Monday, 5 November 2012


As a born'n'bred South West LDNer I'd like to say that I make the most of the awesome attractions smack-bang on my doorstep but I don't. Instead I tend to venture to dutty Dalston, unkempt Camden and sleazy Soho for my expeditions of the social variety. No surprise then that on Lereese and I's recent visit to the Saatchi Gallery I fell in love with the super-clean mean streets of Saff Weezy all over again and couldn't resist them as the setting for some outfit post pics.

Autumn is my most favouritist fashion season because it always leads to the rediscovery of many oldie-but-goodie garms buried in the bosom of my overflowing wardrobe. Handy now that I am investing all my dollar on building my empire rather than a 'look' for upcoming festivities. My grey Topshop jumper dress is a perfect example of this. FOUR YEARS ago during my heady days as a Toppers Sunday supervisor I nabbed it on uniform for a fabulous 15 quid and whenever the cold moves in this bad boy comes out. Same goes for my military jacket which was another dream discount purchase from my time at Topshop and a staple for any savvy stylista. I accessorised with ankle socks, leather Chelsea booties, a piece of Primark bargain neck-bling and a slick of red lippe (MAC Lady Danger) for an ensemble that is so very smart-cas it hurts. Ouch.

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