What: Claudie Pierlot white dress, J.Crew jacket, Rebecca Minkoff bag, Pretty Loafers shoes (all c/o), Kate Spade NY iPhone case & Accessorize handbag (ancient and usually reserved for the gym by so shiny I couldn’t resist!)
Where: Meetings in London.
I know what you’re thinking… is the girl INSANE!? Wearing a dress so skimpy and breezy and icy white in London in April! Madness! I’m going to level with you, I was a bit nippy. But when one of my favourite Parisian exports, Claudie Pierlot, asked if I fancied getting my style on with a piece from their all white Flirt collection I wasn’t exactly going to say no. And having styled up said frock I wasn’t exactly going to get changed into something more weather appropriate before going on my merry way, goose pimples and risk of flu be damned. There’s something so deliciously palette cleansing about a lightweight white summer dress. After months and months and yet more months of coats, hats, rich hues and knits that were once oh so snuggly but now just feel plain oppressive, it’s a relief. However, donning that first white dress of the season is not without potential pitfalls especially if your arms, legs and face are quite as luminously, glow in the dark pasty as mine. Having tried to disguise the fact I have the kind of skin that could suffer moonburn by pairing the dress with long sleeved striped tees (I looked like a cartoon character) and even layering over jeans (I’m not nearly cool or layering savvy enough to pull that off) I landed upon this J.Crew boucle jacket. “Huzzah!” I thought. What better way to display this little number in all its glory without resembling a giant, white blob than by teaming it with seriously bright shades of pink and clashing houndstooth patterns?! I was pretty pleased with the results and the only fly in my ointment was the huge gust of wind that resulted in my unintentionally flashing my pants to half of High Street Kensington.
Love Ella. X
Images by Holly McGlynn
What: Markus Lupfer shoes (c/o), H&M skirt & socks, Whistles top & Angel Jackson bag (c/o)
Where: the library followed by dinner at Dean Street Townhouse
These beautiful, twinkle tastic shoes from Markus Lupfer have been languishing rather fabulously in my wardrobe for some time now. You know when you have something really, really great in your sartorial arsenal and you’re torn between wearing them ALL THE FREAKING TIME or saving them for a special occasion? I slightly had that with these shoes. I waited, and waited, for that perfect moment but then as soon as the weather was no longer torrentially hideous I decided it was time for them to see the world. Or rather, for the world to see them. After all, nothing screams “look at me” like a pair of sparkly shoes. Then I added a borderline indecent gold jacquard mini and colour popping, patchwork leather hexagon bag. Once the maximalist ball starts rolling, it’s pretty difficult not to end up looking like you’ve been assaulted by a giant tube of glitter glue. I think I managed to just about sidestep insane and end up somewhere south of eccentric with the addition of a simple, leather collar detail tee. Admittedly, the socks did cause a few lols on the tube.
Love Ella. X
Images by Holly McGlynn
What: Spring red Carven skirt suit (sample), Isabel Marant pumps, Club Monaco top (c/o), Ostwalk Helgason for ALDO Rise bag (c/o), Anne Bowes Jewellery necklace & Accessorize ring
Where: Carven x NO NAME launch party (and many more, see here)
Oh, Carven. I could not even begin to count the ways I love you. Any brand that advocates non-stop collar wearing and has an entire wall of detachable ones in their store was obviously going to be my cup of tea but even this shared affinity couldn’t do justice to my hands down fashion obsession with the brand. Most of the pieces appear entirely at odds with the studied slouch and perennial nonchalance rocked by most women in the French fashion capital yet Carven still manages to feel like the quintessential Parisian label. To be honest, I suspect that even the most committed Marant clad left bank ladies can’t resist its ingenue charms and secretly have a stash of flirty A line minis and lace insert cardigans that they would secretly rather be wearing than Stan Smith’s and leather pants. I was lucky enough to be lent this exquisite resort 2014 skirt suit for the Carven x NO NAME launch party a couple of weeks ago and it took every ounce of willpower I possess to give it back. In retrospect, I wish I’d purchased it back in January as I reckon it could be seriously versatile. For an evening ‘do I paired it with my favourite lace top from Club Monaco (you’ve seen it on here a lot, no?), even trustier Isabel Marant pumps (ditto), a bag from Ostwald Helgason’s amazing collection for ALDO Rise and a necklace my mum, jewellery designer Anne Bowes, gave me for Christmas. Had I been trotting it out before dark I’d probably have gone for a simple sweater and ballet flats… Or maybe even the aforementioned Stan Smith’s. Believe it or not I own a pair and they’re possibly the most comfortable thing ever. You could also totally split the pieces, that jacket would be just the thing to perk up a pair of skinny jeans and a plain white tee. Dammit, why did I not buy this suit!?
