The Best Black Court Shoes For Weekend Wear
I spent years thinking a black court shoe belonged strictly to interviews and funerals, filed away next to the tights you only wear once a year. Then my colleague Priya…
I spent years thinking a black court shoe belonged strictly to interviews and funerals, filed away next to the tights you only wear once a year. Then my colleague Priya…
I owned four black cami tops before I admitted they were all doing the exact same job, badly. Thin straps that dug in, a hem that rode up if I…
I’ve owned a black trench that I regretted within a fortnight, cheap poplin that went stiff as cardboard after one rainy commute and never softened up again, so I know…
I spent about four years convinced black denim was a trap. Too gothy, too “I’m still figuring out my personality at 34”, too close to something you’d wear to see…
I spent about four years buying black jackets that were almost right. Slightly too shiny, slightly too cropped, one with a zip that caught my jumper every single time I…
I bought a black satin cami from a fast fashion shop in 2019 that went bobbly after one wash and I wore it anyway, for a full year, under a…
I spent years thinking beige was a colour for people who’d given up. My mother wore a lot of it in the nineties and I decided, somewhere around age eleven,…
I used to think beige lace tops were a cop out. The safe choice for people who wanted to look like they’d made an effort without actually deciding on anything.…
I spent about four years thinking beige was the colour equivalent of a Tuesday. Fine, forgettable, the thing you wear when you can’t be bothered to have an opinion. I…
I spent years thinking beige was the colour equivalent of saying nothing at all. A sort of shrug in fabric form. My friend Priya used to call it “the colour…