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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 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…
The brogue has spent most of its life being told what it’s for, which is desks and dad and being sensible, and that’s exactly why it’s so good the second…
I have a complicated relationship with blue trench coats that I’ve mostly resolved now, but it took a few wrong turns to get there. The first one I bought was…
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…
A good black trainer for date night has to do a slightly contradictory job. It needs to look like you tried, without looking like you tried too hard, and it…
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 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…
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 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 thinking beige was what you wore when you’d given up. My mum’s word for it was “fawn,” which tells you everything, and I avoided it…