I told you I loved leopard print. But how much is too much? In the words of Luther Vandross, it's never too much, never too much. While others may contest otherwise, I shall continue to create a shrine to the print with the array of leopard items I have hoarded in my already bursting wardrobe.

So, there's no surprise then that as soon as I spied & Other Stories' sell-out skirt of the summer, I had to purchase it. I've had it in my possession for some months now and since then an influx of frenzied shoppers have raced to get their hands on the silky wonder. If you're still searching, you're probably out of luck, sorry. Perhaps try Ebay, where the skirt will set you back £80, a £19 hike from the original retail price.

The skirt is probably, in-fact, is definitely, my favourite sartorial endeavour of the summer. You can dress it down, as pictured above - featuring a dose of double leopard in the form of an ever versatile sandal heel, all the while pared down with a simple white t-shirt and matching bag from Mango, an accessory which my boyfriend has jokingly nicknamed the kettle bag due to it's uncanny resemblance to the kitchen appliance, but I still love it all the same.

And, if like me, you're reluctant to be separated from your sartorial staple once evening falls and a slightly smarter take on the print is required, instead style with black strappy heels, a sheer black blouse and arm yourself with an elegant Shrimps-esque pearl embellished bag as I did on holiday.

Worried about the skirt's sartorial shelf life post-season? No bother. There is no need to banish the midi length marvel to the back of your wardrobe once summer finally grinds to a halt. Consider the garment, or any ankle skimming skirt for that matter, as the perfect transitional item to tide your attire over to autumn. You would do well to match with a white polo neck jumper and pointed black ankle boots (or thigh-high, whatever serves you well) and wrap up in a coat of your choice. My cold weather armour? As always, I will reach for my much loved (and much worn) vinyl trench from Alexa Chung's collection for M&S a few seasons ago. Some things will never change.

Now all I need is a vintage inspired leopard faux fur number and I have all eyes set on this Warehouse concoction which I think will get on nicely with the rest of my collection, probably best not to wear it all at once though, mind.

| Wearing: T-shirt: & Other Stories | Skirt: & Other Stories | Shoes: Topshop | Bag: Mango | Sunglasses: Topshop | Necklaces: Brandy Melville and & Other Stories | Earrings: & Other Stories |


It's summer so I should be free right? From University, perhaps, but while the fairer months free me from my studious obligations, they do not render me out of office from my part-time job, one which has since turned into a full time commitment, or rather, copious hours of overtime. I can't complain really, while I'm not serving on the shop floor I'm either sleeping, eating, drinking prosecco by the gallon or basking in the blissful heat that has graced the UK - or all of the above.

I shall refrain from barking on about how I have yet, once again, spectacularly failed to write and publish any posts over a five month period because quite frankly, it's a monologue I've all but worn out by now. Life has been busy and when it hasn't, you will have found me in a nearby park, sunning myself on my cream Ikea blanket and drinking gin out of a can. What bliss. I still contest that there is nothing better than London in the sun. Except maybe the tube. Ok, certainly the tube.

Although people drone on about the heatwave coming to an end (can you even call it a heatwave anymore, what with it being pretty much consistently tropical since April?), everyday I refresh the weather app on my phone and rejoice. Kind of.

Whilst the weather has rendered the commute to work as rather laborious of late, with being packed tightly in a metal tube that can only best be described as a microwave in the humid heat of London, minus the obvious downsides of extreme heat in a city that is vastly devoid of aircon, I haven't a bad word to say about the weather. Besides the fact that the current temperatures across the Globe are bloody worrying to say the least and terrifying at most.

Sure it may be hard to get dressed in the morning, what with my holiday-less past few summers rendering a wardrobe severely lacking in any suitable summer attire, but fear not, as the heavy heat has gave way to several new loves in my life. I have three (ok four) words for you: leopard, legs and fake tan.

Call it contour for the body - self-tan has quickly become my surprising summer staple. While I’ve never been one to shy away from donning my pale legs - especially when helpfully sculpted by heels - regrettably, skirts have been absent from my daywear agenda for far too long. Whatever the reason that held me back from barring it all, my heatwave induced foray into the world of fake tan proved that false tanning needn't be the daunting task my teenage self deemed it to be. Who remembers Fake-tan wipes? Whoever conjured those evil things into existence just wanted people to suffer. But I am happy to declare that streakiness and glowing skin of the bottle variety are not destined to be mutually exclusive after all. Hurrah.

