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 used to think ruching was a cheat code for hiding a bad day of eating, and honestly, it still is, but that’s not actually why it works. A good…
There is a specific kind of confidence that comes from a backless dress, and it has nothing to do with how much skin is on show. It is about the…
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 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 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 spent about two years thinking bishop sleeves were a costume choice. Something for a wedding where you didn’t quite trust yourself to look interesting otherwise, so you let the…
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 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 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…