The month of May is soon ending and be it so that June is less than an a week away, and with that - so is my 19th birthday - a year gone already in official adulthood? It cannot be but, somehow it is. There are currently too many things that I cannot fathom to be truth and while I feel that I may possibly utter this comment every single year before September comes around, I truly do mean it in full, horrifying effect this time: this year has gone SO quickly. It was only today in fact that I picked up a copy of The Sunday Times Style magazine off of my bedroom floor, a particular copy that I had only sworn I had placed just two if not several weeks previous on the same spot with due intent to read yet, to my horror while examining the Donatella-clad cover did I discover the date: 21st February 2016. 3 MONTHS AGO. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? Weekly magazines, I've found, have of sudden become a constant, jolting reminder of the fleeting speed that a 7 day week does pass by and, especially so when only to be broken up by retail shifts and weekend drinks. September will soon, indeed be here and so will my move to London paired with the start of university, both of which are equally scary thoughts - a new development I may add, it is strange contradiction to be had that although in overview, I feel that time has slipped by without much notice, I have had copious time to stop and think and therefore worry and worry some more about the now not so distant future and the uncertainty it entails. But it will be fun right? Time will only tell, ha.
It goes without saying that with all of this talk about the fast-moving months of recent, inspiration has never been short at hand but certainly, it has been in bursts and often varied in dose. I constantly find myself in a perpetual interchange between an optimistic and pessimistic outlook an life - I am after all a Gemini and, whether you think that star signs are complete and utter rubbish or you are a believer (I myself tend to take the optimistic view on the old horoscope, ha) I definitely feel that the trait of the two fits my personality, mind and thoughts perfectly. I am a mess basically, but I also find that being a bit all over the place allows me to find inspiration in a multitude of things yet still, I have to completely FEEL something to want to emulate it (or even pin it on a Pinterest board, perhaps particular is the word I am looking for) so I guess, in a way, my approach may feel scattered and flippant, but I still am sure what drives me - just maybe in an indecisive way, ever evolving. As pretentious as that all may sound, it is through imagery and visuals - even words that I find the inspiration for the clothes and items that I desire, and what I base my wishlist posts upon. Such practice may seemingly be the reason I sometimes find it so hard to actually find the items I want - I already have a perfect but albeit imaginary image of the garment in my mind - a predicament not unlike the thoughts penned by Pandora Sykes for Man Repeller. Yet still, until the day I can dress entirely in clothing from my 'F A S H I O N' Pinterest board - diverse of era - the high-street renders a close match in many forms, as does the authentic wonder that is vintage, if you have the search in you.
I could honestly fill this entire wishlist with solely Reformation clothing. Not only because of their ethical and sustainable take to their non fast-fashion business but, their clothes in all of their silk/satin glory are honestly the closest match I have found that quenches the thirst for the array of perfect garments that I have so adoringly envisioned in my mind. One day, US based Reformation will unveil a physical store in the UK and it WILL be in London (and such will, for once, be okay, come September at least when the capital will become my home, gulp) I am counting on that fact otherwise, I may never lay hands on a Reformation garment - free worldwide shipping they may offer yes, but the ever looming threat of customs charges and costly return shipping to the US have all but stopped me from making that fateful order - not that such stops me from longingly browsing their new-in every week, sigh.
Unsurprisingly, the Sixtes have been the defining era of inspiration for my sartorial desires recently. My dreams are made of Marni cuts and the pursuit of that perfect, white vintage jacket - all but yet to be found. The eagerly revived Seventies have too, stayed on my radar since last summer - my crop flare love affair is still reining strong and so is the Jane Birkin dream - straw bags are my new favourite form and Reformation of course, has a suitably sustainable offering. Poplin stripes, silk satin and crochet are the fabrics coveted currently - with a little neck scarf added for garment garnish and, with Zara doing all three, there is no surprise that it has readily become my favourite store, always delivering and always fresh - maybe in slight fast-fashion form but through buying less and loving more - self-sustainability is the key.
Pairing with my adoration for the sartorial strengths of the Sixties and Seventies, patterns and bold colour have become of particular interest to me lately too, especially those of primary coloured, Mondrian persuasion and citrus tones of orange and yellow - my blog colour scheme for example. Perfect inspiration, then, to be led to a certain fruit inspired array of Ganni tops, not at all unaffordable - my favourite is the yellow or of course, the orange which has sadly already sold out, yet again. Simple but perfectly effective and either would look effortless with a pair of frayed, vintage Levi 501s and black, Gucci loafers (if only). Akin to the Ganni Murphy T-shirt is the apt, fruit inspired jewellery at hand in Mango (ironically) yet it is of the gold detailed lemon kind and gloriously so, especially when priced at less than £10 - summer freshness at its finest. Speaking of Mango, it was once a store that never appealed to me, forgotten next to its more outlandish, or should I say more braggart, fellow high street stores. There are no doubt many similarities between Mango and Zara - both being of Spanish origin, their garments are suitably alike and maybe such is why the fruitful store is now appeals to me so. If anything, Mango is a stripped back version of Zara - less of the fuss and more of the laid-back cool.
(All pictures taken from Tumblr & Pinterest)