If there ever was a winning combination, it would be leopard print with anything in camel. Throw in some stripes and you’ve got yourself a combo made in heaven. Continue reading “Leopard + Camel + Stripes = Winning Combination”
“You know the message you’re sending out to the world with these sweatpants? You’re telling the world, ‘I give up. I can’t compete in normal society. I’m miserable so I might as well be comfortable.” – Jerry Seinfeld to George Costanza.
About a year ago I fell off my bike and broke both my wrists. During the ensuing six weeks I pretty much lived in sweatpants. They were the only item of clothing I could easily get in to and out of unassisted. And let me tell you, there’s nothing like six weeks of sweatpants and not being able to wash properly to make you feel totally gross and pissed off with life. At the time, I swore off sweatpants – never to be worn again outside of an exercise-type scenario. Continue reading “Sweatpants – A Renewed Love Affair”
When my friends and I discuss what we plan to wear to any given event, be it a party, an interview or a hike, I always joke that I’ll turn up wearing gold sequinned sweatpants. And while it might raise a laugh or two, the truth is, I secretly would love to have a pair of sweatpants made of large gold sequins, and I’d want to wear them to as many life events as I possibly could.
I admit it: I’m partial to sequins. But generally sequins scream, “LOOK AT ME!” and carry more ostentation than most day-to-day events require. As a result, my most dazzlingly be-sequinned treasures used to end up gathering dust, barely seeing the light of day except the odd occasion when I took them out of the wardrobe to fondle lovingly and wonder when I might ever work up the guts to wear them. That was until I decided, “f*ck it, just bloody wear it.” Continue reading “Sequins – Just Bloody Wear Them”
Having lived most of my life in cooler climates (Melbourne, Dublin and London), I’m not as good at summer as I am at the transitional seasons. Don’t get me wrong. Summer is my all time favourite month. It’s the month when there are roof-top cocktails/shenanigans, sun-soaked picnics and people just seem to be better looking in general. But sartorially speaking, for me summer is a little bit tricky. First of all, I don’t like to spend too much on a wardrobe that I’ll only wear a couple of months out of the year (thank you, London) unless it will last the test of time. Second, summer office apropos is not as easy as it sounds… Continue reading “Summer Office Apropos”
What would it be like if I’d been born in Scandinavia instead of my beloved Australia? For starters, I’d be an absolute stunner in the looks department. It would be pretty hard to lose the genetic lottery in Scandinavia and be just ok-looking. Seriously, I know I go on about it, but Scandinavians are RIDICULOUSLY good looking. But more significantly, I’d also have that laid-back yet sophisticated and effortless Scandi-style thing going on… Continue reading “Scandi-style”
Despite having grown up in in the warm and sunny climes of Australia (well, Melbourne), I tend to struggle when it comes to summer city style. In theory it should be easy. Sun dresses, floaty skirts, strappy sandals, what’s the problem?
Well, unless I am heading straight to the beach for a day on and in the water, or to a clifftop bar for aperols at sunset, then I find it hard to go “fully summer” in my look. So where does that leave me? Continue reading “Summer Style in the City”
I know quite a lot about hangovers. At best, they are inconvenient. At worst, they are excruciating. And the older you get, the more they land on the excruciating end of the spectrum. But just because you are in a world of pain, doesn’t mean you have to look like hell. I give you, “hangover chic.” Continue reading “Hangover Chic”
The maxi dress can be a difficult piece to style. One wrong move and you could end up looking like a wedding guest who got lost on her way to the reception. And ever since the “Australian Embassy Night”, I’ve been overly-cautious about turning up somewhere over-dressed, hence my wariness when it comes to the maxi dress.
The Australian Embassy Night happened many years ago. Fortunately, I was not the person involved, but I was there and I learned a powerful lesson that night… Continue reading “The Maxi Dress”
It’s fair to say that gingham is pretty much everywhere this Spring. It has been clogging up my insta feed for the last couple of months in the form of ruffle shirts, ruffle skirts, off-the-shoulder tops, cropped trousers, ruffled trousers (there’s also a lot of ruffles around). But gingham, it’s clearly having a moment. Now, I tend to approach trends and prints with caution – they can be bad investments, date my look and risk fashion-victim status. So why gingham, when it is clearly the trend du moment? Continue reading “Gingham – It’s Not Just for Tablecloths”
When I was starting out in my career as a lawyer in a large Australian law firm, the dress code was uber-conservative. Suits. That was basically all you were allowed to wear. God knows how I managed to get dressed each morning without falling asleep. I got on board with it nevertheless, believing that a nicely tailored, navy pantsuit would be the key to my career success. I tried to mix it up a bit and add my own flair, but back then when it came to a strictly corporate dress code there was a limit to what fabulous shoes could do to an otherwise boring outfit. Surely Casual Friday would have been my chance to bridge the yawning (literally) chasm between my workplace-lawyer self and my real self… Continue reading “Casual Friday”