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Faking It: Faux Fur

There are a few things in life that sometimes you just have to fake. Let's take fur, for example... 
Luxurious and silky, real fur feels so soft it almost makes you tingle. But then you are overtaken by the squeamish thought of "Ooh did I just stroke a dead rabbit or a fox?" When I'm looking at that divine Fendi coat in all of its luxe furry glory, all I can really see is the eyes of my cat staring back at me trying to convince me his life is worth more than fashion. And if that doesn't put things into perspective, then the price tag definitely does. 

Ethical, economical, and ecological storms surrounding fur are beginning to get a bit tired and boring. It's a subject I've covered again and again. But with 71% of designers using real fur in their AW14 collections, I'm happy the high-street is on hand providing spectrum of jewel-coloured faux's and seriously real unreal furs. Browse through my edit of this seasons best faux fur pieces. 

Faux Fur Coats

Faux Fur Gilets

Faux Fur Stoles & Scarves

Faux Fur Hats, Bags & Gloves


Casual Dressing: Converse

Mango Coat | Vintage Polo Neck (similar here) | Zara Bag | ASOS Jeans | Converse* 

I once dated a guy who told me that he preferred girls in skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and Converse. Of course it's a classic combination, but at that moment in time when he delivered his womenswear preferences I happened to be dolled up in a gorgeous Topshop Boutique Silk dress and Kurt Geiger heels. It probably doesn't come as a surprise to you that I wanted to throw my espresso martini in his face over his lack of appreciation for my efforts. There I was, trying my best to look all 90's minimal glamour and all he really wanted was a plain Jane.  

Casual dressing has never been my thing (as a five year old I would wear prom dresses just to go to the corner shop) but with the huge infiltration of normcore (it still hurts to use that term) and the fact it's just so comfortable and easy, the casual has become unavoidable.

Street-style photographers and paparazzi seem to have developed an obsession with chasing down 'off duty models' between catwalk shows wearing a pair of skinny jeans, an oversized tee and a leather jacket, so it's no surprise that there has become an element of laid back glamour pinned on to the most basic sartorial choices. 

But I can't ever be a total plain Jane. So when Cloggs got in touch with me to take part in customising a pair of classic Converse, I couldn't resist turning the laces a bright neon pink with a set of Dylon Fabric pens. With the addition of a bold pink lipstick (Nars Audacious Claudia lipstick incase you were wondering), black skinny jeans and hazy grey layering, this is casual dressing meets casual glamour. 

Plain Jane who?


Can I Really Pull Off Over The Knee Boots?

Topshop Control2 Boots | Mango Coat | Zara Jumper | Topshop Skirt | Zara Bag | ASOS Sunglasses

Over the knee boots are my forbidden fruit: something that I always really wanted, but never thought I could (or should) have. The chocolate cake to all dieters. The tall-dark-handsome-man my best mate just started dating (sorry...) 

Why? Whilst the models in Vogue and street-style stars with lean-queen proportions seem to pull these boots off in a state of what can only be described as over-the-knee nirvana, a more bottom-heavy and curvaceous me would more likely fall into the territory of moderately-priced-dancer in a Magaluf strip club

But despite tweeting this a year ago, and writing at the top of my New Years Resolutions for 2014 "get skinny enough not to look like chubby hooker in over the knee boots," I seemed to have had a change of heart.

No, I certainly haven't lost any weight this year (*cries into burger*) despite joining two different gyms and coaxing several free sessions out of the personal trainers, but I did disregard all of my own personal views to try out this trend, probably due to overexposure to over the knee boots on Instagram.

The main issue I faced? (Not including my thigh circumference)

Finding the perfect pair. It seemed everywhere seemed to be stocked with flat heeled boots (purrfect if you really want to look like puss-in-boots), Stiletto heeled boots (if you really want to unleash your inner-dominatrix publicly), Pirate boots (too flappy at the top, a bit too Captain Jack Sparrow for me), and Chunky Platform heeled boots (I'm just not that into emulating Posh Spice before she became the modern VB incarnation we all now love.) 

This left one question on my mind for months:

Did a pair of black suede over the knee boots with a small but chunky heel exist anywhere on the planet that wasn't going to withdraw £500+ from my penniless purse?

All hail Topshop. Queen of the High Street. Topshop's Control2 over the knee boots have padding in the leg to hold the boots in place, and have the perfect sixties-esque 3inch heel.

The biggest surprise? They were oddly flattering and I didn't look like Pretty Woman post-pizza binge.



The Tartan Suit

ASOS Check Blazer | ASOS Check Trousers | Christian Louboutin Shoes | ASOS Sunglasses | ASOS Top | Zara Bag

Tartan suits are a bit of a weird one. They are an unknown territory that I previously assigned only to very dapper men who know their tailoring, or tall and thin models who have very dapper boyfriends they could 'borrow' tartan suits from and wear with all of the nonchalant elegance of a rock-star-ballet-dancer.  

I am not a dapper man. Or a model or a rock star. And I gave up ballet dancing when I was four years old because they would't let me wear a pink tutu to class. So in a complete lapse of sensibility and self identity I ordered a tartan suit anyway hoping for the best... and this is what I got.

I came to realise that there is a very fine line between a gritty-grunge-chic aesthetic and emulating TV presenter extraordinaire Lorraine Kelly circa 1992. The vital difference between the two lies in the colour palette of the checks, the tailoring of the suit, and the accessories you wear with it (I stand by the fact that Louboutin's are capable of resurrecting any poor sartorial choice. Lorraine darling: take note.)

A major criticism? The trousers. They fit on the hips, rather than the waist. Cue flashback to my youth when 'hipster jeans' were all the rage. And not as in trendy East-Londoner hipster jeans. I'm talking about those awful low-rise, hip-hugging, muffin-top-inducing, g-string-revealing jeans that should be suppressed deep in our memories along with Furby's and that time your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend at the school disco...