Germany I not only had a special occasion to go to 10 Greek street for but someone pushy enough to not let me go  for one of my tried and tested venues instead, I am after all quite the creature of habit at times especially on a Friday after work. Arriving at 6:30 pm sharp we had a tolerable  25 minute wait before getting the only table perched outside the small but perfectly formed dining space bang in the middle of soho. It's location may not scream sophistication  but the simple interior and intimate setting makes one easily forgot that you are just a stones throw  from old crompton street with its pubs and clubs.

 The menu changes weekly and though small illustrates a well skilled kitchen with a distinct  knack for putting flavours and textures together. And that was the thing at 10 Greek Street that immediately won me over- every bite I took was fantastic, flavour explosions quite unrivalled in what I have eaten in other London restaurants so far. The watermelon salad with pecorino cheese, olives and mint that we shared as starter was an incredible  medley of the sweetness of the watermelon and the saltiness of the olives and pecorino and disappeared far too quickly off the plate. The mains were equally great. I settled for the only vegetarian option on the menu, spaghettini with girolles, shaved truffles and leeks and after my first fork full could hardly stop cooing over the plate in front me, the simple list of ingredients made into a perfectly executed dish that no doubt was one of the top 5 mains in my eating out career. 

Where 10 Greek street thus thrives is not only  flawless presentation as you can see on the pictures  but the way in which they use great quality and simple ingredients for truly delicious end results. Even the desserts showed off this handicraft, the lemon tart tangy yet comforting and my prosecco and raspberry jelly with yogurt ice cream the closest you could ever get to a perfect summer dessert ( and as a bit of a yogurt ice cream connoisseur featured a pretty damn fine take on that too). You may think with these rather fancy sounding dishes 10 Greek street would be on the pricey side but you are luckily mistaken. With great priced wines (£10 for a carafe between two), mains between £11 and £17 and desserts around the £6 mark it is fantastic value for money and a place that I am very happy to have finally tried. With an ever changing menu it's a place to impress and be impressed. 
spaghettini, girolles, leeks & summer truffle
elderflower, raspberry & prosecco jelly, yogurt ice cream
lemon curd tart, strawberries

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Neon Flash

Beanie/ Topshop
Dress/ & Other Stories
Clutch/ Monki
Shoes/ Carvela

Monday, 12 August 2013

5 Things I Have Learnt Since Turning 21

1. Being an adult sucks. 
Back in the day all we wanted to have was independence and to do whatever we like- reality is independence equals responsibility and that responsibility is a heavy burden to carry. If you aren’t lucky enough to inherit a trust fund on your birthday it means starting at the bottom of the food chain and for everything to get more expensive (adios student discount, no council tax and cheaper travel). You loose the safety net of adolescence and instead face a lonelier and more challenging world. It is however, as lame as it may sound, a world that is your oyster, full of possibilities and one that is yours to conquer even with the bad days that come with that at times.

2. Nothing ever goes to plan. 
Yes you might think you have your career all figured from the age of 12 and do all the work experiences, extra curricular activity and wishful thinking you could possibly do but life takes unexpected turns. Sometimes the things we want the most don’t turn out to be what makes us happy and your twenties are there to figure out what really does. Some people may take months; some years but in a day and age where we easily surpass the 80 year mark don’t sign away your life to the easy option. 

3. Don’t waste your time on friendships of convenience.
It’s painful to end a friendship but sometimes you have to ask yourself would they text you if you never did again? Will they ever return you all those favours you gave out without batting an eyelash? In today’s society many see what they can gain out of a friendship, be it connections, money or a sense of superiority above what really matters. Friends are meant to be there through good and bad, break ups, career up and downs and drunken nights. They become your family in your twenties and beyond so ditch the ones that make you feel more often bad about yourself than good.

4.  Learn to love (or at least tolerate) your family. 
They are annoying, they make you do things you feel like you are way too old to be doing (chores/Christmas jumpers/ obligatory phone calls to grandparents that can’t hear you) and they always have a criticism or unwanted question up their sleeve. They know you like no one else but they also love you no matter what. After essentially loosing a “family” in the traditional sense (my dad died last year and my mum moved back to Germany as result) I began to reassess how little I appreciated it when this little unit was still intact. The older we get the further we may be located geographically from them and the more we may be able to see their flaws as human beings but having a family to go back to or even phone on a bad day means you will never be completely lost, an unconditional love and support that is always going to be there. Yes of course you will still squabble with them but coming from someone that had to grow up very quickly when I lost mine cherish and appreciate them while you can no matter how much of a pain they can be.

5. Keep your sense of humour  
Just remember everything could be that little but worse and without the obstacles that life throws at us at times what would we base our sense of sarcasm and best stories on! Boyfriends come and go, people let you down, promises fall through and yes you will fail plenty of times but as long as you stay true to yourself and most importantly can eventually laugh about it all you are going to be ok.

Friday, 9 August 2013

Brunch at Honey & Co.

