Tuesday, 9 June 2015

Paradoxical Elements: Silk Stripes and Roshe Runs

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There's something paradoxical about attempting to make two opposites attract, a clash of opposing spectrums that's strangely complementary.

Take a formal style shirt paired with a classic pyjama print, a leather band watch with Nike Roshe Runs and a monochrome outfit with an overlay of greenery from the South Downs.

They form comforting combinations in a mixing palette of otherwise contradictory elements.

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Outfit Details:

Striped Print Shirt - Bershka
MOTO Joni Jeans - Topshop
Roshe Run - Nike via ASOS
Clubmaster Sunglasses - Ray-Ban

Tuesday, 2 June 2015

Exploring Budapest

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I'm currently squeezing my eyes shut with my fingers crossed to magically *pop* from my bedroom in London back to the cobbled streets of Budapest. Alas, I'm sat with a tummy full of pancakes and the background noise of The Holiday. Let's not get into that, there's no logic involved except that I'm clearly excessively wild and rebellious by watching a Christmas film on the first days of June.


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Backdating to March, this was my travelling outfit on the train ride over from Vienna with the full intention of channeling a 50s siren beaming with elegance. In reality, after a feast of every breakfast food possible (oh, hello croissants/eggs/salmon/yogurt/granola/fruit/jam toast/bread rolls and prosecco because... wine not?) and a excitable morning running around the towers of an ancient cathedral, it was less Hepburn/Bardot and more dishevelled goose with a tummy fulla carbs.

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Everywhere you turn, the city exudes an abundance of history and charm. Buda Palace sits proudly atop the Danube river; the Fisherman's Bastion boasts picturesque views from its lookout towers. Come evening, spotlights dance against the historical buildings and transforms into Hogwarts. It was enough to render me speechless and wide-eyed as I went about exploring.

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Whilst discovering cubby holes and hidden hallways, a hauntingly beautiful voice echoed along the corridors. After following the musical path with a few other intrigued guests, it revealed an elderly man sitting back with his homemade guitar. He gestured at us to sit, closed his eyes and sung classic renditions from The Beatles, Elvis and Johnny Cash. We all sat under the moonlight and listened as our hearts collectively hummed with delight.

A beautifully magical evening and a memory that I'll forever be returning to if only to relive and rehear the perfect tranquility experienced in a forgotten tower at the top of Buda Castle; a fool's paradise.



Outfit Details:
  • Bardot striped top - Zara
  • Jamie ripped jeans - Topshop
  • Felt fedora hat - ASOS
  • Carpet bag - Topshop
  • Burgundy cut-out boots - Zara


Wednesday, 27 May 2015

My Weekend Down South and The Confinements of Social Media

Sometimes, the best adventures stem from the roots of nostalgia and the branches of familiarity.

Over the bank holiday weekend, I took a trip down to the south coast with an explorer's bag, a camera and plans to create new memories with old friends.

These photographs are a collection of postcards captured over the past three days, each one a snapshot of the people and places that put themselves on the map as the reasons why I'm happy to return home.

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Living beside the seaside with the backdrop of the South Downs means a palette filled with the seasonal colours of nature painted this weekend's canvas.

I pulled on my walking shoes (note: Nike Roshe Runs are the definition of the phrase 'walking on clouds') and strolled through a nearby park towering with willow trees surrounding by a boating lake. A sign told me that it was One Eyed Jack's territory with his army of pirate boats but aside from a trio of ducklings taking their first paddle on the gentle waves, the gentleman in question was nowhere to be seen.

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Politeness will get you everywhere - although in this case, it would be at a slower pace. I also positively told my feet to not run astray and to walk slowly through the restricted areas.

After drinking in the views, I hurried back to be reacquainted with a wagging tail and an affectionate lick. We had long conversations (mainly woofs and gruffs) catching up with each other's adventures before I refocused my attention back to the humans and attended to our rumbling stomachs.

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We passed peculiar signs...

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and I filled a morning with an early brunch of vegan cakes, savoury scone meze platters and full-bellied squeezes with a truly beautiful soul that I'm honoured to call my best friend. We exchanged tales, whispers and stories over a teapot of Moroccan mint tea before rolling home promising to repeat it all again in a month's time.

