Fashion-ation

I don't often write about fashion because a) its incredibly intimidating and a bit too easy to sound like a twat when postulating about the beauty of a shoe and b) paul says he won't read my blog if I do. But, I don't think he does anyway and I have a fashion crush.
His name is Bernhard Willhelm, and we first met on Camden street on a rainy Monday afternoon in January (I can't remember if it really was a Monday, but dramatic effect etc). I was rifling through the contents of Debra, the new charity shop, when I found myself holding a new-looking dress I did not understand one bit and therefore instantly adored. It had a hood! Non sensical ribbons hanging off the back! Sold.
When I got home I spent ages trying to figure out how its supposed to be worn, and finally decided to google the designer to see if there was maybe a picture somewhere. I came across http://www.bernhard-willhelm.com/ and after looking through various collections decided it was true love. Sadly, when I came to the prices section it became clear I would need to write several bestsellers before I can fill my wardrobe with delightfully confusing dresses and demented nun outfits




For now though I am very happy with my new favourite dress/puzzle and can't wait to wear it to breakfast in New York.

Just to reassure that I have not changed my fashion radar from 'shiny!/black' to 'label', my other current favourite dress is from Penneys. I bought a second one yesterday just in case the first one falls apart, which it is threatening to do all ready, and had a brief moment of panic that I was, in fact, a sensible old person. However, I then talked to my friend who I consider to be very cool and not sensible (compliment!) and she said she does the same thing. Phew.

Now all I need is some Jeffrey Cambell shoes. I mean, the curve of the sole really speaks of bygone days, yet the tough leather is a nod to futuristic styles...
Time to stop apparently.