photo c/o Diego Zuko for Harpers Bazaar Day 2 of London Fashion Week was a wild card in so many ways – the husband arrived to the hotel at 9am instead of 9pm the evening before due to terrible wind (sorry, couldn’t resist – the weather kind of wind obviously…) so instead of joining me for the day he had…
Day 1 – aka the day of rain. Layers of pastels and cosiness and a woolen hat and hems under heels were welcome. Love that in London those big red buses just seem to creep into every shot. I love them! Much better than a van one might say… Not that there aren’t buses in Glasgow but trying to co-ordinate…
It’s not often I’m out for a walk without my boy but fair to say that these boots were not made for dog walking. Tricksy territory though the over knee boot don’t you think? Can’t be flashing too much flesh without looking like a streetwalker (although the husband reliably informs me that streetwalker boots fold over at the top). Anyway,…
London Fashion Week is a funny kind of monster – it creeps up on you and you think you’re just going for a jolly and then all of a sudden it takes hold, a real ferocious up-all-hours-planning-outfits hold. Later you know that your whirlwind momentary insanity was pretty irrelevant but until TNT turn up last minute (I hope) and you’ve…
Well there’s something about working sportswear into the everyday that just means you smile on the inside – you know you’re comfortable, warm, moisture-wicking, dog walk ready at a moments notice and, let’s face it, perfectly prepared for the imminent Sunday roast food baby. Ladies and gentlemen (if there are any?) I give you the hybrid. … beanie – Gap…
