The Perfect Black Sequin Dress For A Night Out
I spent about four years believing sequins were a New Year’s Eve only proposition, wheeled out once, photographed badly under fairy lights, then bagged up and forgotten until the next…
I spent about four years believing sequins were a New Year’s Eve only proposition, wheeled out once, photographed badly under fairy lights, then bagged up and forgotten until the next…
I spent years thinking beige was the colour equivalent of saying “no worries” when something was, in fact, a big worry. Fine. Inoffensive. A bit nothing. I owed beige an…
I said for years that pleats were a fussy person’s dress. Something for someone who irons. I held that opinion right up until I wore one to a wedding in…
I spent about four years thinking a black cami dress was cheating. Like it was the outfit equivalent of turning up to a dinner party with a bottle of wine…
I spent about six years thinking a black tie dress just meant “the black dress from the back of the wardrobe, ironed if I remembered.” Wore the same one to…
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 spent about three years thinking a black long sleeve dress was a cop out. The safe choice. The thing you wear when you can’t be bothered to have an…
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 bought a black midi dress in 2019 that I can only describe as “office Halloween witch,” all severe angles and a hemline that moved like it had its own…