The Kooples Love Affair Continued

For all you shivering around London today, jangling with Pro Plus and too much coffee after a month on the fashion road, I hope you're looking like this latest Kooples lookbook.

Don't struggle with the avant grade outfits of Paris nor fiddle with the pulled together ensembles of New York. Relax. This is London. And we love nothing more than the bed head hair and the shirt untucked look of the nonchalant fashion person. The only accessory you really need is a sense of humour. Put the pouts away.

I'll take a Magnum not a Bottle

The Audi International Test Match at Guards was glorious! After weeks/months/what-seems-like-years of rain, we actually had a proper English summers' day to gloat about. And the polo was pretty good too. Well done England for winning The Coronation Cup three years on the trot, but those South African boys (boys being the operative word as they're all under 25!) almost had you!

I always think the International day is a little bittersweet as many of the high goal guys have already disappeared to Deauville or Sotogrande and although there's still at least 6 weeks of polo left here, it does have the touch of back-to-school about it. Must be why everyone parties like loons then? 'Til next year. Besos X

Kicking it off!

Team

The boots make this. Very cool, girl

Where's Wally (Bragg)?

The shortest dress at polo courtesy of The Kooples

Credit where credit's due: Moi

The Kooples

Pay day had arrived, the rain had lowered my mood to gutter level and I had an unexpectedly free day with no plans so I took myself off shopping this weekend. With the express purpose of just buying a pair of boring jeans (the only ones left in the wardrobe were the kind that your mother disapproves of) I got distracted by the newest, most brilliant addition to the Cheltenham high street; The Kooples.

Not only do they have the sexiest, most Kate-Moss-esque suits known to man, but they also have the sauciest changing rooms – all black padded leather and floor to ceiling black drapes. And they have the nicest, most fashion savvy assistants. Suffice to say I spent money I do not have on a nothing-ness of a dress. Fortunately they also had a sale on. 

I am in love.

Credit where credit's due: The Kooples