It's The Same Old Style


I guess this post is kind of a continuation of my last entry on style resolutions (not to be mistaken with new year resolutions). I spoke about how this year I really wanted to get back to grips with my own personal style, the pieces I love and the inspiration I will forever adore! This isn't to say that I've been dressing out of character as such but more that towards the end of last year I kind of felt like I'd lost my way or more aptly I was just a little lacklustre about my style. For me personal style has and always will be about self expression and being unashamedly proud of who you exactly you are. Personal style is not just about being confident in yourself (which I think we can all agree is sometimes easier said than done) but it's a homage to the routes you've taken to cultivate it. Whether that's music, film, an era, one particular style icon or a mismatch of various designers, I've always been a strong believer that you should celebrate the culture you've chosen to have around you through what exactly you wear. For me that's most predominantly music. It has to be said that my complete obsession with music of (mainly) the sixties and seventies kind of manifested itself through my clothes completely subconsciously. I didn't just sit down one day and decided "you know what I should just dress like George Harrison", instead it was completely organic. Music and fashion were the two things I felt most passionately about therefore it was only natural the two would collide and subsequently my happy place really did become to outfits I wore! 

A Wardrobe To Cure My January Blues



January is a funny old time isn't it? And I mean that in the most general sense, it's the year's official grey area for both your social life and your wardrobe. This year I feel like I've felt it more than ever before and I can't quite put my finger on why. The optimist in me says it's down to a wonderful Christmas with a much needed break or perhaps the arrival of my new favourite pal Pep the puppy. On the other hand the pessimist in me would say it's because I just can't find the enthusiasm to get back into my work, it's been a quiet month and the most dismissive of all excuses, January is just such a dull month, why even bother? Whatever the reason may be I just can't find my get up and go and it's completely unlike me. Last week I did my first shoot of the year with Rosie, we decided to stay up near my neck of the woods and take some photos around my house (partly because it's freezing, partly so Rosie could meet Pep of course). It kind of ended up being the wake up, shake up I needed. The house was a little messy to say the least, my organisational skills had fallen to the wayside and I just wasn't feeling my personal best in my outfits. I think having Rosie there to witness my complaisant self and feeling totally mortified about it gave me the boost I needed. As soon as she left I kicked myself into cleaning gear and I aim to start the rest of week getting back to my usual (give or take) proactive self.