Showing posts with label peaches geldoff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peaches geldoff. Show all posts

Sunday, May 9, 2010

got quirk?





























Just as an FYI, I am not a fan of the Lady Gaga's of this world. Whilst I find her style all very creative and theatrical, I don't believe for one moment that she rolls out of bed and throws on these outfits as part of her everyday garb. The whole "it's just who I am" thing is wearing thin...fast. Who really wants to lounge around on a Sunday in a lace body suit, complete with camel toe. How on earth is one supposed to read the Sunday paper with a net eye cover?

Give me quirky yes, but give me quirky with a touch of class, a dash of reality and a whole lot of wear-ability.


Step aside Lady Gaga and enter; Chloe Sevigny, Alexa Chung, Lou Dillon, Cory Kennedy, Atlanta De Cadenet Taylor, Diane Kruger, Peaches & Pixie Geldoff, Whitney Port, Shannyn Sossaman, Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen and Harley Viera Newton.


For these are the girls who's colours clash, who's patterns collide, who's sweater pants are paired with heels and fur coats...these are the girls with original style, unique unto their own without being blatantly obvious.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

a step off the runway



















I have always been a big advocator of what goes on behind the scenes, on the streets, and off the runway. It's not that I don't appreciate the goings on, on the catwalk, because I do, I really do. But there is just some magic about the street side aspects of fashion week, isn't that where it all really comes to life? London has not failed to disappoint so far and so I sit and observe in awe, the floods of images that flash up on my screen daily.


We have our street chic Alexa Chung in what looks to be a Burberry trench and LBD, we have the ubiquitous Agnes Deyne in a monochrome vest dress, we have platforms a plenty (mostly of the Acne kind), we have the Model, street side with a menthol in one hand and a lookbook in the other, we have the fashionistas with no name clutching the one designer piece they own and are hoping will be their ticket into the after parties, we have the pretentious posers who we outwardly hate but secretly love and lastly we have ourselves a little Peaches Geldoff because what would be London Fashion Week if she or her lesser known sibling, weren't at the forefront of our minds?