Fluorescent Adolescent

One more term until I graduate from uni where I'll no doubt be forced to grow up and get some sort of real job that strictly forbids the wearing of fluorescent hats. My trainers will probably be swapped for ankle-rubbing boots and I'll have to start wearing shirts that restrict any sort of movement so I can't even open a door. Still, three months to go so may as well make the most of it. 

Oh, and on a side note, if you're lucky enough to have kiddie size feet like me, get your trainers in the kid's section, 40 squid cheaper than the adult's!

Hat by American Apparel. Jumper by H&M. Joggers by Zara. 

Trainers by Nike Air Windrunner. Necklace by Estella Bartlett.

Fucking Young

Back in January I collaborated on a menswear shoot with photographer Marija Vainilaviciute, that has now been published exclusively for online magazine Fucking Young (see full story here). Shot in central London, with a crazy ass snowstorm and a broken camera lens, the day had its obstacles. Using the unforeseen weather to our advantage and styling model, Kris Brummell, in some dandy looks with a laid-back street edge, we somehow managed to get some great images. These are some of the outtakes that didn't make the story.

Photographer: Marija Vainilaviciute

Stylist: Emily Clay

Model: Kris Brummell

Grooming: Charlotte Louise Moran

Photographer's Assistant: Toshiko Aibara

Location: Angel, London

With thanks to Fucking Young.

Recover

For the last month I have pretty much lived in the same outfit. Having had the most intense January of my life, completing 50% of the old degree, motivation to think about what to put on in the mornings has been practically non-existent. So for now my vintage Barbour, Tommy dungarees and Nike Free Runs will continue to keep me comfy and lazy, whilst I try to recover and learn how to dress again.

Photos by James Gould. Hat by H&M. Polo neck by Asos. Dungarees by Tommy Hilfiger. Trainers by Nike Free Run. Coat by Barbour. 

Necklace by Estella Bartlett.

No. 1

I thought it was about time I stopped pretending it is still the holidays and get back to reality, so here's a mini inspiration post to set the year off. Over the last month I have found myself skiing through endless white powder, eating Christmas dinner with my favourite people on earth, partying in warehouses so you wish you could live forever and, believe it or not, working hard at my now semi-existent dissertation. New Year's Resolutions? 

No thanks, I'm quite happy the way things are.

Happy New Year!

Nostalgic Candy

Dungarees have been my saviour of 2012… blue or black, long or short, jean or cord I have them all. Admittedly, not the most flattering things on the planet but who cares when it means running around in a nostalgic onesie with Pooh Bear for company. 

Photos by James Gould. Hat by Primark. Polo neck by Asos. Boots by Deena & Ozzy. Dungarees found at ChinaPig @ Asos Marketplace.

Rewind

Writers block is such a bitch. I’ve decided I’ve been struck with the infection as it’s the last week of the first term and my brain has become some what frazzled. I was initially going to write an epic philosophical post on the tipping point of street wear, but the 'to do' list is far too long and I have my dissertation presentation in less than an hour (wish me luck). So instead, it’s just me in my not-so-effortless style post for this week. Thanks to the cheeky new vintage shop, Rewind, selling the finest second-hand sportswear for less than a tenner, here I am pretending I’m some sort of dirty little hipster in what can only be described as a fourteen year old boys football jacket.

Photos by James Gould. Hat by Beechfield. Jacket by Nike. Sweater by Topshop. Leggings by H&M.

Infinity

Too much work, too little time. I'm an expert when it comes to procrastination. Today was supposed to be dedicated to writing at least the introduction to my dissertation but instead I'm here composing superfluous blog content, sharing egotistical photographs of my most recent style post... Don't get me wrong, writing about psychological research on the existence of gender ambiguity can be, at times, really quite interesting, but on a friday afternoon, not so much. 

So here it is, look number two of the month and this one's got two of my most sacred (slightly pretentious) possessions. It's taken me bloody ages to sneak this Moschino backpack into a post, ironically I've had it for over a year and I wear it all the time. The hat, on the other hand I've had for about a month, equally, it's rarely left my head - the obsession is a little worrying. Anyways as time is not infinite I better actually do some work. Wish me luck.

Photos by James Gould. Hat by H&M. Skirt by Topshop. Bag by Cheap and Chic Moschino. Boots by Deena & Ozzy. Necklace by Estella Bartlett. Rings and sweater are vintage.  

 

Sweet Child O' Mine

If listening to Sheryl Crow's cover of Sweet Child O' Mine is embracing a little nostalgia, when it comes to my wardrobe I'm practically living in the past… Rolled up wooly beanies, denim dungarees, over-sized checkered shirts, baggy 

t-shirts and a disheveled pair of platforms; clearly born in the nineties. 

Girls will be boys

Seeing as my desktop is becoming overloaded with images for my final year dissertation, I thought I'd unload a few on here... My topic of choice? "The rise in unisex fashion and the influence of androgynous style" (with particular interest in girls as boys). So here we are and I can unashamedly say it's seriously making me want to add to my wardrobe. I've always loved a good baggy t-shirt or, equally, an oversized sweatshirt but apparently, banging a logo on the front of it seems to add to the appeal. In contrast however, as much as these girls seemingly pull off the male dominated head-gear and (those of you who know me- I'm rarely seen without a hat) but girls in flat peaks, really? I'm yet to be persuaded. 

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