London Underground Tarts Up For London Fashion Week

Is a jeans and converse, rushing out of the house with wet hair and the first vest and cardi combo I could muster kind of day but I’m wearing it well.

I want the Barbara Hulanicki but I’m not allowed to enter.

So I’ll have the hulanicki if that’s ok! I’m wearing a stupidly skimpy dress because I’m slopping around on the sofa and can’t be arsed to put my leggings on. You wouldn’t want to see my legs: big as mighty oaks!

This morning I awoke feeling a little ratty and blue. Demise of summer, etc. etc. etc. So in an effort to cheer myself up I played a game of dressing up, an unashamedly poppy Spotify playlist providing the soundtrack. Thank you, Leona Lewis.

I don’t know if it was the stirring power ballads or something in my breakfast bagel but I began to feel a little on the brave side. The long and short of it is that I am currently sitting at my laptop, sporting a floral, angel-covered ankle length Diane von Furstenberg dress picked up at the Highbury and Islington Marie Curie for £6. A long, grey and black COS cardigan is keeping away the chill, my Falke wooly tights have made their first appearance since last winter and a berry red hue is smeared across my mouth. A pair of short black biker boots are keeping my feet company. I’m thinking of starting to dress like a blind, crazy, poor aristocrat on a regular basis. Things are more fun this way.

If you pick me, I would love the David Shrigley/Pringle one please. Failing that, the Luella one would also make my day.

Skinny jeans and a stripey top. Because I dress by covering myself in glue and running through Uniqlo.

I love the paul smith one.

Jumper is beige knit.. Meticulously chosen because I just want to go the gym after work and have an nice early quiet night in – Not get sucked/bullied into the usual/standard Friday after work drinks which ALWAYS turn into: Friday go out all night -write off the entire weekend- drinks
So my thought train was if I put on a slightly boring (and ok a little bit of an ugly jumper) I would be less tempted to go play at 5pm

Jeans are those ‘I have been vacuumed into these’ type. Chosen not to try and redeem my beige knit but because last night I ate a whole packet of hob nobs for dinner! Who does that? A whole packet. And they were chocolate.
Anyway I absolutely had to put my ”I am really skinny” jeans on because I am scared I have turned into some kind of biscuit whore!
Sadly, with these jeans on, I couldn’t even finish a tictac without them feeling tight….so there is no way I can try to attempt all that oaty chocolatey goodness again. Yum.

I’ll wrap this up…
I threw on some pearls. I had to wear a huge oversized grey hoodie while riding my bike to work this morning because it was cold and the wind would have gone straight through my knit jumper.
I also put my pretty new heels into my bike basket because I know there is no chance of me going to the gym and come 5′oclock I’ll be drinking vino in the closest bar!

Ps I’d love the Barbara Hulanicki one.. or the Basso & Brooke one would be lovely.

Black jeans, black tee, black trainers. No chance. At least yesterday it was a Red by Wolves designed tee.

Ask me again in eight hours time. I’ll have a better answer then.

Jeans and an oversized mens polo shirt as I am cleaning the flat in preperation for the annual ‘Proms in my Living Room’ event tomorrow. Not very stylish but like Adrienne I’ll look a lot better tomorrow, especially drapped in the British flag……Anyone for Pimms?

Today’s outfit came from my capsule wardrobe (whatever I stuffed in my overnight bag last Sunday), which is stored in a stripped down, back to basic way (in a small pile on my boyfriend’s floor). My outfit choice this morning was an artistic reaction to adverse circumstance (nothing else clean) – a long grey cardigan over a long black and white top with some indistinguishable animal print (leopard? cheetah? zebra? who likes to classify?). I’m also wearing black tights, a black belt, and shiny snakeprint flats, in a deliberate statement about the animal kingdom (I only have these and high heels, and I couldn’t be bothered to attempt walking in them today). It’s all from H&M or New Look, as a response to the financial crisis (the one in my own personal bank account).

My favourite poster is the Luella one!

I had a horrible dream last night that the muted gray wool suit I’d just purchased from Start in Shoreditch somehow got all mangled during the alterations process. I woke up with a start (pun intended) and dashed out to check on the garment. Thank God the shop is near my flat! Turns out I was just being paranoid and the alterations were perfect. So at the moment I’m wearing the suit jacket and slacks, which totally do not match the blue striped Express polo underneath, nor do my dirty black Chuck Taylors help. But hell, it’s Shoreditch; you can get away with fashion genocide around here and nobody bats an eyelash.

(If I should win, I’d love either the Paul Smith, Gareth Pugh or Henry Holland. Thanks!)

I’m wearing jeans and a cruddy old rugby shirt because it’s chilly and rainy and miserable here in NYC today. And because it’s Friday so I can get away with jeans in the office.

Last Sunday, I took the radical step of clearing out my wardrobe. Dangerous? Hell yes, there’s things in there. Down the back of the shelves, in between some of the lost tribes of Israel, I found a lovely stripey blue cotton jumper I’d quite forgotten about. So I’m wearing that today.

I’ve teamed it with the one pair of jeans which weren’t in the wash-bin, and my trusty pavement-stomping DM boots. Accessories are limited to my work pass-card on a lanyard, and a frankly unbalancingly large pair of headphones.

Should you be impressed by such an outfit, I’d love to put Antonio Berardi’s spikey lady with the Eye behind her on the wall. Although the heap of wiggly squiggly lines Paul Smith is also strangely appealing.

