Les Bottes

Sometimes there is nothing better than a self-bought present.
It's all the indulgence (I mean, hell, it's my birthday...why ever not) minus the awkward 'I appreciate the thought but actually kind of hate it' fake smile and die moment (oh you know what I mean...surely...you fellow faux-smilers)

These boots by Vanessa Bruno (may or may not have sighted another gorgeous pair of non-functional but perfect hiking boots in store today...) were the perfect pointless, self-acquired indulgence. Pointless because (despite the miserable rain and gloom that was yesterday) - we are apparently heading into warmer months and longer days (i.e. non-ideal boot weather unless you're a dominatrix or a stickler for punishment and ruined leather)

But just looking at them - how could a girl say no...

Timelessly elegant and deliciously buttery calf leather.
For that instant dash of Parisian cool which automatically transports me to my fantasy world of days spent watching beautiful people , with equally dashing French beau sitting across (possibly reading poetry to me in a sultry accented voice), taking a drag on a Gauloise (preferably minus the not so desirable health effects), sipping a cup of Mariage Freres tea while nibbling on a whimsically flavoured Laduree macaron. Oh so modern Marie Antoinette no?

A bit of a subtle head turner with that gold flecked heel. With just enough height to raise me above 'average Asian height sans being stripper-heel'. And just hitting at the knee. Gorgeously simple - yes die superfluous hardware and unnecessary zips. It's enhanced minimalism at its sartorially perfect peak. Let us not forget that they also make impressive 'leg lengtheners' (without the very painful sounding surgery...)

Fantasy, instant faux plastic surgery and a bit of a beloved, timeless classic.
And that, my friends, is a worthwhile indulgence for anyone.

Indulge!

Lots of love and more

xx

Bec

Mark Borthwick: Dazed & Beautiful

Vanessa Bruno and Rag & Bone - Two of my favourite labels in the whole world...The former for its basics that fit like no other and insouciant, minimalistic Gallic panache and the latter for its impeccable, totally-borrowed-from-the-perfect-boyfriend tailored aesthetic.

Lookbooks - A guilty procrastinating pleasure

Mark Borthwick's photography - Simply too pretty for words. It's that softly blurred, retro imperfection that just makes me want to have never ending hazy afternoons with the sun streaming through my window. Listening to Beach House and Au Revoir Simone. With a cup of herbal tea.

Does anyone need anything more?

I think not.

Love

xo

Bec

Images courtesy of Vanessa Bruno and Rag & Bone

Get Tanked & Graffitied

I spend obscene amounts of money on basic tank tops. There. I said it. I feel better now. Well not really. But anyway.
'But why? They're just basic pieces of cloth?'

Oh dear unenlightened people - the perfect tank top is so much more than just a basic piece of cloth. Draped the right way and put together with the right 'mussed-up, I'm-a-model-recovering-from-one-bender-of-a-party' items...they can totally give you a look of absolute easy sexiness. One which I am still hoping to (and disgustingly am yet to) achieve. Ultimate sigh and die moment.

But occasionally you stumble upon a clever trick or two...and this I found on a mannequin at the Vanessa Bruno store (and bought the see through tank shortly thereafter...oh yes...Rebecca, you and your will of steel) Belated lightbulb moment: You can totally mix things up when you wear things backwards! Oh I do adore when something so wrong turns out ever so right (I just wish I'd thought of it first...like my brilliant idea of wearing cardigans backwards...but that kind of epically failed...)

And note - It is not a fake bra.

Love

xo

Bec

Black tank - Vanessa Bruno
Grey tank - Bassike