Love Ella. X
Images by Holly McGlynn
What: Club Monaco jacket (c/o), J Brand trousers (c/o), Marc by Marc Jacobs sweater, Damien Hirst for Alexander McQueen scarf (c/o), Anne Bowes Jewellery Necklace, Kurt Geiger tote (c/o) & pumps from a random Paris boutique I’ve forgotten the name of (sorry)
Where: Out and about in Notting Hill
At this point in my life I just about think it’s safe to say I’ll never be an East London girl. Don’t get me wrong, the odd trip over there is fun and I’ve spent many a happy afternoon browsing the Rivington Street boutiques and enjoyed many a wild night out at its endless array of rooftop party spots. In the past I’ve toyed with the idea of adding a bit of East inspired edge to my wardrobe and even entertained the thought of moving over that way. As I probably don’t need to tell you, neither of these things have come to fruition. I just love polished preppiness and living within walking distance of High Street Kensington way too much. Who knows, maybe in a year or so you’ll find me shacked up with a bearded hipster somewhere near Dalston, riding my fixie bike to the flower market and shunning Starbucks in favour of artisan espressos served in rustic independent coffee shops. But for now at least, I’m all about the West side of town and my absolute favourite enclave has to be Notting Hill. Shopping on Westbourne Grove, brunching at Daylesford Organic, drinking Mai Tai’s at Mau Mau, catching a film at The Electric, braving the Portobello Market crowds, wining and dining at Beach Blanket Babylon… there’s no end to the self indulgent enjoyment one can have around those parts. When the sun came out a couple of weekends ago I decided to step away from my laptop and treat myself to a few of these pleasant pastimes. It’s so easy to fixate on being productive all the time but if all that hard work doesn’t allow you to do a few of your favourite things with your favourite people then it’s all rather pointless ultimately.
What are your favourite day off indulgences?
Love Ella. X
Images by Lea Salomone
What: H&M Skirt & Bandeau Top, Ostwald Helgason for ALDO Rise clutch (c/o), Whistles blazer, Chloe bracelet, J.Crew necklace (both c/o) & Pollini shoes (c/o)
Where: H&M Studio AW14 show in Paris
Ok, so I admit there’s something undeniably cheesy about calling this Look Du Jour “joie de vivire” but really, what else would be appropriate? I was in Paris, wearing an outfit I was hopefully in love with, and enjoying the first fabulous hours of the fabulous H&M Studio trip. I felt like Carrie freaking Bradshaw. Y’know, minus the broken necklace, bizarre lack of mates and turns-out-to-be-a-bastard Russian artist boyfriend. I have also officially decided that this is going to be the summer I ROCK the bandeau top. Until now, I’ve resisted. This is largely because I wore a lot of lycra bandeau tops during my teenage years, paired with very tiny hot pants, vast amounts of fake tan and not a whole lot else. Regaling tales of the sheer unstylish, nay, offensiveness of my teenage tastes always shocks people who didn’t know me back then. This amuses me briefly until I feel so ashamed of my WAG-tastic past I want to go and hide in the nearest toilet. And before you ask, there will be no pictures of those dark, dark days published on here. Anyway, midriffs have been E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E for several seasons now (including Autumn/Winter, but that’s fashion for you dahling) and having forced myself to give one a whirl, I’ve decided they’re not actually so scary. Provided, of course, you don’t let it all hang out like you’re about to star in a rap video à la moi circa 2008. This is where the high waisted midi skirt comes in. The length keeps things demure and the above the navel waistline hides any bloating while its general ladylike elegance disguises the fact you’re actually wearing a piece of semi nipple covering elastic masquerading as a top. Genius. I maxed up the monochrome factor with my trusty Whistles blazer (plus, it was February and definitely not belly/toe/leg/anything exposing weather) and a clutch from the insanely great capsule collection by Ostwald Helgason for ALDO Rise. As for the Pollini sandals… Can you say “dreamy”? Rest assured, you will be seeing this outfit again. And more crop tops, lots of ‘em.
Will YOU brave the bandeau? And do you have any teenage sartorial horror stories to share? I’d love to hear them…
Love Ella. X
Images by Lord Ashbury