Friday, 28 September 2012

Winter is coming...

We all love a Game of Thrones reference I'm sure.
Anyways, on the basis of the fact that we have had weird and wonderful weather up here in Fife over the last few days I wanted to do a post on winter coats. Yes I did a post on Autumn in the height of summer and I'm doing the same now. Because I can...

So here are a few coats that I have/want/need...
 This is a want. I love camel, it may be a slightly boring colour but I love its elegance and classic nature. I found a cashmere camel coat a few years back but sadly had a biro explosion so now it is tainted. Aquascutum had a beautiful number a few seasons ago, floor length with that perfect glamorous swish. That's the coat I'll be praying to find in a charity shop sometime soon...

 This is a have. I have this coat back home in Suffolk but sadly, due to slight damage, have had to leave it there. I was given it from a good friend of the family's, a beautiful beaver-lamb, 1950s coat. Bracelet length sleeves and just below waist, it is the perfect fit and is disgustingly warm. It is sensuously soft and has a purple-red sheen to the fur. It is potentially my favourite item of clothing. Or at least in the top five...

 This is another coat I actually own. It was the first ever item I remember buying for myself. A navy wool trench-style coat with an added camel belt, I always feel like I've stepped out of a WW2 period drama whenever I wear it. The belt actually came off the aforementioned cashmere coat, but I love the combination of navy and camel.
This is a want. Everyone needs a red winter coat and I love the contrasting colour-blocking sections. There is a Daks coat similar to this that I am currently lusting over, reversible, red and caooon shaped. I love the idea of a coat which completely drowns me as I'm rarely lucky enough to find a coat with long enough sleeves as it is! This would be my ideal coat for the winter. 21st birthday present anyone?
I think I have mentioned my sheepskin coat before. It's testament to how cold it is up here that I've been wearing it over the past week. Nothing else seems to be working with just the same effect. One of my academic children was raving about it yesterday which made my day. I think I often look like a tramp when I wear it, but it is fabulous, and I love it.



As you can tell this is not coat related. Just that I wore my suede capelet the other day to a house party we held. Despite the bizarre reactions I had when I initially bought it, everyone was so complimentary. It has amazing swish appeal and was so much fun to wear. (Worn with Docs (natch) and a black skater style dress)

I hope you are all having an amazing week, and hey, it's nearly the weekend!

MMM
x

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

The Hierarchy of the Red Trouser


So this post is a bit of a joke. I’ve been meaning to write it for a while and with the influx of new freshers it is nice to see that the red trouser is still alive and well in the sunny streets of St Andrews. (I say sunny for alliteration. It is, in fact, pissing it down here at the moment, I spent today wearing sheepskin mittens and cashmere.) I am aware that this post will be quite St Andrews orientated, but the coloured trouser has had a popular few years infiltrating both male and female fashion, no longer being exclusively used for ‘peacocking.’ And so I wanted to write a tongue-in-cheek post on it, because the whole red trouser thing fascinates me. So here goes...



Now the red trouser is a sacred item in St Andrews. Just like the undergraduate gowns, so coloured to spot the drunken students stumbling along the pier, the red trouser acts as a beacon whilst you stroll down Market Street. That first day you step out of the door in scarlet trews marks an important step in your life. The shade and fit are of the utmost importance. Get it wrong and your place in society could be threatened. But get it right and the Clay Pigeon society will welcome you with open arms.

Firstly the fit should always be straight legged, your classic chino fitting. None of these carrot or peg legged fittings, or, god forbid, skinnies. They should be relatively loose and comfortable. A tight pair of red trousers scream hipster. And as partial to a hipster look as I am the red trouser should not be used in such a manner.

However, the shade is perhaps the most crucial.

The red should never be bright or garish. The rich pinky red serves as a signal that you can afford a really good pair of trousers. Anything too bright is too H&M and we just can’t deal with that darling.

A pink-hued shade is important as, through wash and wear, the colour will inevitably fade. Which leads us onto the next colour of the Red Trouser Hierarchy.

A pink trouser demonstrates a flamboyant nature. As it is also a rare colour on the high street it screams ‘Yes. I can afford Gant and Ralph Lauren. Look at me!’

The deep salmon pink takes a higher step. It takes a secure man to wear a pair of pink trousers. And that is the message he wishes to get across. The pink trouser perfectly complements your chosen shade of tweed as well as the classic navy blazer. I personally love a good pink trouser if only because pink is a great colour and any man who chooses to match his breeches with his cheeks gets my vote.

Though the red trousers are most often cotton, cords must get a look in when discussing this colour. I occasionally attend certain socials where coloured trousers are de rigeur and cords are the favoured variety. Whether wine-hued or practically garish a good pair of corduroys hold a more intense colour than chinos. Though they do have an air of the older gentleman about them. I guess it just depends on whether you want to dress your age or not...

Now as with all laws and structures there has to be an anomaly. Only today I saw two dashing young men both sporting grass green chinos, or what about the elderly gentleman in the burnt orange cords? (They were a very beautiful pair of cords.) However I feel the red trouser shall forever reign supreme on the streets in St Andrews. If only to spot their 'gazebo-ed' owners schweffing on the freshers in the Bop...



