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There is it. It happened. 

Fashion went and poked around your teenage wardrobe and stamped a big fat 'ANCIENT' sign all over it.

No not the 90's, that's been done (I'm not there just yet). I'm talking about the era of the socialites who socialised face to face or via a Nokia 3310 (always.) Us early naughties girls who considered a triple-tiered skirt, spaghetti-strap top and even strappier sandals the go-to of the new millennia. 

Jesus has it been that long?

Of course, fashion will always love a good dose of subcultural nostalgia. But with style in the 00's proving that the 00's should just stay within THE 00's - there's only one thing to do when designers drag them back out again.

(re)Introducing the denim bustier. Hated it back then. Love it now. Too sexy to swing about solo for a girl of 16 and even 26. However, layer it over a simple white tee or a crisp white shirt and team with simple lace-ups and you've brought the Miss Sixty's signature straight into 2015. 

And if you're really feeling nostalgic.

Doutzen Kroes by Ben Weller for Twin Mag SS15

Let's talk about sweats baby.

They say you can't have your cake and eat it, but I'm sure the same rules don't apply when taking a well orchestrated snap.

 However, always bear in mind that waiters, diners and (in this case) the Head Chef will be watching you. 

 Such is well then that said cuisinier lapped up my review just as much as I lapped up his cold soup.

| Silo - Brighton |

Maturus Palatus - noun

The final stage of maturity for one's palate whereby tastes once considered 'disgusting, awful or too adult' are now held in high esteem.

Red wine, flat whites, dark chocolate.

Mast Brothers Chocolate to be precise.

Adulthood. It's so....

Wild.

Weleda Pomegranate Regenerating Hand Cream

There is only so much small talk one can make with an Aesop employee.

Before you know it; you know them, they know you and the sweet aroma of mandarin rind and wild rosemary has become a scent filled with prominent suspicion. 

So I hold my aromatique hand-balmed hands up!? But the phrase 'try before you buy' holds with me for at least a dozen tries before I even consider making a purchase. It's my belief they predicted their own demise when they installed those outdoor dispensors.

Complimentary testing aside, it's true that beauty products don't maintain with such high esteem for me.

I like to credit healthy skin and a somewhat dewy complexion to a 'get out what you put in' regime, with just a few little extras.

Plenty of water, your five (pushing for more) a day and an added cosmetic helping from the otherwise remotely known brand - Weleda.

A Berliner recommendation (danke Von Heyden), Weleda's wunder-cremes have become a staple in my beauty bag since I discovered them in the German capital last autumn. 

The unsung heroes of the 'all-natural, all-ethical' world; their Skin Food does exactly as it would suggest and feeds into my hands, elbows and face with deep penetration for a fully-nourished effect. Although slightly on the thick-ish side, it works intensively on dry, flaky and dull skin - an all too common feature of living in a city such as London.

On the move and away from Aesop, I treat my hands to Weleda's Pomegranate Regenerating Hand Cream. Softening them up in what feels like an instant with a subtle and clean-smelling fragrance, the only downturn I do have is that the cream can take more than enough time to completely permeate.

And sitting on my wish-list, saldy not yet my bathroom shelf, is the Weleda Wild Rose Smoothing Mask.
A sweet pick-me-up and (drum roll please) my first active fight against the evil enemy society calls 'ageing'. Staying on the good side of my 20's is something I - if not most of us?- would like to continue to do, and if I'm going by what I've seen of the women in Berlin.... lather me up!

| Shop Weleda here and here |

 Tallulah Morton by Brydie Mack for Luv Aj x Wolfclub

Woah, woah - just hold on for one second.

The ad clearly says cut-glass cheekbones, eyebrow avidity and an 'up-do' to shame an 'up-don't' and you're selling me this?

| Matt & Nat - Motiv |

'I think I'll take the Berry Sunrise with added Sun Warrior Vegan Protein and a Goodness Bowl to go' 

Said no one.

 Not at least this side of the Atlantic but give or take a year and a half et voilà!

Meat is out. Veg is in.

Safe to say your best friend's now a 'vegan', your mum's a 'vegan', you're a 'vegan' and even that sausage sitting in-between your dad's rolls is made by Quorn.

My dears, welcome to the age of the GOOD LIFE

Never before has the nutritive state of one's social network scored so many dairy-free brownie points!

