Both my look and my life have taken a step away from done-up and complicated this year. Somewhere between changing careers, finding new a place to call home and closing the door on the past, I suddenly grew up. One morning I woke up and I just knew I was a different person. I was a twenty-something year-old blogger, photographer and designer with an opinion. Not a scared 21 year-old, whose shoes I’ve been filling for the last few years. I know who I am and my look knows it too.
Cue a wardrobe full of clean lines, silk blouses and all-round uncompicated staple pieces that take me from the day at the office to an evening at London’s Regent’s Park (above), followed by dinner and drinks. Being adaptable is the name of the game, and a look that works well not only at home, but can take you on a whirlwind weekend at a drop of a hat is worth it’s weight in gold. Or white roses. Depending on which makes you happier.