Unless you are the most doggedly oblivious, reclusive, deaf-blind hermit in all of Cambridge, you’ll be aware that there was a wedding on Friday. Indeed, it was the ‘wedding of the century’, according to Vogue. On such a joyous occasion, the cynicism, the hysteria, the fevered tabloid speculation, the Daily Mail-esque snobbery over the Middletons’ ‘suitability’, the politicisation, the unconvincing claims o... Continue Reading

This one’s a season straddler. January constitutes the dog days of fashion. All the magazines eagerly thrust ‘What’s new for S/S!’ under your nose, and (if the advertisers have their way) also into your wardrobes, without heed to the fact that it’s still only 2º outside. Temperature be damned; the glossies will blithely bandy around their stock Summer words like ‘fresh’, ‘bold’ and ‘vibrant’ regardless. (These are are ... Continue Reading

Fur, and its close cousin shearling, were all over the A/W 10/11 catwalks. Don’t pretend you hadn’t noticed. Since the fashion world seems to spin on it’s axis a great deal faster than the rest of the planet, those very catwalk shows occurred almost a year ago now, giving plenty of time for this particular trend to filter all the way down from the über-chic but, one imagines, slightly sinister HQ of Chanel’s Karl Lagerfeld to every high ... Continue Reading