Blazer and Trousers: c/o Hush, Heels: BCBG Max Azria, Top: Christian Dior, Skirt: Michael Kors, Lace hat: Creations by Liv Free, Bag: Chanel, Earrings: Traditional Pakistani Jhumkas
Images by Ahmed Fayed
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
Stephen King – Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
Stephen King’s literature defined me when I was growing up. He was that person who said it was ok for me to swear, and it was ok for me to be an awkward teen, and it was ok for me to not like things that everyone else seemed to be a fan of.
There was a time when I wished it was someone else who would okay all of these things for me rather than an author who knows not of my existence. But now I think if it was anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have listened.
I used to feel caged, as a matter of fact I often still do. The difference between being caged as a fifteen year old and a twenty five year old is that now I am the one who is doing all the self-caging.
But not with this outfit.
When hush approached me with their pieces of quiet luxury (the stitching, the fabrics, the cuts), I started moulding outfits in my head. The first thought was to go for a classic look – throw in a manly tie, brogues and go back to their PR team and say, there, here’s your outfit. Done.
It was that cage within me slamming doors and turning keys in locks again. I started to feel I needed wings or at least feathers. And so I started to rethink the outfit. I decided to add a subtle 90s twist with a feather skirt and trousers as well as double up the lace with this Dior vest and Creations by Liv Free hat. All of these touches made the look little bit more floaty, whimsical, poetic. A little bit more me.
I guess I am just not meant to be caged.
Dress: c/o Ghost, Shoes: Toga, Jacket: Zara, Bag: Chanel, Collar: Vintage Fox Fur and Amber
Images by: Rebecca Cofie“Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!”
Ronald Reagan, Former President of the United States, speech at the Brandenburg Gate, 1987
And so they did.
I heard so many different points of view before going to Berlin. Some were praising the city, others were saying it was rather grimy. This made me very curious – what is the mystery behind the inconsistency of everyone’s memory of Berlin? Is it a Vienna kind of city or is it a Warsaw type?
That’s when I saw something that Jack Lang, former French culture minister, noted. He said: “Paris is always Paris and Berlin is never Berlin.” And that’s so true. If I come back in a year’s time, it will probably be a completely different experience – it’s constantly being constructed, reconstructed, deconstructed in a never ending circle. And that’s the beauty of Berlin – a city that’s buzzing yet isn’t as saturated as a beehive. A city that boasts memorable architecture but lacks in equivalents of the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, the Big Ben.
In fact, the piece of architecture it is famous for is simply not there. And yet millions come year on year admiring this beautiful torn down nothingness.
Dress: Boohoo, Hoodie: Quemondo, Pumps: BCBG Max Azria, Bag: Chanel, Jewellery: From My Silver and Amber Collection
Photos by Maheen
Location: Richmond, LondonYes, I said it’s fine before
I don’t think so no more
I said it’s fine before
I’ve changed my mind
I take it back
Erase and rewind
’cause I’ve been changing my mind
I’ve changed my mind
The Cardigans – Erase/Rewind (1998)
If you were to say hoodie to me, I’d say sure, you will see me in one when I go to the gym or for a run. Or grocery shopping. You know, things we all do but don’t necessarily talk about or expect to see on personal style blogs. Hoodies have earned this unglamorous reputation of being a safe-choice for lazy days. Something that’s kind of velour, with bunny ears, pink and comes with its own partner in crime: the tracksuit bottoms.
But wait. Just like kicks and sneakers, the humble hoodie is having a rebrand as we speak. I bet you never expected me to blog about it. I don’t think I ever would, had it not been for Quemondo, a luxury hoodie brand that specialises in bringing sporty back with an emphasis on fashion.
The brand went as far as trying to convince me that it could serve as an alternative to my trusty old leather jacket.
And yet days later I still see my leather jacket. It’s hanging in the corridor, as I am dashing out of the house in my Quemondo hoodie.
I am not taking it off, mate. Get your own.
Sunglasses: Dolce&Gabbana c/o Sunglasses Shop, Skirt: Frank Usher, Top: Adolfo Dominguez, Bag: Chanel, Sandals: New Look, Jewellery: Saint Laurent, Givenchy and Chanel
Location: Somerset House, London, UK
Images by Rebecca CofieI am an Antichrist
I am an anarchist
don’t know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy passerby
‘Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city
Anarchy for the UK
It’s coming sometime maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
‘Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city, the only way to be
Sex Pistols – Anarchy in the UK
If it was Paris Fashion Week I was preparing for, these dotted Dolce&Gabbana sunnies would quickly be switched to my classic black Gucci frames and the pink hair would stay my usual colour resulting in a very Audrey up-do. But we’re not in Paris, this is London – and here rules don’t apply when it comes to street style.
We all need an outlet to punk out. Rebelling has many forms. Mine happens to be pink and bang in the middle of Somerset House.
Blouse: Ralph Lauren, Trousers: Alice by Temperley, Bag: Coach, Blazer: Dolce&Gabbana, Necklace: JeannieRichard, Earrings: Chanel, Pumps: Schuh
Images: Safeera Sarjoo
The colour brown is one those that does not frequent in the blogosphere or in the fashion sphere in general. Of course, I am not talking about those sandy, warm colours that you see on MaxMara wool coats or Burberry tweed jackets and trenches, nor am I talking about perfect brown leather or suede accessories. I am talking about clothing. Think brown dresses, blazers, tops, trousers, skirts and the like. The reason for this is that generally the colour brown is considered to be black’s awkward ugly sister. Because brown in not quite black and not quite dark navy. It’s somewhere in a seperate space and time. Perhaps it’s the bad choices of the 70s going on 80s when brown suits with flared bottoms were all the rave – and to many it still has that cheesy, have-we-stepped-into-a-porn-flick-set vibe.
The truth is that brown is incredibly tricky to style. Styling it with green may leave you looking like a weirdo, styling it with yellow may work well or if the shades are wrong may end up in a style suicide. Styling it with other hues, including other shades of brown itself may end up really and truly awkward. It’s just a seriously awkward and challenging shade to wear.
I’ve had this Dolce&Gabbana blazer in my wardrobe for ages – I’ve worn it casually but never on this blog in fear of making you feel that 70s porn flick vibe that I referred to before: bon-chika-wow-wow, chika-boo-ya-boogie-woogie-pow-poooow. But this particular styling; with some Ralph Lauren lace, some blush oversized trousers, a somewhat Eastside hairdo and gold jewellery convinced me that unless I mention that porn thing, no one would ever think that. But what kind of blogger would I be, having the opportunity to make you sing bow-chika-wow-wow aloud and not taking it?
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