Just a quick tip before the weekend starts! Honey & Co, one of my absolute favourite restaurants in London, has started to offer a unique and tasty brunch at weekends. For £11.50 you get a vast mezze spread with anything from their infamously tasty hummus to more brunchy items like yogurt with their homemade granola. On top of that you get to pick a brunch main with equally enticing options such as roast aubergine, tahini and fried egg in pitta, scrambled eggs on garlic yogurt with roast potato bread soldiers or their middle eastern twist on classic scrambled eggs with added chilli roast tomatoes. The food and flavours are as with their dinner menu exceptional and in terms of value for money pretty unrivalled in London. Another must is their excellent and punchy Turkish coffee, served in a beautiful tin jug it delivers a caffeine kick and great depth of coffee flavour.  The only and minor criticism from me and my overly sweet tooth ( I never tend to go for a savoury option first thing in the morning) is the lack of sweet option as main on the menu, something that I am sure can be added at some point. You have to book to secure a table here and boy it's worth it every time I go. A real gem in London that should be on everyone's to try list!  

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Geometric

Dress/ Topshop Boutique
Necklace/ Topshop
Shoes/ Kat Maconie

Monday, 5 August 2013

The Problem With Blogging


When I started my blog aged 15 I had little idea of the sheer extent of the blogging phenomenon. In fact it was a friend of mine that suggested starting a blog as a mean of keeping an online diary of my clothes. Even to this day it is more of a point of reference of the outfits I have created and a portfolio of my work rather than a shrewdly run operation meant to attract as many clicks as possible. Blogs offered the first real chance in this digital age to express ones personal style and love of fashion without having a massive contact book in the industry and no doubt helped me open a few doors. Indeed a look at the short history of blogging reveals how it initially offered a genuine mean of achieving industry recognition rather than a gratuitous fifteen minutes of bloglovin fame and a few freebies thrown in on the side. Take girls like Susie Stylebubble and Mademoiselle Robot in Britain who have successfully shown how to make a living out of being a blogger, using their imagination and obvious talent to produce high quality and innovative content that keeps the clicks going to this day. An even better example of the initial allure of the blog has to be Tavi Gevinson. Starting her blog The Style Rookie aged 11 she became the voice and unintentional Cinderella figure of it. Her quirky outfits and witty fashion commentaries gained her an almost cult like following and front row seats at fashion week. Yet Gavinson gave up her life as fully-fledged blogger in 2011 to pursue a more diverse career path (she went on to set up an online magazine).  Why? There was of course the criticism she received by some of the print press, some far from pleased watching a teenage girl receiving a wider readership than them yet I think something else might have propelled Gavinson, on the verge of adulthood, to let go of the blogger label for good.

In fact the label “blogger” has become a near dirty word in the fashion industry over the last year. Suzy Menkes in a piece for the New York Times blog described it as digression from visual and cultural arbiter of the first day to freebie seeking peacock. I too have grown increasingly disillusioned with some aspects of blogging but rather than the attention grabbing outfits some may wear around Somerset House during LFW, it is the army of bland fashion stereotypes, particularly among young women, it has produced that poses as biggest problem to me and which has completely removed the ad-hoc and creative aspect of the medium that first made it so powerful.  Indeed a “good” fashion blogger has become a contrived parody of the people that first used it as platform. With blog posts dominated by macaroons, cupcakes and the latest Celine “inspired” Zara purchases, and with more care taken arranging ones lunch components for Instagram purposes than enjoyment of actually eating it, has blogging become a game by numbers to get the most comments from an online community? Do these girls genuinely lead these perfect lives, celebrating an aesthetic that paradoxically seems more akin to perfect 50’s housewife than 21st century independent woman?

On the one hand blogging became a mass trend and many of the bloggers that have emerged of late, most in their formative teenage years and wanting to emulate the sites they go on daily, try to tick certain boxes to achieve an instantly stylish look. But there is another more worrying side to tthis aesthetic. Seeking other girls’ approval through blogs has become a defense mechanism to the increasingly sexualized media world we find ourselves part of. No young girl desires to get the attention of a Mad Men style Joan when posting pictures on her blog nor does she want to face the kind of reaction more risqué and skin flashing celebrities like Rihanna get in the public eye, often bordering on sexist and bullyish slut shaming. Instead an unintentionally twee and decisively safe style has emerged that tries to avoid the possible back clashes of exposing ones outfit and increasingly also ones personality within the realms of today’s omnipresent social media world.

Why write this article when one could quite rightly argue I shouldn’t throw with stones when siting in my blogspot glasshouse. In fact what I’m trying to advocate is not the end of blogging all together but for girls to stop worrying about an online persona that is beginning to effect the way they think and dress, a generation that could become so preoccupied with their number of Instagram followers and so scared of being attacked for the way they look that they neglect to be confident in their womanhood and personal style. Of course I am happy that other people like the way I dress on my blog but I have never dressed for anyone but me. It goes without saying that there is nothing wrong with liking macaroons and cupcakes if that is what you are passionate about. What is however crucial is to not forget what fashion ultimately is about, it’s about expressing ones self through clothes, it’s part of me but it’s not subject to anyone’s approval and I hope the young bloggers of today will bear that in mind.

Friday, 2 August 2013

Print Clash

Hat- Topshp
Top- Topshop
Necklace- Dorothy Perkins 
Dress- Miss Selfridge