Hand Picked, The Black Block Heels Worth Shopping
I spent about four years insisting that black block heels were the boring choice, the shoe you bought when you’d given up. I owned two pairs of stilettos that lived…
I spent about four years insisting that black block heels were the boring choice, the shoe you bought when you’d given up. I owned two pairs of stilettos that lived…
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…
I own eleven pairs of black heels and I would confidently wear about four of them. That’s not a humble brag, that’s a genuine indictment of my own decision making…
I said for years that black joggers were a cop out. The sort of thing you reach for when you’ve given up, not styled up. I was wrong, and it…
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…
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…
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 about four years insisting black was the only sensible boot colour, on the grounds that it goes with everything, which is true, and also boring, which I refused…
I spent a solid decade thinking berets were something you wore if you were doing a mime routine or auditioning for a role in a French period drama, and I…
I spent three winters convinced belted coats were a scam, just a normal coat with an extra bit of fabric to lose in a taxi. Then I actually tied one…