Accessories

I spent about four years thinking beige was what you wore when you’d given up. My mum’s word for it was “fawn,” which tells you everything, and I avoided it…

I spent about four years buying black sandals in the wrong order. Bought the delicate, strappy one first because it photographed well on a hanger, wore it twice, both times…

A good Chelsea boot earns its place through restraint. The silhouette does not change much from season to season, which is precisely the point, but the quality of that silhouette…

A good black trainer for date night has to do a slightly contradictory job. It needs to look like you tried, without looking like you tried too hard, and it…

I spent about four years convinced wide leg jeans belonged on someone taller, someone with a different life admin situation, someone who wasn’t going to catch the hem under a…

I spent years assuming brown heels were the sensible choice you made when you’d given up on being interesting, the shoe equivalent of a sensible haircut. I was wrong, and…