"BOW TIES ARE FOR FLY GUYS"

While couped up in our office, slaves to the world of fashion, constantly racing against time to raise the next purchase order, keeping up with trend and the ways of it's forever changing mind, we all got caught up in a very cool trend for "the man".

 

Need I say it but my next ensem-blists are fly guys all wearing bow ties. Mr Patsalis, Mr Pearce and Mr Murdoch-Smith. Boys I salute you...

 

 

The joy of a bow tie is that you can literally mix it up with so many pieces of your wardrobe. I only own three however I am constantly being asked by people if it's another new one. Something so small, with a distinct shape, but it is a master of disguise as it constantly reworks itself time and time again.

 

Pick basic colours if you want to work the bow tie with distinct tweed jackets as Mr Pearce does or as demonstrated by Mr Patalis and Mr Murdoch-Smith pick bold prints to work with solid coloured knitwear and jackets.

 

The best type of bow tie is self-tied as it creates a fantastic organic bow. Below find how to tie your bow tie..."it's pretty easy".

 

 

So gents take the world by storm and tie it in a bow.

 

xoxo

 

 

LOS DIAS de LOS MUERTOS

There is a celebration of Life and Death in Mexico called, "LOS DIAS de LOS MUERTOS", which means Day of the Dead. This is a celebration held in November where the community come together to celebrate their lives and their ancestor's lives. It is a terribly colourful beautiful celebration and is popular that people adorn their heads and costumes with flowers. They also paint their faces like skeletons and celebrate into the night.

My next ensem-blist is Miss Faye Allen who is a Garment Technologist and her look stood her out amongst the crowd. She sat at her table and she was the only one whose style screamed individuality. Her handmade headpiece was inspired by a current trend. Her whole ensemble really worked. I wanted to focus mainly on her headpiece. I make headpieces and found some real good inspiration behind her use of flowers and colours together.

Her look does remind me of the festival LOS DIAS de LOS MUERTOS however she is full of life and is so stunning it would be foolish of me not to write about her. Senoritas and Senoras I give you Miss Faye Allen...

 

Dancing the night away whilst drinking tequila, enjoying a celebration of style and inspiration would be a festival I would like to start with Faye Allen as our patron.

 

I thank you for filling my world with that little bit more beauty.

 

xoxo

FINGER WIGGLE

It has been a long time since I posted on my blog. I feel like there is an added pressure in life now. The added pressure being the world in which I have chosen to write about…fashion. Its forever moving, faster and faster. It amazes me that at my actual job, appointments for Spring Summer 2014 are already been allocated. We haven’t even raised Autumn Winter 2013 and already they are saying goodbye to Christmas. It's immense. As you can see I have being busy so I have neglected my love for writing about people’s style.

For now before I roll out the post’s I have ready, I will be looking at the gloves I have found and being sent. I have seen so many but to be fair to me I have found them absolutely boring. Plain black lying in the street sad and wet. I’m sorry but I like to snap ones of interest. The below four that I have found on my travels all seem to be gesturing towards something be a wave or a “fuck you” to the snow. God its been that long since I posted, there was snow on the ground.

So my first one that I shall write about was sent to me by a dear friend Samma! We often walk to work together but although we work in the same company, catch similar trains and even live in the same town we rarely see each other. She’s swell and incredibly talented. So I got a text from her and as the picture loaded when I saw it, I laughed a little. I asked her if she had positioned it like that but she denied all claims of rudeness. After all Sam is a lady.



The next glove I found on a night walking back from work. Frozen in what I was wearing I was nearly tempted to not even get my camera out. Why would I upset my warmth?? The glove was on a stone bench by our County Council Hall and along the road parked up taxis ready to pick up the bourgeoisie and the rebels. Like the last time I took a picture of the ground and got asked if I was mad, it happened again. The blue is so striking and by the time I got out of the cold and into the warmth of our flat my lips weren’t far off the same colour. It almost looks like it is carrying out the “royal wave” as it is carried away on its stone carriage.



This glove I loved because of the area I snapped it in. Belgravia in London. I could just imagine the darling wearing it, calling her darlings with a pretentious finger wiggle. “Darlings, darlings, oh darlings over here by Eaton Square gardens. Hello darlings! Oh darlings you look wonderful.” Can you picture it? I can and feel like running them over with a black cab. Beep, Beep.



So I ran them over with my imaginary black cab, did my day at work and then got back to the station to catch the train home. Sweetie when you are under the cab there is no point hailing for another taxi.



xoxo