Rihanna for River Island

I am not usually one to criticise a collection – as I am so diverse with my outfit tastes, I always find something that catches my eye or tickles my fashion fancy. So as I settled down with a nice cup of green tea and loaded up the Rihanna for River Island fashion show, I expected nothing less from the starlet, who is fast becoming a style icon. What I got, however, was a lot of black, a lot of thigh and a hell of a lot of swearing.

Rihanna’s style has developed dramatically since the boob-protruding green dress in SOS and gold crop top in Pon de Replay. The years have seen her move through phases of girlie and soft, to classy and mature, to damn right disturb(ia)ing. Now RiRi seems to have finally settled into her own unique style mixing genres of rock and hiphop and, as she admits in a behind-the-scenes River Island video, her collection is a little selfish; she designed the clothing with herself in mind.

FIRF - Fashion I'd Rather Forget

So me and my friend Charlotte met up for coffee over the weekend, and began reminiscing about the good ol' days, as we tend do. As we discussed  hot teachers, mad parties and awkward first kisses, the subject of style weaved it's way into the conversation. "I used to look in the mirror and think 'GOD I'm cool', with my England top and faded jeans," she laughed. This little convo with my matie made me think again about what the jesus I was wearing back then, and if you've read my previous post, you'll known that my fashion choices as a kid/young teen weren't the most delightful of the sort - in fact, they were pretty tragic. And so to further this discussion a bit, I thought I'd have a little chatter about my fashion faux pas (photographs will be added at a later date, as I currently have no access to my hard-drive).

January/February Highlights

Chavs vs. Goths

When I was an obnoxious and moody teenager, there were only two ways to describe young people - chavs and goths (or goffs, as the chavs liked to call them). These groups were usually distinguished by their attire, choice of hang-out place, or who they decided to befriend...yes, welcome to the world of teenagehood..how shallow of us all! Now, although the stereotypical image of a goff is black hair, dark eye-makeup and an attraction towards music of the heavy-metal kind, this was not always the case when it came to my adolescence. I lacked most of these qualities, but because I didn't listen to Dr Dre or have a liking for Nike trainers, I and most of my friends were instantly placed in the 'goff' category. Thus, anyone who wasn't a chav was a goff, and vice versa.