If anybody follows my Instagram account (and if you don't, well, I am highly offended) you should be pretty much accustomed to seeing me turn overly-dramatically to the left with my forehead crinkled against the backdrop of my garden shed. Many years ago, I used to be a regular on the daily outfit website Lookbook.Nu; it's rather surreal looking back at my outfits and seeing how much my personal style has changed. Because I put quite a lot of effort into my clothing, I get a lot of people asking me why I do so. The answer is simple and cloyly cliched, fashion is my passion.
If you have ever met me in person, you'll know that one trait you can very easily attach to me is 'loud', yet, that was not the case just a few years ago. I used to be incredulously shy, I'd hate expressing myself in fear of being mocked and I could never be honest about who I was with other people without my cheeks looking like a cherry tomato. Clothing provided an escape, a way to channel my personality without having to open my mouth. It was a creative outlet where my personality flourished. I believe that, even if it is albeit subconsciously, what we choose to wear for the day is a reflection of our state of mind.
Shirt: River Island.
Bracelet: a gift.
Jeans: River Island.
Boots: Doc Marten.
To me, if I saw someone wearing this outfit I'd think of dented melancholia. I'd also think of how that shirt is a pretty good knock off of the Burberry heart print from SS14 and that they guy must be cheap to have bought it. This is one of my favourite shirts, I got it when I worked in River Island during Christmas. It takes a traditionally feminine piece of iconography but implements it in a subdued and overall masculine manner.
I always cuff my jeans when I wear Doc Martens, it's a very 60s Mod aesthetic which is personally one of my favourite styles. Britain has a very rich and varied style history that will always be a great source of inspiration to me.
One of my best friends and fellow fashion blogger Kinga Kurek took these photographs. We met up the other day and explored the decadent world of West London. We bought overpriced Fiji water... I've never felt more like a fashion blogger. She managed to get me into a couple of actual and fully legitimate London Fashion Week shows. To say I fangirled at the sight of these tickets would be the grossest understatement of the year. I seriously couldn't imagine that with my two-year anniversary of having this blog fast approaching, I'd be attending LFW shows.
So, I'm kind of speechless and still in a state of euphoric shock over how I'll be attending London Fashion Week in a few days. Who knew little old me with a big big old quiff could actually do it?