Photos by Lea

Camel coats mean business, briefcases, flagging down taxis and having important lunch dates, none of which actually fit with anything I do but the illusion is rewarding nonetheless.

Also, whenever I think of camel I think of toe. In fact, Alasdair knows of a girl who has camel tattooed on both of her large toes. However amusing that is, I'd rather stick with the business imagery.

Blistering, billowing winds and lots of rain have been the weather situation for the last week so wrapping up in my men's camel coat is the reality and the illusion of business lunches is yet to materialise.

I am wearing an H&M x MMM men's coat, a Hope jumper, Current/Elliot jeans, Isabel Marant boots and a Givenchy bag.

                                                                            Photos by Lea and I

Apologies for the silence, which in cyber-time feels like a century. The last few days have been so hectic, in a good way at least.

A proper fisherman's knit is as essential to fall and winter as my morning coffee is for me to wake up. I've had this vintage one for almost two years now and the colder days are unthinkable without it. I love combining it with skinnies or a structured skirt, such as this one from Topshop. Hamish feels quite similiar and likes wearing his little fleece jacket (featuring an integrated scarf :p). Today is his 2nd birthday! I don't know how I feel about the fact his fur and my hair look frighteningly similar in these photos.

I recently discovered The Staves and am head-over-heels in love with their songs. They perfectly describe the way this time of year makes me feel: searching for a blanket, dimming the lights and cuddling up on the couch with a cup of tea.

I am wearing a vintage jumper, a Topshop skirt, Zara boots, a Moxham necklace and a Givenchy bag.

 

Grandma approved ghetto bling paired with a grandma approved floral print blazer. This outfit takes me down memory lane where, you guessed it, my grandma used to stuff me into various maxi floral print dresses coupled with a matching backpack in the same horrific print, Mary Janes and a pair of white, wooly tights (see awkward looking child on the left). I think it was more a desperate attempt at trying to make me look cute because my bowl cut and World War III tooth situation probably a) rather created confusion about my gender and b) made me look as if I escaped from one of those disturbing family home videos. The fact that my parents now state that it was "popular back then" makes me question whether I should have ever started liking the glorious decade of Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys and rollerblade birthday parties also known as the 90s, or just started hating my sister for looking cute back then and still looking cute now. But then again, it is all mostly thanks to Mr. Wang that the 90s became aesthetically acceptable again and Celine and Stella did take the whole traumatising aspect out of flower prints for me...

I am wearing a Zara blazer, a Stussy t-shirt, an Anton Heunis necklace, Zara jeans, Isabel Marant trainers and a Givenchy bag.

P.S. I'm off to Scotland tomorrow until Sunday evening so see you there!

 

Last weekend I found this archive Toga dress, which is crafted from tennis net material in a deep blue hue. Cinched in at the waist, featuring snap buttons, a pleated skirt and a classic, feminine silhouette, its subtly innovative and futuristic appeal left me knowing that this would be one of those museum worthy pieces in wardrobe.

I am wearing a dress by Toga, a second hand Isabel Marant jacket, Alexander Wang loafers and a Givenchy bag.