Land sakes O'GOSHUN -- this weather is vile. Such was the torrential rain this weekend, that I took to the railings outside my front door, for this outfit post. Actually, this is the second time that I took to the rail (I'm having a Victorian moment), as my camera corrupted the entire previous batch of photos. Tally ho, perhaps it's the universe telling me that posting pictures of what I'm wearing is kind of not OK (cue: my own internal debate.)
Today, I am Ron Burgundy. I have an odd little habit whereby I give myself a daily alias, based on the outfit that I am wearing. When I wore checked trousers with black Chelsea boots over LFW, I decided that I was a modernist chimney sweeper. When I wore this very same outfit last week, I called myself Bjorn Borg (it's the hair -- and the Scandi granddad shirt with the jacket's Abba fringing). Today, however, I have given myself Ron Burgundy. I was going to throw a men's burgundy shirt into the mix, too, for an oxblood triptych - legs, lips, chest - but then I realised that life doesn't always have to be a pantomime, now, does it? Plus, I'm really taken with my boyfriend's granddad shirt at the moment, which he's obviously thrilled about.
Fickle fashion may have abandoned burgundy almost wholesale for the candy pink hue - I couldn't find one high street store selling burgundy jeans, waxed trousers or faux leather skinnies - but I'm still ultra fond of these H&M trousers. Infact, I'm planning to bring them home a new friend courtesy of Isabel Marant x H&M's burgundy faux leather trousers, which , if I club 10 people over the head at 5am on November 14th, I may actually have a chance of owning. Stay tuned.
I'm wearing a vintage suede jacket (eBay and ASOS Marketplace are definitely your best bet, or Levi's do this cool one) a men's granddad shirt from Folk, an Isabel Marant necklace (similar here), H&M faux leather trousers (similar here) and Topshop boots, with Nars matte lipstick in Valparaiso.