WHAT I’M WEARING: RIVER ISLAND RUST PUSSY BOW BLOUSE, RIVER ISLAND TAN
SUEDE SKIRT, RIVER ISLAND LEATHER LEOPARD PRINT HEELS & ANINE BING SUNGLASSES
makeup i’m wearing: bobbi brown intensive skin serum foundation in natural, bobbi brown bronzing powder in golden light, bobbi brown nude matte lipstick in sandwash pink, mac lipliner in spice, sleek makeup highlighting palette in precious metals
Rich hues, warm colours, textures like a suede skirt or a fuzzy leopard print for my feet. These are the things that mean autumn to me. Have you noticed the switch in preferred colours? Like the leaves falling from the trees, I’ve swayed towards the darker hues. I really adore River Island, I always have and thankfully gone are my University days when I would desperately rub two pennies together in hopes to afford a blouse or some shoes from the brand. I’m certainly not alluding to being wealthy now, but clothes, I got those. I got a lot of those. And they do make me happy. Clothes are so often looked at as frivolous and girls who are passionate about them, even more so. And to say you love clothes is often looked at as superficial. Obviously, I disagree, I’ve always said I love clothes but don’t care so much for fashion. Because clothes to me are a fluid, ever changing creative thing, while fashion feels more rigid, bossy in a way that intimidates me. Whatever marches down the catwalks we are expected to diligently follow. Trend after trend dictates what is ‘cool’ to wear and what isn’t. How exhausting to up heave our entire lovely wardrobe every season in an attempt to feel included in this sartorial sphere that so often feels like an exclusive club no one is actually cool enough to be a member of. So, I prefer clothes – just me and my clothes and whatever combination I pull them into, blissfully ignorant of what is happening around me. This is why I only share my own personal style here because it’s a story – clothes have chapters and tales of their own, but as for fashion? Fashion is too busy screaming ‘buy this’ or ‘wear that’ to tell a story. So yes, clothes make me happy and I’ll never give up on the stories they can tell. You shouldn’t either, regardless of how forcefully fashion tries to snatch them from you in exchange for something more on trend. Oh how I resent that expression! But you already knew that.
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