Sunglasses: c/o Felder Felder x Silhouette, Ring: Yunus and Eliza, Dress: Omar Mansoor, Sneakers: Nike, Bag: Chanel, Leather Jacket: c/o Vero Milano
Images by Rebecca Cofie
Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don’t feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.
I was simply obsessed with the idea of wearing sneakers with a floaty silk dress. Because I am a true doer, I converted my fantasy into reality this LFW and rolled up in a demi couture gown by Omar Mansoor and my ombre red to burgundy Nikes.
I am yet to meet a fashion lover who isn’t partial to dresses which synchronise and dance with the wind. It doesn’t matter if you are shooting from the latest Nikon DSLR or from an old iPhone, they always look very magazine editorial-y. Of course, just an evening gown wouldn’t do, I needed an unexpected punch and the sneakers worked perfectly.
I wasn’t the only one who thought the outfit worked. I was lucky enough to get papped and end up being the street style cover girl on Yahoo Lifestyle. More in my press section.
Coat: Vintage, Shoes: c/o: Clarks, Sunglasses: c/o Felder Felder x Silhouette, Scarf: H&M, Denim: Diesel, Bag: Gianfranco Ferre
I always loved aesthetics. Not particularly fashion, but an idea of beauty.
It’s rarely that being practical is pillar of consideration for when devising your fashion week outfits. Because if you don’t have green, yellow, lilac, rainbow feathers in your hair clashing with an alien mask and crazy cat lady blue eye shadow plus red lipstick (unfortunately I saw it all), you will not command that much attention from the paps. Of course, if you don’t have your picture taken by circus freak hungry photographers, how will you be able to prove you were there at LFW?
I have witnessed a woman sellotaping her face in the restrooms of Somerset House, only to go out and gather herds of photographers and laugh-burst-holding iPhone owners snapping her “look” away. This instance confused me. There was I, thinking I’ll roll up looking my best and go see the shows. I assumed everyone would do the same but surely sellotape-face is not a fashionable, nay safe, look?
Thank goodness there is still fantastic fashion to be seen at LFW both on the catwalk and off. It saddens me though that late Halloweeners hog the photographers on a mission of capturing the wildest freak because a lot of the truly unique and stunning personal style doesn’t get into the papers or street style galleries, thus not in front of the eyes of the masses. That’s how London gets its experimental-edgy notoriety when in reality it’s much more diverse than that. I hope, if you haven’t already, you’ll pop by Somerset House and see exactly what I mean.
Keys as pendants are nothing new. I had my first key pendant when I was 13 or so. At that point, it was seen as a radical accessory and I kept being asked what door did the key open. The amount of snobbish/snotty/cheesy answers I gave is to this day unbelievable. But what this really means is that key pendants are fantastic conversation starters. Or wrap ups. To annoying people you can always say the key is to the zipper on their lips and as far as you are concerned it’s locked.
So what makes The Giving Keys special?
Two pillars: help and sentiment. There I was, at the UK launch event, bawling my eyes out, watching a video of how the Giving Keys helped a number of people in need by giving them jobs Some needed a second chance, and others just of the first one.
They were employed to stamp out inspirational words on the keys, including breathe, dream, courage and fearless.
The idea is for the consumer to pick out a word to live by and until they meet someone in need of inspiration to pass it on to. Everyone is then encouraged to share their stories on The Giving Keys website.
The lovely people from TGK chose one for me. It carries the message of courage. The design is extremely blingy, chunky and in your face – basically every rapper’s dream – while my dreams are probably invaded by other designs. But that’s exactly why I am so happy with it, after all I don’t intend to house it forever. Not only it’s a welcomed style challenge for me, it’s also filled with positive vibes that I can’t wait to pass on to whoever crosses my path and happens to be in need of a little courage boost.
But while it is in my possession, I can’t wait to start opening doors with my new found courage.
Thanks The Giving Keys for having me over!
We’re all wearing Vintage Couture and Family Jewellery
Images by Agata Bosak
I am certain, I made attempts at writing posts such as the one you are about to read numerous times. They remained just that, drafts. They weren’t good enough. Neither will this one be. This is coming from a writer whose prose and poetry has been published in two books, from a first class journalist, from an award-winning blogger. All of these titles should suggest that I should probably know what I am doing. And yet, when it comes to delivering my true feelings towards my family, in particular my mother, words abandon me.
I am the most difficult person I know to love. I will miss calls, hang up the phone, roll my eyes, make no attempts at pleasantries and most of the time I only pretend I am listening. You get it, I can be a bit of an asshole. While the whole world may (and certainly should) turn their backs and get offended at such behaviour, my mother will still forgive and incessantly teach me what’s right and what’s wrong. To her I will never be a lost cause. It’s this relentless confidence and love of hers that puts me aback every time. How can she persevere despite all the walls I keep on building? Talk about emotional bulldozers.
Patience of a saint, humour of a child and decisions of an adult – all of it, my mother. A multi-tasking mystery. A symbol of strength. A style icon. A friend. The annoying voice that will tell me to get off my high horse only to put me back on it in times of her undying pride for my achievements.
I am glad that words abandon me, I am happy that I will never stop trying to perfect a serenade such as this. It is not meant to be written much like a mother’s love is not meant to be defined. Ever.
I wrote this article to celebrate Mother’s Day with Great Rail. While you are here, say hi to my mother and grandma. Now you know where my love for jewellery comes from. As far as I am concerned grandma can be a poster girl for Dolce&Gabbana’s newest collections and mum’s a true Versace woman. I am yet to find me. Peace out.