The Outfit

We're all people on the go. Our agendas are over flowing. Our schedules are as hectic as Cara Delevigne's Fashion Week diary. In short, we need an outfit that will take us from sharing a Marlboro Light with Kate Moss to cocktails with a potential suitor to a power lunch with an important client. 

This is such an outfit. Sartorial worry over. Clickity click your way to Stanwells, here.

IRO Beige Leather Jacket

IRO Knitted T-shirt

IRO Phil Printed Pants

PS: A little love note to IRO: How can one brand just get it oh so right? All the time. They're like the boffins of the fashion class. Only cooler. 

Going Camo

Today I am recovering from an incredibly Baltic Arena Gold Cup at The Berkshire. The pinnacle of arena polo during the UK winter, it's a great excuse to catch up with people who are perhaps in transit from their pre Christmas stint in Argentina before they go on to another warmer, glossier part of the globe. It was so cold, most of us were left with frost bitten toes which only thawed two bloody maries later when watching the rugby.

Sartorially, the order of the day was warmth and layers over looking like a centre spread from Vogue but as ever, an effort was called for. 

Here's my first outfit post, complete with a gorgeous camo Kate Moss-esque jacket from Stanwells tell me what you think!

The Threads: Barbour Gold Label by Temperley jacket; Muubaa Biker jacket, find similar here; cashmere jumper; Zara jeans; Dune rocker boots find similar here & vintage belt

 Thank you to the fabulous Charliie Blower for being handy with the camera. 

Uh Oh...

I'm a bit Anti-Sales. 

I, obviously, love them in theory, but I can't cope with the pushing and shoving and the way people think that because a shirt is a fiver, it somehow means you really must have it. I'm all for a bargain; I'm just not ready to reach for my duelling pistols if a career shopper gets the upper hand. 

Which is why I try and stay away from shopping this time of year – I'm coerced onto the High Street by the fashion Sirens, but really they're leading me to the dangerous rocky road which is the New Season Rail. So I attempt to steer clear. Matters are not helped though when I receive the email updates from Stanwells boutique. I've mentioned them before but essentially they're one of the best independents out of London. It's true because Vogue told us so. On my January list is the following...

LOVE this Markus Lupfer jumper. I'm going to need a January windfall.

More than in love with Emma Cook's designs

Emma Cook silk shirt with a skinny suit - very Kate Moss/Jamie Hince

OK, OK, one sale item. These Sam Edelman boots. Snap them up here

Julia and the team at Stanwells have a great blog which keeps you up to date with all their new lines and also has a great Sunday Surgery style post which has taken over my reading of the Sunday papers (AKA the travel sections). 

Competition Time

I've just come across a great competition on my favourite shop/website, Stanwells. Opportunity to win £250 to spend on 2ND DAY, the edgier label from DAY Birger et Mikkelsen? Ya'huh. Check out here

Here's to the Weekend

Why it was so good...

Leaving work on time. Band of Skulls, Zane Lowe and fortunately only two caravans for company on the M4 and route home South. Spending £8 on Marks and Spencers hot cross buns because they’re just so good. Pouring myself into new white jeans. Going into palpitations over my Stanwells leather jacket. Drinking espresso martinis and buckets of sauvignon in Graze, Lymington. Laughing. A lot. Drinking. More. Remembering that mucking out ponies and hangovers don’t mix. Being proven right that Anadin Extra, water, carbs and fresh air are still not as remedial as glasses of bubbles. Toasting to my greatly missed grandparents. X. Lengthy dinner party. White wine running out. Red wine running out. Too many cups of coffee and shockingly rude innuendos. Roxy Music, the Foos, Maroon 5 and Barry White on very loudly. Blowing the cobwebs away dog walking. Bloody Marys in the Haven. Rosé in the Haven. Rosé in the Chequers. Enjoying exceptional company. Enjoying myself full stop. Smoking too much. Hearing the term ‘snurgle’ for the first time. Feeling my blood to rosé ratios getting extremely low. Formulating a plan to steal a very nice pale blue cashmere jumper. Failing. Eating chocolate Lindt bunnies, ears first after I've said you shouldn't do it. Surviving another hangover – third time's a charm. Not just getting glassy-eyed but crying at The Way we Were. Salivating at how good Robert Redford looks in jeans on a beach. Packing. Remembering that I should’ve spent more time at the car wash/at my lap top/ sorting out my life rather than the pub. Getting over that ridiculous notion very quickly. Erratically driving away from the New Forest. Pretending to sound good rapping along to Pro Green. Debating the pros of further drinks at home in Gloucestershire. Crashing and burning.

Well done four day weekend, you were a goodie.

I'm sure Bryan would like to apologise for his moustache...