If there’s one sartorial staple that I have sat on the fence about for the longest time, it has to be leopard print. So, no one is should be more surprised than me to discover that I have once and for all put all qualms about the animal pattern aside and decided that yes, I actually quite like that. I blame working in retail. If the same print is swinging in your peripheral day in and day out, in the end, you’re bound to end up loving or hating it, there are absolutely no grounds to remain indifferent on such. And so I caved. I bought the leopard print wrap top and the obsession started from the second I put my card into the machine and punched in my pin, pretty much. There are now a number of leopard print variations hanging in my wardrobe, which in my terms is excessive considering I refrain from purchasing clothing all that often. I typically shy away from prints and patterns et al, for the reason that I often tire of them after several wears but the leopard print is proving particularly hard to shake. I love it, I love it, I love it. Even if my boyfriend may amusingly exclaim that I am slowly turning into Pat Butcher every time I parade my new printed purchase. An alternative style icon? Why not.

| Wearing: Wrap Top - & Other Stories | Cami Top - & Other Stories | Skirt - Topshop | Shoes - ASOS | Bag - Mango | Sunglasses - Topshop | Necklaces, Earrings and Rings - Brandy Melville, & Other Stories |



Does absence really make the heart grow fonder? Too cheesy? Maybe. And I fucking hate cheese at the best of times. I can confirm, however, that such is true in relation to my blog.

Truthfully, since my prolonged absence, I have felt somewhat dispirited about it all. I started (or what it was called at the time - electraviolet) five years ago and since then, so much has changed in my life. I've been studying fashion journalism at university for two years and I now live in London in my own (albeit rented) flat - two goals that I constantly and desperately daydreamed about achieving since I was fifteen. And now, in some ways, studying fashion journalism feeds the hunger to write more yet in some ways it just drains it.

Perhaps this is because studying fashion journalism fulfils the very desire that led me to creating this blog in the first place. And while I throughly enjoy my course despite all of the I-can’t-think-of-any-ideas panic, stress and sleepless nights that it brings, I write to fit a purpose and although such doesn’t make the endeavour any less enjoyable, I still miss writing completely of my own volition. 

Of late, whenever I have tried to put pen to paper for a post, I have become stuck, unable to think of anything worthy of publishing. Perhaps this blockage is due to the fact that I have become so tuned to writing to fit a certain brief that I have all but forgotten how to write for myself. Perhaps it is due to the fact that I am so used to pouring everything into my portfolios of work for university that I am left feeling that anything I could possibly publish on here would be inferior in comparison. Or perhaps it is due to the fact that 'blogging' has changed so much in the past two years in which I have become a complacent 'blogger', even though I would argue that the status never bothered me much anyway, but regardless, something does feel different and it has for awhile now. Maybe it's me or maybe it's a bit of both.

When I consider constructing a post for this blog, I focus on the words rather than the pictures. I have always been more concerned with the written content. Nowadays, fashion blogs seem to favour the former and not that there is anything wrong with such. Fashion journalism in all manners is becoming increasingly wordless as the days go by, with magazine after magazine adopting a digital only format or folding altogether - a trend which of course fills me with the utmost confidence for the future as a current fashion journalism student. Personally, I am primarily absorbed with creating a post that I am proud to publish, rather than having picture perfect images and lacking in much else. 

Although, all that aside, on inspecting these pictures after they were taken back in Autumn (can you tell I’m a serial procrastinator?!), I was very pleasantly surprised. The pictures were taken by my boyfriend on our flat’s fire escape and I am happy know that I have an easily accessible and pleasing backdrop to shoot outfit pictures without ever having to leave the comfort of my own home, despite the bemused looks from neighbours and resident builders, mind. I’m sure my boyfriend will be thrilled to know that he is to be placed on official photographing duties from now on.

At the time of shooting, the jumper of absolute dreams was freshly plucked from it's hanger and has been on heavy rotation since purchase. I had been on the hunt for a long sleeved jumper of multi-coloured stripe variety ever since I spotted the £690 Gucci version on none other than, you guessed it - Alexa Chung. Casting all dreams of owning the aforementioned style aside, I was strolling down Carnaby Street one evening when the perfect fit (note: no pastel tones, not too glittery and no odd colour combinations) was hanging high and proud in Monki. To seal that such a find was fashion fate, a few days later I spied that Megan Ellaby - aka one of my favourite fashion bloggers and a firm style inspiration - bought the same jumper in her vlog. I guess if I hadn’t found the garment that evening, I certainly would have done thanks to Megan.

I paired the striped glory with my favoured white jeans and I think the two match perfectly. White jeans really are heaven and hell in garment form. The denim looks good with just about anything but god help you keeping them mark free, especially when wearing red lipstick. Wear with caution.

