Twice a year I meticulously plan my outfits only to wake up on the days, change my mind and hyperventilate in panic. I take two paracetamol, tape my third and fourth toes together (there’s a science behind it), bandage my feet in blister plasters and try my very best to strut sassily through the pulsating pain in the balls of my feet. I very reluctantly press “request” on my uber app even though there’s a surge (at least 1.3, the bastards) because there’s no way I’m walking voluntarily anywhere. This, my friends, is London Fashion Week.
OOTD for London Fashion Week
There was only one firm decision I’d made outfit-wise: my new I am Jennifer Le denim razors. They’re even more glorious in person than they are in pictures and I’m beyond obsessed with them. Also later on I realised a block heel was a wise choice swanning around London so that helped too. Btw this post is really only about one of the three outfits I wore during LFW as, I won’t lie to you, either the lighting was crap or the odds were against me (day 3 I wore sweats with a snatched pony and it created a rather odd silhouette if I’m to be honest with myself).
Skater skirts used to be my thing – maybe because when you have an ass that doesn’t quit (like mine) body con can be a bit much for a daylight situation. Recently I’ve been very much into keeping my legs covered due to their general pasty-ness and my disappointment in them but hey, it’s fashion week. I love a good body situation to get a smooth silhouette hence I happily endured a rather intense wedgie all day to the point where there was no saving it (tmi, whatever).
So there was my LFW outfit in all its harnessed, glittering glory – thoughts?