The Perfect Black Blouse For Everyday Wear
There is a particular kind of black blouse that earns its keep within a fortnight and one that sits at the back of the rail looking faintly apologetic, and the…
There is a particular kind of black blouse that earns its keep within a fortnight and one that sits at the back of the rail looking faintly apologetic, and the…
I spent about three years thinking blue blouses were a bit of a cop out. Safe, sensible, the sort of thing you buy for a job interview and then never…
I used to think a black wrap top was just a black top with extra steps. Then I actually lived in one for a week, three different bras, two different…
I spent years thinking boat necks were a French film cliche, all stripes and effortlessness I definitely hadn’t earned, and avoided them out of some misplaced fear of looking like…
There is a particular shade of beige that does absolutely nothing for anyone, a flat, slightly grey tone that reads as unfinished rather than pared back, and it has put…
I spent about four years thinking beige trench coats were what your mum wore to the school gates. Sorry, beige. Genuinely sorry. It took a truly disastrous cream mac, bought…
A black polo top earns its place by doing something most black tops don’t bother with, which is proving useful. It’s got the polish of a proper piece of tailoring…
I spent about four years convinced brown knee high boots were the boring cousin of black ones. The safe choice. The one your mum would pick. Then I wore a…
Gold knitwear earns its place through the yarn, not the shade alone. A metallic thread that runs through a fine gauge knit catches light without looking costumed, while a heavier…
Grey sits in a strange, useful place between the severity of a white shirt and the flatness of navy or black. A good grey shirt top reads as considered rather…