Hand Picked, The Burgundy Crossbody Bags Worth Shopping
Burgundy sits in a strange, useful place between black and brown, which is exactly why the crossbody bag deserves more attention than it gets. It has the discretion of a…
Claire’s Pick of the Best Bucket Bags
A good bucket bag earns its place through structure, not just shape. The drawstring closure that defines the category only works if the base is stiff enough to let the…
Hand Picked, The Black Tailored Trousers Worth Shopping
I have strong feelings about black tailored trousers, mostly because I own six pairs and only two of them earn their keep. The good ones have proper weight to the…
The Black Mini Bags We Keep Coming Back To
I used to think a mini bag was a scam. A little black pouch that fits a phone, a card and absolutely nothing else, sold to women who apparently don’t…
The Black Shoulder Bags We Keep Coming Back To
I bought a black shoulder bag from a market stall in 2014 for eleven quid, the strap snapped on the Northern Line within a fortnight, and I still, somehow, held…
Shop the Blue Bardot Tops We’d Actually Wear
I avoided bardot tops for years because the first one I owned, bought for a hen do in 2016, spent the entire night sliding down to my elbows while I…
The Perfect Brown Weekend Trainer
Brown solves a problem white trainers never quite manage, which is looking deliberate rather than laundered. A good brown trainer reads as leather goods first and sportswear second, closer in…
The Best Black Belt Bags For The Office
I spent about two years treating the belt bag as a gym thing, a festival thing, anything but an office thing, until I watched a colleague unclip hers at her…
The Perfect Black Tote Bag For Everyday Wear
I bought a black tote from a market stall in 2019 for eleven pounds and it lasted precisely one rainy Tuesday before the bottom went soft and my emergency umbrella…
The Best Boucle Cardigans
I spent years thinking boucle was a texture for other people. Women who owned proper coffee tables and didn’t have toddlers wiping yoghurt on their sleeves. Then I borrowed one…