The Black Mini Dresses Worth Your Money
I owned four black mini dresses by the time I was twenty six and hated all of them, which tells you the problem was never the concept. It’s a category…
I owned four black mini dresses by the time I was twenty six and hated all of them, which tells you the problem was never the concept. It’s a category…
I used to think a black maxi dress was the safe choice, the one you reached for when you couldn’t be bothered to think, and honestly for years I bought…
I said for years that black linen dresses were a summer holiday cliche, the sort of thing you buy in a beach shop in Greece for twenty euros and wear…
I used to think black lace was a nighttime thing only, something you wheeled out for a leaving do and immediately regretted under strip lighting at 11pm. Wrong opinion, held…
I spent about three summers thinking a black printed dress was a cop out for garden parties. Too safe, I thought, like turning up to a christening in your work…
I spent an entire summer avoiding balloon sleeves because of one wedding in 2019 where I looked like I was about to present the weather. The proportions were wrong, the…
I spent about four years thinking beige was the colour equivalent of a shrug. A non decision. The thing you wore when you couldn’t be bothered to have an opinion…
I spent about three years thinking beige was what happened to a colour that gave up. Magnolia walls, hospital corridors, that one raincoat my mother had in 1998. Then I…
I said for years that skater dresses were a hen do uniform and nothing else, the kind of thing you wear once to a bottomless brunch and then quietly retire.…
I spent about three years convinced beige was the colour of admitting defeat. A sort of “I’ve given up trying” shade that made me think of hospital waiting rooms rather…