Baby you need some rock n roll: We are 1 of 100

Fashion fuckery, design geekery and some good old fashioned sleaze, baby you need some rock ‘n’ roll and new Scottish t-shirt brand We are 1 of 100 have it in spades.  It’s a tired trope but fuck it, sometimes you…

Yellow is the new black

“I’ll wear anything as long as it’s black.” That was my excuse for years. A safety net that morphed my wardrobe in to a giant bruise. Which is fine. Bruise is a strong look – but over time it left…

Fuck It Fashion: Ruffles and Perspex

Fashion rules are arbitrary at best. They can serve as a guide line sure – but I like to think of them as more suggestions that hard fast lessons to live your sartorial life by. Case in point – wearing…

Why Dying My Hair Yellow was the Best Thing I’ve Ever …

A new hair day can be completley and utterly transformative. No two ways about it. It’s a tired cliche for a reason, but an outward change has always been a signifier of “inner personal growth.” It’s okay, I can hear…

Mesh Bodysuits, Origami Bags and Finding Your Style Mojo

I’ve got a whole section of my wardrobe dedicated to safe bets that I don like warm blankets. The thing is though, my go to roll neck and jeans combo begins to feel a little tired the fifth time in…

Double Dressing

So looks like dresses over trousers is a thing again. I guess part of me thought that scousers (that sexy and fun combination of skirt and trousers) was left firmly in the past at primary school discos, but here we…

What Comes Around

No matter how many wardrobe clear outs I have (and trust me, I have them A LOT) there are always a few things that without fail never find themselves in the firing line. They aren’t part of my main wardrobe…

The Graduate

To say I have a penchant for things that look like other things would be an understatement. Among this; bags that look like champagne bottles, shirts that looks like sailor suits and dresses, dresses that look like graduation gowns. I…

Better off the hanger

We’re all guilty of it, or at least I certainly am. I frequently judge clothes by how they look on the hanger. Or their cut out on websites. And all too frequently it has me turn my nose up (figuratively)…