As the cobbles of Somerset House are hosed down with left-over Vitamin Water and soggy fashionistas head off to the far more couture-friendly climate of Milan I ponder London Fashion Week AW14 and come to the conclusion that, well, TBH I’m a little bit over clothes. SORRY.
You see, I tend to get SUPER EXCITED about some sequin Tom Ford dress I could never afford nor could rock into the office on a ‘casual Friday’, or a see-through House of Holland dress that Lilly Allen then ruins for me at the Brits (sorrynotsorry).
So this season, eyes to the ground people. I’M SO ALL ABOUT THE SHOOOOOOOOOES.
Shoes never make you feel fat. They never draw attention to the bags under your eyes and they never shrink in the wash. Yes, I may still have to sell a lung to afford the designer price tag but my feet never change size SO I CAN WEAR THEM FOREVER. They are essentially an investment. My feet are my friends. So I will buy them lots of lovely presents this autumn/winter. LOTS AND LOTS. These ones:
Orla Kiely x Clarks
Images: iwantyoutoknow.co.uk
Practically clompily perfect in every way. Loving the cut-out Mary Janes, paired with woolly tights or ankle socks for super cute and totally wearable girliness.
House of Holland’s Debauched Debutantes
OK I’m ALL OVER THE FLUFFY SHOES. Totally rocking up a pair of black skinnies with a cheeky pink pompom and matching berry lipstick. NATCH. So Clueless. So hot right now.
Sophia Webster
New LFW gal on the block and all round GOD DAYM GENIUS. Also my new girl crush and the reason I’ve worn Heidy plaits every day this week. A valid addition to the LFW lineup in a flurry of of bubblegum 90s girly wonderfulness. Worth spraining an ankle for (AGAIN. Seriously, Le Blow Editor Nat and I could do a post on all the fashion injuries we have sustained over the years…).
So I have six months to learn how to be a proper girl. It’ll take some serious marathon-style training with ANTM’s Miss Jay to keep me upright.
Topshop x Ashish Buffalo boots
Two words: I DIE.
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