There are few items that consistently remain as iconic as a strappy black dress. Pieces such as a classic white shirt and a pair of denim jeans for example. A personal paradigm of late, one I've continuously seen myself favouring more and more of. Regardless of hue, blue denim bottoms and a relaxed fit type shirt have become my exclusive signature staple. 

But when it comes to a white shirt, acquiring "the one" can prove to be quite challenging for me. Inconsistent sizing plays a big part, perfect in one section, far too tight in another. Or perhaps my issues lie within my broad shoulders, feeling as though many styles seem to enhance this self-perceived flaw rather than detract. It is a piece I find myself either in anticipation (which is more on the rare side) or in sheer dread when window slash online shopping as such difficulties immediately come to mind. 

That said the highlight towards pyjama type shirts has been a godsend for me. A most flattering and effortless design; one that no longer leaves me filled with trepidation over such purchases. Feathery light and opaque enough for a faint glimpse of darker undergarments this ASOS shirt has metaphorically swooped me off my feet. Much like the stages of a newly paired romantic coupling I've been searching for ways for us to remain coupled. Much like these baby blue jeans from Rosegal, a modern take on a classic with overly slashed knees, have become firm favourites. A pair I regretfully forgot to pack on my latest sojourn overseas to Portugal (more to come) and a pair I would have perpetually lived in during those two weeks abroad thanks to blissfully mild temperatures.


Busted knee jeans c/o Rosegal (more sizes here)  .   ASOS pyjama pocket shirt  .   Gucci Ace sneakers   .  Gucci wallet clutch

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my new Stan Smith's and Gucci Ace's. It's a battle of the squeaky clean white's right now. I've been coveting those studded bad boys for some time now and am definitely smitten. Currently I'm in the throes on which I'd like to accompany me overseas. Studded beauties (that no doubt will sound off metal detectors) or minimalist perfection. But more importantly who in their right mind purchases two new pairs of white sneakers within the spate of a few days?

Men Without Women by Haruki Mirakami. Despite a growing pile of novels awaiting my attention, I recently acquired this title and dove right in. Something about the opulent cover art (I'm a sucker for hardcover's and illustration) called for my attention. It's been a joy thus far with the short story format making this book effortless to devour. 

my upcoming trip to Portugal. Upcoming as in two days away. Despite countless promises to properly organise myself, I've yet again failed disastrously on all fronts. I spent a good part of my Sunday in a mad rush to pack my suitcase (a task which unbelievably remains to be completed) leaving me carefree for the following days tanning routine. Arrogant and accidental bronzer markings on white clothing; spare me.

to The Neighbourhood. There's something truly comforting and solacing when listening to this band while the rain patters away gingerly at your window.

Orange is the New Black. Truthfully I jumped on the OITNB band-wagon belatedly (as in season 3 late) but have appreciated this show nonetheless. I must admit I was rather obsessed with this season and attempted to lag out each episode for as long as I possibly could. I just did not want it to end. And what a finale. How is a girl supposed to hang on for another year?

the Buffet serum from The Ordinary and their Magnesium Ascorbyl Phospate cream. I was also using their Vitamin C Suspension moisturiser but the grainy consistency is really objectionable and very much undesirable. At the beginning it did not bother me as much but after some time that texture just became overly repelling. Also the faint scent of artificial orange juice makes me feel a little nauseous. But I've been exceedingly content with the brightening and moisturizing results from the first two. Especially considering the humble price point. I am completely converted. Sorry REN.

with my new toy, the Canon 5D Mark IV. I spent so much energy going back and forth to the store (much to a certain salesman's annoyance I am sure) trying to figure out which model to invest in. Having been without a DSLR for many years now and moving straight to a 5D sounds ludicrous to some (again, here's looking at you sales dude) but in terms of money and features I felt like it was a solid investment considering how technically "dated" the 6D and 7D lines are. Plus the idea of wifi compatibility and ease was something I strongly preferred. And knowing my luck as soon as I dropped cash on another other model I know a newer one will be released. Like that time I purchased my mirrorless M3 when a newer model, the M5 was just about to be released. Regardless I'm enjoying carousing with this little beast and can not wait to see what it will produce once we become more familiar with one another.

 my new Zaful cross earrings. All the magnificent edgy fierceness of Madonna in the eighties, but less hairspray and shoulders and more style. I mean, those pearl details though. And as always such a steal, plus you can also save an extra dollars with code ZAFULXIE10. Get on it lovers.
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She's spent the day dashing from casting to casting. From broadway readings to model auditions, her feet irritated and exasperated from the painful pounding against the pavement. Her mind on the other hand wages an internal war. A swarm of negative thoughts that persuade her that todays auditions have been yet another flop. She attempts to focus instead on her frantic crisscrossing through muddled streets; forcing her way through a faceless crowd enamoured with their phones. An arduous task; as if pushing against gravity itself. The onslaught of an unwelcome gust of wind gathers at her hair, halting her with its force. She watches woefully as it abducts her new black fedora, dancing with glee down Bleeker, skipping past with whimsical effervescence over the tops of heads of unsuspecting humans.

