Fashion week isn't all about prancing around in couture t-shirts and impractical chiffon palazzo pants (one of my more outré outfits), hiding your semi-professional camera inside the latest round of canvas gift bags so as not to be mistaken for a streetstyle blogger or - Heaven forbid - an actual professional. Some days it just all gets too much and you throw on the comfiest clothing you find lying on the floor next to your bed before you drag yourself down to Somerset House. This is exactly what I did on Sunday (I lied in the title, so sue me) when I took a couple of hours out of work to check out Jeffrey Michael's afternoon presentation at St Martin's Lane and wandered into town to grab a drink with my blogging buddies, including Jen who took these photos. Thankfully my pink velour Juicy Couture tracksuit wasn't the closest thing at hand when I woke up that day so I just threw my favourite doggy jumper over these pseudo-combat skinny jeans and accessorised up with some tinsel and a fur handbag. Please excuse the tired expression, I am a terrible photographer's subject. I'm never going to make it as a muse.
Wearing: German shepherd angora jumper by Balenciaga, skinny jeans by Odyn Vovk, tinsel headband by John Rocha, green shearling camera bag by Jas MB and Dr Martens brogues. Nail art by NCLA.