I’ve seen enough runway photos from MBFWA to know that I’m onto a winner with this liquid gold pleated skirt I managed to jab on sale from Zara (I also love this option). While it’s still been relatively mild, I’ve been taking every opportunity I can get to go bare-legged, and this was no exception.
It’s been a while since I last wore a pleated skirt; in part, I think it has to do with a little wardrobe re-jig that is on the cards, as I look to redefine my personal style, and match up what I want to be wearing, with what I’m actually wearing. Needless to say, I’m looking forward to a bit of a wardrobe declutter, as my closet seems to truly have gotten out of hand… so much for a one-in, one-out policy!
But back to the outfit; I’m still reaching for this old roll neck sweater from Kate Sylvester (similar more affordable option here), which is bound to be one of my most worn items every autumn and winter season. Effortlessly chic, it works as a layering piece or as a top in its own right (like I’m wearing it today).
Finally, my Charlotte Olympia kitty flats are back! I first purchased these a good five years ago when traveling to London, and wore them to the point of no return – they were so scuffed up and mucked up, that I was in desperate need of a replacement. Luke very generously got me the pair I’m wearing as a Christmas present, and I’ve been waiting for the weather to cool down (but not rain!), so that I can start wearing them again. As quirky as they are, these are one of my biggest wardrobe essentials – maybe I’m just biased but I think they go with everything! x
While I’ve parted with my fair share of summer dresses since first starting the wardrobe cull, those I do have, I love enough to want to be reaching for them all. year. round. But backless dresses, cut outs and bare legs are far from the first thing that comes to mind when planning my winter wardrobe.
We’re lucky to have relatively mild winters here in Sydney, but for those dresses that I’m not quite ready to retire during the colder months, I’ve taken to layering, to make them go the extra mile.
A thick sweater loosely thrown over the top of a dress (cinched in with a belt) or a sleek skivvy worn underneath basically e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, plus a pair of opaque black tights for good measure. It’s a fail safe that’s seen me through the last two winters, and works just as well with a dress that is cut close to the body as it does with one that’s a loose fit.
Given I’m one for a wardrobe that sits on the more discreet side of the fence than one that’s loud and proud, I make a rule of tucking away anything that isn’t navy, dark grey or black for warmer days – a white floral dress will always look better with sun kissed skin and bare legs than it will with a skivvy and tights.
My go to has been a black semi fitted skivvy from Kate Sylvester that I nabbed in the sale a couple years back, but Everlane and Uniqlo have some great options for those of you on the lookout; because trust me when I say, a little layering goes a long way.
Tomorrow afternoon I’ll be jetting across the Tasman for a short trip home, with nothing but spending time with my family, catching up with old friends, and exploring Wellington with a fresh set of eyes in mind. Given that I’ll only be away for 9 days, and the last thing I really want to be doing is rummaging through my suitcase for that pair of jeans I was so certain I’d packed, I’m planning on packing on the lighter side of things.
Spring time in Wellington is generally still pretty crisp, so I’ll be packing away a few jackets, cosy knit sweaters and denim to keep the cold at bay. Oh, and my Acne canada scarf – which doubles as an extra blanket while on the plane.
As usual, I’ve opted to pack fairly casually, choosing denim, loose fitting knits, and a sturdy pair of boots, the perfect accompaniment for navigating Wellington’s hilly streets. So with that in mind, and in an attempt to be practical, I’m leaving the heels at home, packing easily interchangeable separates, and limiting the stripes quota to just the one piece (because I always pack too many). In my suitcase you’ll find….
I remember once, when I was in my early teens, exclaiming that I would never wear skinny jeans. I finally succumbed after two years, and ever since they have been my jean of choice. I’m not sure I ever made the same comments about white jeans, although considering how long it actually took me to buy them, it’s probably highly likely. What’s more, is that they have quickly become a staple item in my wardrobe.
In fashion, it seems it pays to never say never, as you can’t predict that your taste will remain the same six months, a year or five years from now. Almost ironically, I’ve found myself reverting back to what I was wearing when I was 17 or 18, which says a lot about both the cyclical nature of fashion, and the styles that I clearly feel most comfortable in.
Some things, have of course changed. I’ve tried to be more considered in my approach, attempting to base new purchases on the things I already have to maintain a cohesive collection of clothing. I’m more likely to splurge on something which is incredibly basic, like a black blazer, a breton top or a silk blouse when I previously would rather have spent that money building up my wardrobe elsewhere. And probably most pertinent to note, my obsession for wearing heels every day has finally waned.
Having come full circle, it’s comforting to have a handle on where my comfort levels are, and have a better sense of what does and doesn’t work for me. I have to wonder, if the women who ascribe to only wearing classic pieces have this problem, but I suspect not. Wouldn’t that be nice?!
Paris photo diary. Paris is one of those cities which just feels magical. I’m not sure if it is the tall shuttered buildings and grand parks, or the cliched romanticism that it just seems to exude, but it is one of those places that I would be happy to go back to over and over again. I’d say that considering the various obstacles that we came across, most notably, the guy whose apartment we were renting not showing up, we managed to squeeze in everything that I had planned over the two days in Paris.
Considering that it’s the middle of summer, the weather didn’t fare so well, with intermittent rain showers and slightly lower temperatures having me wishing I’d brought my jacket with me. Among some of the things that we did, was climb to the second floor of the Eiffel Tower and get the lift to the very top, stop by the Tuileries, see the Venus de Milo and Mona Lisa at the Louvre among other things, wander underground to the Arc de Triomphe, shop along the Champs Elysees (with a quick stop at Laduree), as well as drink a number of espressos along the way. Somehow I managed to buy three breton stripe tops in the space of a couple hours, as well as a couple of special things from Celine. Surely it’s without any surprise that I’m already thinking about going back.