Despite not being featured much on here, the patent trench coat is a firm wardrobe essential. Since purchasing the outerwear a year and a half ago, it has barely left my body. The coat of wonders has this amazing quality of pairing with just about any outfit incarnation, and elevating those that would otherwise be lacklustre. I never want to take it off. I could almost sleep with it on - cocooned like a bat in a coat that can only be best described as akin to something out of The Matrix film - save for the annoying squeaking, that is.

| Wearing: Coat - Archive by Alexa for M&S | Jumper - Monki | Jeans - Blitz Vintage | Ankle Boots - Zara | Bag - ASOS | Sunglasses - Topshop |



They may be impractical. They may be a magnet for stains. And, I may have to refrain from sitting on any public space while wearing them but, I think I am in love with my white jeans. Influenced by the flock of white denim-wearing women on Instagram, I was taken with the effortless appeal of the crisp, clean jean. The alluring likes of Lucy Williams, Maria Bernad and Adenorah - to mention just a few of my enablers - and their tempting parade of the white straight leg have marked an end to the seven-year dry spell where my life was devoid of the colourless jean.  

In the past, my choice of white denim was constructed of nothing of the latter at all; instead of a wear-in Levi 501, my choice of cut was skinny, with no real denim in sight - if such a jean could even be called such. Picture a low rise waist with loose fitting fabric that bunched at the ankles, worn with a white t-shirt etched with a foil guitar and recoil in horror. It was 2008 okay, and I was still fully immersed in my Hannah Montana phase, judge me.

But with that horror story of my pre-teens long behind me, the white jeans I am coveting now can be found in straight, structured and frayed form. Vintage Levi 501s have my heart, and they are worth the hunt; scout Ebay, Depop, vintage stores and even Asos Marketplace for your fix. I found my perfect pair on a whim, actually, which is something of a rarity. Usually when I am on the hunt for that sole, desperately desired item, a ruthless search is implemented until I find exactly that. In theory, this frantic process did in fact occur but it was particularly fruitless, to my dismay. The reason being is that at the time (which was a mere few months ago) I could not for the life of me locate any suitable non-skinny white jeans on the high street, or Ebay, et al. I was discouraged and abandoned any hope of finding the real life incarnation of the Instagram-prolific denim I had fixated on for months.

And so, cue an unplanned day at the end of my stint of living in halls right next to Brick Lane spent walking rather aimlessly around the area, and such aimless wandering landed my then-flatmate and I in Blitz Vintage. It was a chance visit, a blasé entrance in which I possessed no expectation nor want to find anything in-store. It was my first time at the vintage shop, which is admittedly rather shameful considering I lived a mere 2 minutes from the branch and yet, perhaps such a nonchalant approach is what worked in my favour. In all honesty, the thought of white jeans was not looming on my mind that particularly day, instead I was utilising the spontaneous trip as a method of putting off packing and cleaning my entire room as I was moving back home for summer the following day (something I had not yet even started doing and in hindsight I do not recommended this extreme procrastination, let’s just say I got no sleep) but it just so happened that an appetising rail of white vintage jeans was staring me right in the face. A quick scan of the offerings and two pairs picked and tried on later and there I was on my way to the till with a perfectly fitting straight leg white jean. If only all clothing conundrums could be solved with such ease. 

As with all my vintage Levi 501s that I have purchased, I arm myself with scissors and cut about an inch or so off (depending on length) to not only give a more flattering, ankle-grazing cut to the often lengthy jeans but to also incite a frayed effect. In my opinion, a little denim fraying is certainly an easy way to embellish an outfit, especially when wearing flats.

Now that I had the white jeans, it would have been almost foolish of me to not predictably pair the denim with a Birkin-esque basket bag. Although the woven wonder has also been a common feature on Instagram of late, mine was bought on Depop about two years ago and has only truly seen the light of day recently. It’s vintage Marks and Spencer (or rather, St Michaels) would you believe, and is in excellent condition mind. While I’m fairly confident in the fact that summer dressing is not my favourite (I much prefer long coats, layering and not sweating in my jeans), I have found myself to be fairly comfortable in my newly adapted summer uniform of white denim, basket bag and a effortless top. Perhaps this is due to the clad of L.A cool labels such as Reformation and Realisation Par and their warm weather influence. Either way, you won’t find me changing out of my white denim come Autumn, instead of a halter neck top, I shall dress with patent mac, a Ganni-esque coloured cable knit jumper and armed with my trusty black ankle boots. I may have to tread with caution though, rain puddles are to be treated as the enemy.

Wearing: Top - Topshop Concessions at Oxford Circus | Jeans - Blitz Vintage | Shoes - ASOS | Bag - Depop | Earrings - Topshop |



Over the past few months, I have developed a strange relationship with clothing, especially when purchasing. Perhaps this has something to do with the pledge I made last year to cut down on fast fashion and be a more conscious shopper - only buying items when I knew I really wanted them. This process involves a lot of thinking and waiting - if I don't get the initial 'I need it!' pang when I see an item or try it on, I dwell on it and that's how I know if I can live without it. Unsurprisingly, 90% of the time I have concluded that I can indeed survive happily without that off the shoulder blouse I spied in Topshop. I do sometimes get fooled by my own intuition however and purchase on impulse, but no fear because a trip to Zara and one long wait later and all of my mistakes will have be refunded.

