Isn’t it funny how as women we’re programmed to dress for ourselves, but in a way that’s ~supposed~ to look flattering? To accentuate our best features and disguise our least favourite. As someone with short legs, a small waist and pretty wide hips it always feels as if I should perhaps steer clear of cropped trousers with large prints or swap out a heel instead of a badass brogue to elongate things a little? Or you know what, perhaps I just shouldn’t care. Because really, why does it matter? Who cares if a smock covers up my frame, and a certain outfit makes me look like my actual height. Really, who does? Over the last few months I’ve come to feel more comfortable with my personal style, even if it does warrant a funny look now and again (I suppose you can blame a beret for that), and playing around with shapes and styles is all part of the fun- Leandra Medine I am not, but my god I’m trying.
This look was inspired by a mix of Katherine Hepburn, Diane Keaton circa Annie Hall and admittedly Ryan Gosling in La La Land (I’m blaming these incredible brogues). I’m really into wearing the trousers at the moment (no pun intended) and I guess you could say this was a slight nod to my wonderful friend Rosalind’s post on some incredible women all rocking the suit– an ode to power dressing and a fist pump to androgyny. There’s something incredibly timeless, yet modern, when it comes to tailoring and the power of some beautifully created basics really can work wonders- both mentally and aesthetically. So today I’m putting on my fanciest pants, donning a roll neck and channelling my inner Héloïse Letissier and swinging around some lamp posts and taking over the world one step at a time. Because let’s face it, right now this gal needs to do everything she can…
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