Could it be that effortless bed head, the Luella dresses, DJ sets at Fendi, or the lyrical genius boyfriend holding her hand? The girl about town is the envy of many and obsessively- for want of a better word- idolised by me. With her slender pins and a penny or two in her pocket in two in her pocket, British indie kid Alexa Chung is the style guru. State side living and quirky twittering come hand in hand when the world becomes your little oyster.
The simplicity of her boyish dressing highlights her coolness in lights. While others may pass her by in her denims and stripes I simply marvel in her exasperated simplicity. Cat bags, ripped leathers and oversized Smiths tees drape elegantly against her model frame. The fashion girls linked on her arm at gigs look like “try hards” in comparison to Alexa’s laid back stance. Could it then be her knack of looking amazing and like she’s just rolled out of bed into her boyfriends clothes all at the same time? Alas I ponder.
We all like the girl next door. The one who you could imagine singing into your fish supper with after a long night dancing. The one who is wearing the skirt you had on last week. The thing with Alexa is, she looks better in your skirt but you still want to know where her shoes are from. The love affair began a few years back, Eddie Sedgewick no longer inspiring me, my attention turned to a blazer, grey skirt and a pair of brogues. My how it excited me that this could look so cool. A few vintage tees, gold chains and countless internet years of following gone by and I’d say I pretty much idolise the chick.
Christmas approaching and I shudder as I walk past the Topshop window displays. Party frocks and puff balls all round, it enlightens me to know that Alexa would shudder in just the same way. Her column guides me to scissors and the Topman department, while others buy into the seasonal “must haves”, unaware of the self-cloning they begin.
There’s not much you can do with a white vest, but worn with some old necklaces and an endearing confidence, Alexa makes me do the same. Her skinniness bypassed by the friendly smile on her face, I wear my size 12 clothes with this very same smile. And all the while I know that without this style icon in my life, I may to be tottering about in that glittering puff ball on New Years Eve. By gosh am I thankful I have those scissors.
The simplicity of her boyish dressing highlights her coolness in lights. While others may pass her by in her denims and stripes I simply marvel in her exasperated simplicity. Cat bags, ripped leathers and oversized Smiths tees drape elegantly against her model frame. The fashion girls linked on her arm at gigs look like “try hards” in comparison to Alexa’s laid back stance. Could it then be her knack of looking amazing and like she’s just rolled out of bed into her boyfriends clothes all at the same time? Alas I ponder.
We all like the girl next door. The one who you could imagine singing into your fish supper with after a long night dancing. The one who is wearing the skirt you had on last week. The thing with Alexa is, she looks better in your skirt but you still want to know where her shoes are from. The love affair began a few years back, Eddie Sedgewick no longer inspiring me, my attention turned to a blazer, grey skirt and a pair of brogues. My how it excited me that this could look so cool. A few vintage tees, gold chains and countless internet years of following gone by and I’d say I pretty much idolise the chick.
Christmas approaching and I shudder as I walk past the Topshop window displays. Party frocks and puff balls all round, it enlightens me to know that Alexa would shudder in just the same way. Her column guides me to scissors and the Topman department, while others buy into the seasonal “must haves”, unaware of the self-cloning they begin.
There’s not much you can do with a white vest, but worn with some old necklaces and an endearing confidence, Alexa makes me do the same. Her skinniness bypassed by the friendly smile on her face, I wear my size 12 clothes with this very same smile. And all the while I know that without this style icon in my life, I may to be tottering about in that glittering puff ball on New Years Eve. By gosh am I thankful I have those scissors.
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