Fur Coat, No Knickers

This week away from home has resulted in the lounge being a tip, as you will perhaps be able to spot in the background of these pictures. What a shit-hole. I would say roll on the weekend, but I’m out all weekend too so… roll on next Tuesday when I have a night in to look forward to.

This dress is that one from George at Asda that has been everywhere – and rightly so, it’s a lovely fit, a beautiful shade of coral, a nice length and is nicely lined too. Also wearing that scalloped-edge cream blazer from H&M. Today was full of meetings in sunny Southampton so here’s my profesh look.

This is the face of someone who has been out every night of the week, but still won’t let up on a promise. Emily, you and your pizza oven owe me.

Tonight was the Graduate Fashion Week Gala show, which is always a momentous occasion especially when you see your alma mata student pals getting honoured. As with yesterday’s LCF show, more on that to come (when, I have no idea).

Today I felt like wearing pyjamas to work but instead opted for this Topshop t-shirt which I live in and which needs a bleach by the looks of things; that palmistry/evil eye pendant; and the best skirt ever… this ASOS neon lace circle skirt, which pays rather a nice homage to Christopher Kane’s summer collection. It’s so neon IRL I can’t tell you – I outdid hi-vis jackets and I glowed in the dark a bit.

Ideally, it would have been complemented with this, one of Kane’s clutch bags that are being sold exclusively at Net-A-Porter for a fraction of the price of the collection.

Today I went to see the London College of Fashion BA show – ah the memories, feels like only yesterday it was me sewing zips manically and finishing 50m of hems with invisible stitching, but what do you know? That was five long years ago. LCF was where I did my Masters so it’s always nice to see what the students are up to, and this show was a real cracker. More on that to come, but as promised…

Please be aware I have had five x glass champagne, 1 x pint and my contribution of two pizzas and a breaded halloumi portion. Boom!

This Zara top, this Dorothy Perkins skirt, the usual rings and I also wore Swedish Hasbeens x HM in white.

I have no real business buying more Breton stripes, but the crystal star on this Zara top is really tasteful and sold it to me. The crystals are really big and chunky, not some naff office Christmas party glitter detail. It’s a lovely shape too though, although I’ve probably ruined that for good by always wearing it knotted at the front.

I reckon a good resort show should make you want to go on holiday, and despite the obscene fact that I’ve had two holidays already this year Diane von Furstenberg’s collection did just that. The colours are so darn jolly – especially that sugar pink and sky blue suit.

Love the prints too – reading Every Eye by Isobel English at the moment and the mosaic-feel shapes and colours of DvF’s textiles remind me a bit of the endpaper in the book. As with every Persephone book, the endpaper is chosen specifically to work with the date and mood of the book. Every Eye is about an English woman’s trip to Ibiza in the 1950s and the end paper was chosen accordingly:

The fabric is from the 1956 ‘Iberia’ range; the shapes are an image of a rocky landscape, while the bright yellow makes an implicit contrast with the grey of England.

Earlier this year I told Emily that I would do more outfit posts. That hasn’t happened.

This week, however, I have lots of new clothes arriving and lots of events to go to, so I’m going to make an effort.

This Antipodium dress (worn in honour of that Antipodium dress) you have all seen probably before numerous times – but I promised a week of outfits and this is what I happened to wear today. So…

Hair, freshly sorted today, care of my lovely friends at HOB. Look how long it’s getting! Now up to four people, including two hairdressers, who have asked me if it’s all my own. Why yes, yes it is.

Hermes Kelly Wicker Picnic Bag… For when your Asda carrier just won’t cut the mustard.

Via High Snobette

I saved this Antopodium dress in my ASOS shopping bag, sensibly waiting until pay day to go in for the kill.

I glanced today, one day before payday, and it is sold out.

If you see it on your travels, please let me know. Email, phone, twitter… Just tell me. It’s the Antipodium Hail Mary Cross Embroidered Dress. Australian pals in particular, I’m looking at you.

I already have the shirt version and another dress from this collection, but I want to invest in the entire set because I am a spoilt brat with a predictable love for anything with a cross on it.

Wah, wah, wah.

Keen readers may recall that my eBay saved searches include ‘vintage brass pineapple ice bucket’. They’re still going for stupid amounts of money, so for now I may just invest in one of these tealight pineapples from Habitat. Available in three what-can-only-be-described-as totally tropical colours.

Buy ‘em here for just £7!

Currently in the process of importing three years of blog posts from the Blog That Died.

They will appear on the right in the archives, eventually.

Primavera was every bit as awesome as expected. Barcelona is always a pleasure to visit and having your own apartment (and stellar roof terrace) makes life much nicer.

Suicide and Swans blew my tiny mind. Pulp made me cry a bit and laugh a lot – watching with fellow Sheffielders lead to particularly childish heckling of hometown postcodes and bus routes. PJ Harvey was ethereal as ever. Tune Yards banished a Don Simon hangover. Big Boi played my favourites. Grinderman were tippy-toe terrifying.

It was all awesome, basically, and the booze and food at our place made things even better.