Eat clean, be seen, repeat.

And yet, whilst that 'accidental' bite of popcorn chicken that no one saw you buy from KFC hits the side of your stomach like sweet nirvana, we can't help but start to wonder.... ' when will this meat-free phase ever end?!'

Veganism. Easy right?

A little insight before making any serious lifestyle changes - don't do whatever a # tells you to.

Do however, feast your eyes onto my post-appropriately placed purse. 

Looks like leather, feels like leather, maybe even smells like leather but boy, it ain't leather!

Made using only (and I stress) 100% vegan and sustainable materials - let's talk recycled plastic bottle tops - the latest addition to my rekindled Matt & Nat love affair allows not only for guilt-free splurging but paves the way for a style of living that's easy enough to swallow. Would ya hashtag that?!

A long overdue comeback from the Canadians straight to the UK. Guys I've missed you.

| Shop Matt & Nat here |

Jonathan Horowitz - 304.8cm paintings

Guess who's back. Back again.

Whoops. My mistake, wrong celeb.

I could make more pertinent lyrical references but I'll leave that to your own creative little minds.

Snap back to reality (there I go again) and this pop-cultured piece belongs to native New Yorker and contemporary media artist Jonathan Horowitz.
Just as Marilyn was to Warhol well over sixty years ago; Beyonce has found herself ascending to a similar height of diptych fame. 

Part of the 304.8cm instillation currently on exhibition at what is fast becoming one of my favourite London haunts - the Sadie Coles HQ gallery; snake your way into the main gallery and you too can bow down to a multitude of Bey's 10ft face.

Then again, nothing beats my first trip to the Sadie HQ. A room filled with animated body parts courtesy of Angus Fairhurst, dating from 1995 - 2001, respectivly.

Little left to the imagination..

| Jonathan Horowitz - 304.8cm Paintings | 26 March - 30 May 2015 |
 
| Sadie Coles HQ | 

Copenhagen Fashion Week via Style.com

When in Denmark...

Eat beige, wear black, be happy.

By definition the happiest nation of Scandi-lously chiselled men and women, who seek nothing more than a Jaegersborggade kaffe and the occasional Acne fix.

It works for them.

Four days of Danish street style protocol, a private viewing at CPHFW and one and half pastries later; I've swapped the heels for something more Stanley, put away my pennies for a shiny new bicycle and turned to Nordic au-natural - raw diet included. 

A Northern girl with a Nordic heart ay Dursk?

 Like I said.

When in Denmark.

| Images c/o Le 21e |

| Personal images here |

Vingil Collection Moroshka

Soon to be migrating in a north-Easterly direction, so whilst those back on British soil slowly but surely begin to shorten hems and remove layers, I can continue to engulf my entire self in pure wool.

Somebody has to like the cold.

 And, my dears, that short straw was picked by me.

 Translate 'Chunky Knit' into near-on perfect Russian and you'll find you're left with Muscovite Xenia Kigaeva and her seemingly high-profile outerwear and accessories label Vingil. 

Sourcing heavy-wollen cardigans, sweaters and cosy accessories; a collection of opulent layering that is custom made and can also come in your favoured hue.

Ship. Me. Over.

 

Then again, I can't help but think... 

The sheep in Russia. They must be bleedin' freezing.

| Shop Vingil |

| Images c/o Vingil |

The 'one-post-per-month-but-it's-completely-unintentional' phase.

The result of either a total apathetic interest in further writing (sorry blogging) or, in my case, a busy schedule filled up with those so-called 'thing's to do'. 

Since when did I become so time constrained?

I must be growing up.

 fuck.

New month's resolution. Yes, you can have those. To put into words what my photographic skills on social media show you. And in more than one, perhaps two, posts.

Starting with that running Insta-commentary I like to call my solo trip to Copenhagen.

Aren't you lot in for a treat.

 

Joan Didion by Juergen Teller for Céline SS15

Céline, Céline, Céline.

Forever one sneaker lead step ahead of the rest.

Although, something tells me not even the devoutest of Philo-Fanatic saw Didion coming.

'Breaking the internet' after, oh let's see - six days into the New Year; Phoebe has once again proven that the prêt-à-porter design house are still as enviously simplicit and in-vogue as ever.

 An ad campaign that confirms intelligence will always remain at the height of fashion?

Ladies, we'll take it.