Those of you who follow me on instagram may have seen the picture my friend took of me yesterday while running to Xiao Li’s London Fashion Week debut, ticket in hand, coat swinging from my frame in my effort to make it to my seat in time. I’m oblivious to the well-known faces milling around in the congregated fashion crowd – my whole being is centred on sitting down and exhaling a HUGE sigh of relief.
I was running late. I’m often running late. This abhorrent trait is in my list of things I’d like to correct this year but finding time to do it when timekeeping is a problem… well, let’s just say it has has thus far eluded me.
The thing about perpetually running ten minutes late is that frenzy and haste become an MO. Take this OOTD and, in fact, the process of taking the picture: both done at a terrific speed. The outfit was flung together with the hope of looking polished (I find a big, shiny, statement bag always helps this effort), and the photographs taken by a friend so quickly that we didn’t even spot the bin bag loitering unappealingly in the shot…
Scarf / Weston
Coat / MiH Jeans
Shirf / Free People
Trousers / Citizens of Humanity
Handbag / Givenchy Antigona
Boots / Dune
Make-Up / Done on the tube using mostly Suqqu.