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Encompassing three of my staple sartorial hues and my current infatuation with these Alias Mae patent leather mules. An ensemble that is modern yet seemingly squeals about its current appreciation for the nineties. Those days of power blazers minus the sky-high shoulder pads. What was once typical and a common scene in business districts now once again a street style favourite. Though statement blazers are no longer reserved for office drudgery, but now reimagined for casual indulgences.
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Inspired by a recent post in Farfetch's Style Guide the sneaker trend is nothing new and dare I say revolutionary (say for the introduction of excessive embellishment). But it is a trend here to stay and I for one am overly content with its presence. Aside from the obvious comfort factors their design and essence remain one that is hard to perpetuate. That air of effortless cool, of model-off-duty vibes and nonchalance. A former Paris native perhaps? Debatable? Hell no. Its natural attitude and grace akin to those polished Parisienne's most style mavens aspire to replicate.


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And while I am still rather inclined and drawn towards kicks that resonate as mere objet d'art than traditional sartorial gear (here's looking at you new Gucci's that I constantly snag against furniture), there's something undeniably appealing and alluring about sneakers brave enough to bare it all. That sleek demeanor that is only achieved via minimalism. A rarity for some, a fine art for others, always covetable. Almost always monochromatic or with the addition of a few fine lines and never paired with splotches of contrasting hues. Its homogenous nature marks it as the quintessential style chameleon; wear it with denim or pair it with silks. Use it day or night, globe trotting or racing through fashion week; the sky's the limit.
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[ This has been a collaborative post for Farfetch. Opinions and words expressed have been written by myself and are my own ]

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As I've gotten older I find my enthusiasm and excitement for hosting events something that steadily increases with fervor. Be it in a carefully selected venue or in the comfort of my own home, there is something utterly exhilarating about the entire process and experience.

Of course at times it can be stressful and things have a habit of going awry. For example you forget to purchase the Pecorino (but never the Pinot Grigio), or you overcook the roast and can't find anything to wear. Personally it wouldn't be a proper soiree without such nuances. But such things remain long forgotten after a night of frivolity and socialising with your besties. Those moments of panic and despair tend to dissipate at the end of the night and are replaced by the countless memories made. Best of all there's that deliciously overwhelming sense of accomplishment and triumph.

So how does one host the ultimate dinner party?

Well I generally start with a rule of thumb; treat your guests as you yourself wish to be treated. I find that to be pivotal as well as taking the time to properly organise yourself. Prepare in advance and do your research. The internet has countless sources for inspiration, both in terms of decor and food; my favourite being Pinterest. And while cascading ceiling fauna and entire walls covered in florals is seemingly out of budget there are other aspects to focus on which inevitably garner more important attention.

Invite your guests. Take the time and effort to properly request their attendance. Sending a group text is obviously less time consuming but it also lacks originality and personalisation. In an age were we've lost the art of handwritten letters and notes such things really speak volumes. Get creative and try online services that have pre-made invitations like Paperless Print. With copious design selections and options for either printed versions or online there's no excuse in being apathetic.

Organise your ensemble. Because the last thing one needs to preoccupy themselves with on the night is what to wear.

Plan your theme. Will it be a winter wonderland in tones of grey and white, lavished with baby's breath or something more monochrome and minimal. An eclectic mix of crockery and cushions as seating for a more bohemian feel perhaps? Set the tone with fanciful decor and an Instagrammable table setting. Everyone (yourself included) appreciates the visual appeal of such things.

Arrange the menu accordingly. Think out your menu and take into consideration the dietary requirements and dislikes of those invited. What may feel like an inconvenience will be recognized and greatly appreciated by your guest. As someone who does not eat seafood I can't tell you enough how disheartening it is to arrive to an event and find fairly limited options. Also ensure you have one or two plates for your guests to pick at prior to the actual meal as they mingle about. Same goes for drinks, alcoholic and not providing more than is adequate is never a bad thing.

Make it personal with personalised name cards or a little gift for each guest. Comical photo booth masks work a treat around the table and make for great conversation starters or for breaking up awkward silences.
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