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You'd think that amount of food would have been enough, wouldn't you? My appetite had other ideas. Come evening, I found myself sitting cross-legged on my friend's bedroom floor being surrounded by our favourite things. We ate pizza filled with the cheesiest of crusts, BBQ-laced chicken wings and drunk swigs of cinnamon whiskey to the soundtrack of Game of Thrones and The Breakfast Club (until I bleated mid-movie to him for a Harry Potter marathon where I proceeded to quote the entire film between mouthfuls of food. Classy one, me.) before our phones rung inviting us down to a Sherlock-esque pub in Brighton.

We hopped on the train to The Globe where stacks of board games and a 90s soundtrack greeted us. We spent the following hours competing with Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit washed down with goblets of gin and shots of spirits.

We laughed, danced, sung and spelled words laced with innuendos until 3am before we stumbled into a taxi that guided us back to our warm beds before waking up to an afternoon family barbecue. More food? I forgot to warn you that it was a weekend of indulgence.

Note to self: chilli Doritos on top of a spicy burger will forever be one of my better ideas.

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Before long, my 72 hours by the seaside came to an end. Waving goodbye, I jumped back on the train as we hurtled along the tracks back to the city accompanied by a suitcase brimming with the past weekend's entertainment, ready to be unpacked and revisited at a later date.

In a society confined by the walls of social media and constant online attachment, this weekend made me realise the importance of the physical forms of communication that no paragraphs of emojis could possibly replace. In other words, here's to reconnecting with old friends and family. It was good to be home.
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Wednesday, 20 May 2015

The 'We Know Your Order' Pizza Illuminati Vest

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It's fair to say that this vest has a pizza my heart.

Once upon a time, a hangry maiden perused ASOS with a tummy singing for the cheese-topped pie and clapped her eyes on a piece that made her heart (and stomach) sing with glee. She waved her magic wand (debit card), beckoned for a horse and carriage (thanks, DPD) and welcomed the new arrival to her accommodating kingdom (wardrobe). It was an inevitable beginning to a pretty darrrn good love story... aside from the glorious moment that happens when I'm getting a slice of the action in real life.

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Once the initiation process was complete, it was time to assemble.

Impatient by nature, I overindulged by layering black over black and texture on texture. I flew into the billowing cardigan, slipped on the knee-high leathers and pleather shorts, slung the 90s choker around my neck and finished off with the pizza in illuminati armour. They're only (il)logical choices, huh?

Note: wearing a pretend cape in public can cause the following side effects:

1) You will become a Shuperhero...
2) ...and start spinning around in public singing 'we can fly, we can fly we can FLY'
3) Your full-time photographer and part-time best friend Umit will nervously laugh, grimace and then slowly back away.
4) And you'll reply with 'what's wrong? you want a pizza me?'
5) Repeat the process x5

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Yeah, I'm lucky that I have friends at all.
Now, who wants to go for a pizza?

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OUTFIT:

American Apparel Circle Cardigan
New Look Pleather Shorts
Topshop Choker 

Thursday, 14 May 2015

Feelin' Blue

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In an ideal situation, I'd be waltzing into work dressed in my Pikashu onesie or my matching 'Donut Disturb' set (complete with Simpsons-esque sprinkled doughnuts shorts, I'll have you know). Until then, oversized clothing will have to fill the void as being the closest thing to wearing pyjamas out in public.

It can be hastily thrown on over a casual uniform of black, act as a shield against London's unpredictable weather and hug us as it lazily slouches against our bodies until we're coaxed out of its embrace to the tempting calls of our Gryffindor PJs.

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Mixing textures is our wardrobe's way of playing cupid. It takes two unlikely pairings, grabs them by their sleeves and presents the idea with a gentle nudge that opposites attract. The leather shorts and boots are rockin' the notion of slipping into something outside of our comfort zones, whilst the denim shirt is rollin' with an easygoing nonchalance and a carefree attitude all whilst subtly flirting with the idea that the combination of the both may not be as frivolous as it first seemed.

It's all very rock 'n' roll.

...or this has all been a fanciful spin of words that overanalysed a morning ritual of pulling a top and bottom from the wardrobe with a hurried 'you'll do' before running out the door with keys and my 'secret super spy' playlist in hand.

p.p.s. still holding out for a Pikashu onesie outfit post.

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Outfit Details:

Oversized denim shirt - Monki
Black V-neck top - Zara
Pleather shorts - New Look 
Blue trim socks - Topshop 
Leather ankle boots - Topshop 
Earrings - H&M