I hope you are all having a great start to the week and that the weather is better than it currently is in Fife!

MMM
x

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

It's been a long time, but I'm back in town...

My blogging this past month has been appalling. The past two and a half weeks have been crazy. A week catching up with the korfers at pre-season, followed by half a week collecting academic children during Freshers' and then a weekend in France with the team. Madness.

Firstly I'm just going to explain the academic children thing. In St Andrews third years adopt freshers to help guide them through their first year at university. This culminates in Raisin Weekend (on the last weekend of October) where the drinking starts in the wee hours of Sunday morning and ends after a shaving foam fight in the Quad noon Monday. It's a crazy weekend when all the locals evacuate the town and anyone not involved stays locked away. I, myself, have eleven children. I went a little mad adopting them, but they are all lovely, despite the fact that it's going to get horrifically expensive trying to inebriate them all...

My weekend in France was due to the first round of the Europa Cup where St Andrews were representing the Scottish Korfball league. We didn't win a game, but we definitely had the best team spirit. And the girls won the kareoke. Which is what counts...

Here are some quick sketches I've knocked up when I've had the time. The beginning of classes this week has meant that I'm constantly reading and researching. But it's so fascinating!

 This girl came out of the seminar before me. She nearly always wears black, but just looks insanely amazing at whatever time of time. Today she was wearing a black jacket with a black mini skirt and platform black ankle boots. The skirt had full length fringing on it, which was fabulous. We all know how much I love fringing. She also always has the neatest black bob.

 This girl is in my seminar group. She is really tiny which made her 1970s style red mini-dress and black cape absolutely adorable. She has a really blunt fringe which is a look I know I could never pull off and therefore admire when someone can. I loved her sequin silver plimsolls as well...

 This is just a quick drawing of what one of my children was wearing at a society meeting yesterday. We all know I appreciate a well-dressed gentleman. He wore a (I think) grey blazer with black scarf, white shirt, red and blue bow-tie and pocket square. Stunning.
This is what I wore to the same society meeting. A grey wrap dress from an Aberdeen charity shop, Aquascutum tweed jacket and camel quilted pumps. And big hair. Naturally. It was a very good night, with free wine and good chat. Not my usual crowd. But fantastic people watching...

This guy sat next to me on the plane. He had lensless glasses. That immediately intrigued me. And when he took off his black leather jacket underneath he has a (barely concealing) grey vest top and vast grey harem pants. It intrigued me to say the least.

I apologise for the excessive writing and the general lack of posts. I'm in the mist of creating a rota of social and academic dates. Cr

Saturday, 8 September 2012

What I've learnt in Holland


Thing I’ve learnt in Holland
I’m aware I’ve been away for a while. I returned from Holland a week and a half ago. Since then I’ve returned to uni and spent the last week playing korfball for preseason. I’ll get onto that later...
Just talking about Holland today I decided to write a short post on what I learnt in Holland.
  1.  Always bring a map with you. When travelling in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language you would have thought that would have been a given. We forgot. The first day consisted of a near four hour ride knowing only to ‘head north.’ Thank the Lord most people spoke English.
  2.  Dutch men are a rare breed. They are all flowing blond hair, piercing blue eyes and high cheekbones. They are also very tall. Holland was one of the few places in the world where I felt average height. And they are just beautiful.
  3.  Because bikes are the main form of transport there are cycle lanes everywhere and everyone has amazing legs. If they want to cure the obesity problem in Britain they should get cycle lanes. Or at least improve road surfaces. Also- Holland is not flat. I come from Suffolk. Suffolk is flat.
  4.  On a fashion note white trainers were everywhere! Like ultra clean, sparkly and shiny white trainers. Worn with jeans it looked a little bit awesome, especially as hi-tops. I doubt it’s a look I am going to copy as I am dedicated to my Docs, but if I find a cheap pair I may give it a try...
  5.  The continent often seems to hold onto trends deemed out-dated by the UK, my favourites being mullets and double denim. As I’ve mentioned before I have seen double denim around a lot recently. But what I loved most was that the mullet is still alive and well in Holland. This makes me indescribably happy.

I only have a few sketches as we were cycling most of the time, but there was the odd coffee stop moment...

 This is what I wore one night. Believe me it was a relief to get out of the lycras... It consisted of a pair of white high-waisted jeans from Elizabeth Hospice, my White Lies t-shirt and my Docs. Atop of my head I wore a bandana-esque thing from my godfather. It served the purpose of covering my sweaty hair...

 This was a beautiful tweed suit we saw in a shop window called Oger. Not only does it have a black velvet tie, it also made use of a rather beautiful silk scarf. I also loved the white socks. We didn't go in as I was carrying my massive rucksack, but from outside we could see that it was all wood panelling and beautifully tailored clothes. As we know I love my menswear. And if I was a man this would be my haunt.
We saw this girl whilst in The Hague train station. It was a baking hot day and I felt her look summed up the summer spirit- a yellow tie-dye dress, black studded ankle boots and a belted silver metallic waistcoat. Perfection.

I hope you are enjoying the hot weather in the UK, I'm to celebrate the beginning of Freshers' Week...

MMM
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