Short hair and Vogue

Sweater: Jil Sander
Shorts: Vintage
Plastic raincoat: Topshop

When a woman cuts her hair...

"…it’s time for a change. Change is a funny thing; it can transform not only one’s physical appearance to perhaps something more empowering and elaborate, but can completely renovate that person’s embodiment of their persona into a new, exciting and wonderful being. Extravagant changes are part of human nature, we will simply never be satisfied with being ‘ordinary’ or ‘plain’ but strive to embody every eccentric on this planet until our locks run fuchsia and every inch of our skeleton is inked. It’s an unconventional arms-race which will be won by those who do stick out like a sore thumb, those who are not afraid of neon plaid or floor length cobalt braids á la Brooke Candy..."

This is a short extract from one of my 500 word entries for the Vogue Young Writers Talent Contest which I am planning to enter this year. The thought of exremely important people reading my somewhat mediocre writing really scares me, but this is such a fanstastic and thrilling opportunity as an aspirational editor, I just hope the Gods are on my side! (I think what I wrote above pretty much sums up why I got my hair cut!)

Origami

 

Grey: Cos

Bone: Jil Sander FW12

 

Quintessentially folded perfection. I have been wearing the same camel wool car-coat for 3 years now and it saddens me to say it is high-time to reinvest, baring in mind we get sight of the sun here in Britain once every leap-year. Ever since I was small I have always found a silent pleasure in creating a mish-mash of paper cranes, butterflies, dinosaurs(!) you name it; this year I have been revolving around that paper-cut minimalism watched by millions on the runway of Jil Sander's FW12 finale. It may seem very faux pas to many of the trend following warriors roaming the nation that I would still be fawning over Raf Simon's final collection IN SPRING 2013; but to me it was a moment in fashion history that will remain quitely bespoke and legendary in it's own right.

Of course we can not forget the elusive Martin Margiela in crafting his Parisian plastic wonderland for spring 2013; architectual square-cut shapes adorned the runway reminding us of the house's identity in quietly serene pallets, allowing us to appreciate shape and form in 13 minutes of over-pronounced cocoons. But that is, to me, what is so iconic and memorable about Margiela-proportions are always being played with, giving you that elusivity when wearing a Mariela gown. And as we all know, the invisible are the most stylish.