Denim Waistcoat

I've been selling clothes to Wasteland in Los Angeles but I just couldn't seem to part with this Levi's waistcoat that I bought at the swapmeet for mere pocket change, a poor man's pocket change. And yes, my bra is Dior, thank you very much.

Razor Front

Well, last summer in the hype of the velvet craze I bought tons of black velvet pieces with the intention of creating something. (That's right, can't ever get inspiration from simply buying the fabric). Amidst mediocre creations came the 'racer front', which my tongue can't seem to distinguish from the 'razor front'. This top, aside from being a majestic fabric, is the clavicle's best friend, well in the running to be its best friend up against Lauren Kay Sokolov that is.

MC Hammer

You can probably guess that these pants were originally made for a pregnant woman, well I''m not pregnant. I bought them for a dollar last year at a yard sale because I was drawn to the gathering at the waist which is inevitably made by the elastic. I thought the low front pockets were really cool but the lower half (some would argue that the entirety) of the pants was a mess being boot cut. So I took them in from the knee down and made them skinny adding a zipper. The result was bold but I think they're an acquired taste...

Recap

One would think that moving to London would have strengthened my, self-proclaimed, sixth sense of fashion, although evidence might indicate otherwise. I ask myself whether my love for fashion has dwindled or simply secluded into hibernation? I can't give a clear set of reasons for my hiatus from the vanity of a fashion blog, but I can't help point fingers at the blistering cold that swept the UK this London and nearly claimed my pinky toe in a case of frost bite. The point is, as the weeks got colder and the winter of 2009/2010 became the coldest winter the UK has seen in 30 years, my style suffered. Yes, I chose warmth over fashion, and yes, I am ashamed. But at last, spring is upon us and now that I have regained feeling in my fingers, let us admire a very special piece that persevered by keeping me warm AND stylish...and so totally English...

I got this fur coat at Portobello Market, which is where the second picture happens to be taken. One of the things I love most about English fashion is the freedom and eclecticism of people's style, although I do sometimes wonder whether people are actually stylish or just a failed attempt of all the mixed fashion messages London has to offer...