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: Dress by Matthew Williamson, Valorie Glitter Clutch by Anya Hindmarch (available here), Ring by Swarovski (c/o), Shoes by Isabel Marant & Navy nail polish by Nails Inc.
Where: British Fashion Awards 2013
As anyone who ventured near twitter, Facebook, Instagram, the internet in general or various daily papers last week will know, Monday played host to a rather special event… The 25th annual British Fashion Awards! I love an awards ceremony and with Kate Moss, Harry Styles and Miuccia Prada on the eclectic nominee list, these were set to be the big cheese. Such a fabulous event requires a fabulous dress and obviously I was determined to wear British. Thanks to the fact that everything seems to be moving in warp speed at the moment (seriously, wasn’t it September just yesterday!?) I left my outfit selection a little late. Queue extreme panic and very nearly emptying my bank balance on one of Net-a-Porter’s frocks. Luckily the wonderful Matthew Williamson came to my rescue and not only did I stave off bankruptcy for a while (or at least, until the Manolo Blahnik sample sale) I got to wear one of the most gorgeous gowns I’ve ever laid eyes on. Between the rich, cobalt blue lace, dazzling embellishment and full skater skirt I did’t think I could have been more enamoured with this ensemble. Then I added a glittery Anya Hindmarch clutch and very nearly passed out from sheer, sartorial excitement.
All the goss from the awards themselves coming soon! For now, what do you think of my look?
Love Ella. X
Images by Lea Salomone
What: Dress & Clutch by Holly Fulton (AW13 samples), Shoes by Isabel Marant, Rings by Swarovski (c/o), Nails by Essie & Lipstick by Laura Mercier
Where: Scottish Fashion Awards, Mayfair.
For those of you who don’t follow me on Instagram and no doubt lead an infinitely less irritating existence than those who do (so many pictures of clothes and cocktails so much of the time, I’m sorry!) the reason I decided to name particular ensemble “Highland Fling” is because I wore it to the Scottish Fashion Awards! And of course, thanks to the fact it’s the brainchild of Holly Fulton, one of my absolute favourite designers who just so happens to hail from Haggis country. Holly’s joyful, colourful, riotously print clashing never fail to raise a smile to my lips and a burning desire to spend every penny in my bank account so being able to wear this stunner for an evening was beyond wonderful. It even had a matching clutch… Swoon!
Love Ella. X
Images by Lea Salomone
When I first started blogging, way back in 2010, one of the first posts I wrote was about my favourite London shopping spots and included a Westbourne Grove boutique called Aimé.
Launched in 1999 by insanely chic French-Cambodian sisters, Val and Vanda Heng Vong for the simple reason they couldn’t get the Parisian labels they loved in London, Aimé quickly garnered a reputation for being the place to go for hotter-than-hot Isabel Marant imports. By the time I visited, the Heng Vong’s start up was an established shopping destination for those in the know, stocking a carefully curated and oh-so-covetable array of French labels including A.P.C and Forte Forte. Since then I’ve been back more times than I can count, bought various items I couldn’t afford in an attempt to look like a Parisienne and even did one ill-fated trial day as a shop assistant.
Given my long running amour for the store (sorry, couldn’t resist) I was thrilled when news reached my ears of a second Aimé opening up in East London, next door to A.P.C, naturellement. I popped along to the opening brunch for a snoop around the shop and can assure any Hoxton based readers that this branch is every bit as divine as the original. I’d definitely recommend visiting asap, but be warned, your bank balance may take some time to recover.
Aimé’s East London outpost can be found at 17 Redchurch Street, London, E2 7DJ.
Love Ella. X
Images by Lea Salomon
What: Playsuit: Warehouse (c/o), Blazer: Whistles, Shoes: Isabel Marant, Ring & Clutch: Swarovski (c/o), Lipstick: Laura Mercier.
Where: Warehouse Summer Party, Hoxton.
Apologies for the truly rubbish post title. I spent the best part of forty five minutes racking my brains for ideas as to what to call this look and having vetoed “twinkle twinkle” and “summer sparkle” for being lame beyond belief, poaching a lyric from Rihanna seemed like my best bet. Plus, while I wasn’t actually diamond clad, you can’t deny my ensemble involved a fair bit of bling. On Wednesday, high street fashion giant Warehouse decided to toast the arrival of Summer (my fellow Londoners will no doubt be scoffing into their English Breakfast tea right now… it’s been freezing) with an extravagant bash in Hoxton. They kindly invited me to pick out an outfit for the occasion and naturally I opted for the sparkliest little number they had. Paired with an equally shimmery Swarovski clutch and cocktail ring, a black Whistles blazer and my trusty Isabel Marants it was perhaps not the most East London appropriate outfit ever. But I did feel pretty glam.
Love Ella. X