Wow – what dashing readers we have! Am going to let this run into Saturday… keep your sartorial snippets coming.

I usually decide what I’m wearing when I’m in the shower, but today, fuzzy headed and lacking inspiration, I picked out a strange greyish beige lipstick and decided to build my outfit round that. It worked! I like what I’m wearing because I managed to construct a reasonable approximation of a business suit out of the best fabric ever: jersey.

A black AA pocket skirt, with a loose top the exact colour of condensed milk tucked in, a black and tan stretchy belt, a charcoal grey jersey blazer, grey super opaque tights and tan high heeled lace up shoes. And a long pendant necklace that looks like Saturn.

I was quite pleased with the clashing neutrals (black/beige/grey/tan), but mostly I was pleased because it made me look quite grown up when I was chairing a meeting, but all the while I felt like I was wearing a tracksuit. And sitting on a pile of feathers. In the softmints advert. Very London and perfect hangover dressing.

You might not think someone with such a neutral palette would want the Basso and Brooke poster so much, but you’d be wrong.

Todays outfit was planned, which is quite sad really, my lack of social life allows me to plan my outfits for the day.
I decided today was the day I did something a little bit different, and dressed up.

I pulled on some black skinny leg jeans, which have to be a wardrobe staple for every woman in the country by now, and teamed it with a plain white shirt. Buttoned all the way up to the neck, cufflinks in place. I added a vintage red scarf to the outfit, by making it into a make-shift bow tie. I felt pretty snazzy by this point. Add a waistcoat, a red cardigan and some plain black brouges and I was on my way.
Hair haphazardly pulled up, black eyeliner and a slick of lipgloss and out the door.

By the time I had arrived at my destination I had had 10 compliments, a few winks and a lot of smiles. The barrista at Starbucks upped my size and I now have a date arranged for this weekend.

Just proves that doing something a little bit different wont hurt, sometimes it’ll make things a whole lot better.

And as a homage to my amazing outfit I would LOVE the Henry Holland print. As his love of bow-ties, shirts and cardigans was most definately my inspiration for the day.

……..halfway out of head to toe Gapbody sofawear (work@home ensemble)and halfway into cotton tights, black minidress, grey jacket combo – with smokeyquartz bead rope to be slung over…
Current appearance certainly traffic stopping but for wrong reasons.

Should my ability to type whilst dressing be reward-worthy my walls would appreciate the Hulanicki or Lulu Guinness prints. Thank you just in case

More than eight hours later now but, hey, I was getting ready to go out eight hours later.

Black skinny jeans, snake print tee with zipped shoulders, pointed black ankle boots with a mid-height heel and two buckles across the ankle, black blazer with tasteful shoulder pads. Fringed black necklace and silver necklace that was described by the girl that made it as a ‘dead bird on a silver chain’. Black & silver rings and bangles, vintage black quilted Coco bag. Just a bit more effort when not at work. Though quite why I’m sharing this information when I could be sleeping is beyond me…I guess I was just feeling slovenly earlier.

I’m wearing my ex-boyfriends ripped jeans and a t-shirt with a diagram of a vagina on it. yes, he was a c_nt!
In contrast I#m also wearing my new boyfriends underwear.
Cheers

P.S. – I’d like image 9 of 10.

chitty007, I almost wet myself laughing!

Today is the I am sporting what I suspect will be the next big look: swine flu chic. The most important accessory of the day is a wretched cough, paired with some vintage-style paisley pajama pants, and a generous supply of lightly crinkled tissues scattered about my person. The look is rounded out by the most directional garment of the year, the Slanket. Make-up essentials include slight rouging of the nose and a dusting of charcoal powder under the eyes.
I am in forced isolation as the powers from London Fashion Week don’t want this look leaked before they can update their S/S 2010 plans, but would really enjoy the company of the Rob Ryan (-esque?) black and white cut-out style poster.

The entries so far are so good Londonist editors can’t possibly judge. We’re roping in someone from Elle to do it. Compo closes tonight, midnight, so you still have time to tell us what you’re wearing!

Heads and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes:

Head: a rather natty little hairband from Liberty – cream leather with patent orange bows. It injects a certain insouciant glamour into doing the washing up, with the added practical bonus of keeping my hair out of my eyes.

Shoulders: twenty five years and counting baby – genuine Smiths Hatful of Hollow t-shirt, stretched and baggy and soft as butter, and when it finally falls apart, I might have it encased in perspex to preserve its feel-good loveliness. It’s seen me through my first getting-felt-up (I told him nice girls don’t go under the t-shirt, he ran away), my first break up, my second break up, the hacienda breaking up and finally learning how to put on make up. And a gold chain, with a tiny little golden skull that nestles just atop my cleavage, because I love him and also, god wouldn’t have given you maracas if he didn’t want you to shake ‘em.

Knees: These jeans go on when I close my eyes. Well they could – they’re quite easy to put on. They’re not lie down on the bed and pray jeans. Comfy. Blue. A bit dirty. I’m cleaning today.

Toes: V for Vendetta, Chanel’s uber-lovely deep deep purple Vendetta polish. It’s not even chipped.

I really really like the David Shrigley for Pringle and the Richard Nicoll (and I think Derek Griffiths would too).

You are all fabulous, but the powers that be have picked marrry’s “blind, crazy, poor aristocrat” style as the winning entry – one David Shrigley framed print coming your way. Thanks to everyone for their brilliant responses.