(All Pictured Above: Zara Oversized Roll Neck | Zara Green Satin Boots | Realisation Par The Bianca Lip | Monki Vinyl Boxy Coat | Zara Embroidered Slingback Shoes | Mango Leather Crop Trousers | Zara Astronaut T-Shirt | Relisation Par The Stevie | Topshop '90s Cat Eye Sunglasses | Topshop Red Espadrille Wedges | ASOS Faux Shearling Coat

With this practice however, comes the side effect of feeling like I have no clothes due to my lack of purchasing. While I may initially appear to want many items (and of course such always seems to occur at a time when I have absolutely no money to splurge on clothing) will I actually purchase them all? Of course not. Because I often get so caught up worrying about what I need and don't need and what I want or don't want, I end up pondering on the issue too long and thus become indecisive and switch off. I just can't seem to figure out what is worth my money these days, what won't become tired after several wears, and what I should prioritise. Plus, it is often hard being a student because there is the constant temptation of those few special items - such as a Realisation Par blouse, as pictured above, or a Reformation top - that are just that little bit out of reach, if not for price but for shipping and import duty costs and the lack of security of a fuss free and cheap return. 

Yet, although I intend to cut down on fast fashion and my habit has certainly dwindled, I still constantly trawl the new-in sections in pursuit of purchase. I have postulated that perhaps this obsessive scrolling is due to FOMO. In my head, I am thinking 'What if Zara has new items that I haven't seen, I could love them...' accompanied by alarm bells ringing in my head (okay, perhaps it is not so dramatic) and I know it's not that serious - nothing bad will happen if I don't check Zara or Topshop or Mango yet, I feel instantly better once I have examined every inch of each online store. In truth, I do not want to miss out but this fact does not mean that I am clicking purchase at every given opportunity, it is, in fact, quite the opposite. Possibly, the root of this compulsive behaviour stems from the fact that I find comfort in knowing that I have seen all that is to offer. It enables me to pour over everything and divulge it, categorise such in wishlist form and play the all important, all telling waiting game by checking back on the items I lusted over and proving whether love at first sight is a force that really does exist. In doing so, not only am I appeasing my fast fashion FOMO without doing any serious damage, I am evading any sense of overwhelm that would undoubtedly arise when tackling the pages upon pages of attire when I actually posses the intent to purchase. Plus, alternatively, it pays to know that you are in fact, not missing out on anything, too. The constant need for newness in fashion can certainly be anxiety enduing but you just need to be sure of what you want and not play into the disposable trend game. And so I shall continue to watch, wait, and repeat. 

For now, the wishlist in question is a much shortened version of items I saved onto my bookmarks (yes, I still utilise that tool, is that weird? I don't know, maybe it isn't and it's completely normal and I'm making this comment for no reason) over the space of the past month. I make a habit of this, as explained in detail above and I will reiterate that I recommend doing so yourself as it really is revealing and sends an air of clarity over my mostly hard to pin down sartorial needs. Maybe people do this already. Again, who knows. All I can do is speak for myself here, ha. 

Onto the clothes, even now I can pinpoint and prioritise what I want to purchase most out of this still abundant shortlist. At this current moment in time, I am mostly wishing to own the Zara oversized blue roll neck jumper. Why exactly this is is a question I myself do not currently have the answer for. I have never liked deep blue tones. Not navy, not cobalt, nor royal blue. No matter how many times Alexa Chung iterated that a navy sweater is all you need for your wardrobe to feel complete, I was never sold. Yet this incarnation of blue has me second guessing my past ignorance and all I can think is how good it would look thrown over my newly bought vintage white Levi 501s and colour blocked with my favourite green tassel earrings. Also a feature of this imaginary ensemble is the green satin ankle boots also from Zara (of course). I am always a fan of Zara (and yes this is the one fast fashion relationship that is the hardest to break) but its AW17 collection is proving extremely fruitful thus far. 

The Monki vinyl jacket is an equally noticeable find. Ever since I bought the Alexa Chung vinyl trench late last year my love affair for the M&S coat has not dwindled in even the slightest. However, I would quite like a shorter version too and this one seems the perfect fit. Similarly, jeans are always on my mind when searching for a wardrobe update. I have finally decided that jeans are the glue that sticks my wardrobe together and thus, I have concluded that I should probably spend more of both my time and money adding to the rather small collection of jeans that I currently own. For once, this usually exhaustive search was quite easy, with minimal effort I managed to pick four pairs of jeans I think would compliment my wardrobe perfectly. Not so long ago it was almost impossible to find good crop flare jeans on the high-street and even more so a white pair. For once, my sartorial search seems (almost) complete.