I really like the styling in the Topshop Christmas 2010 Lookbook. It's sort of undone and messy but it works so well. Like that bodycon dress/combat boots/cozy cardigan combo. It feels like combat boots are starting to get a little overdone, though. Well not starting to...ever since chains like Shoebox and Therapy released versions of the combat boot, it's all over the place. I will never stop wearing my fake Docs, but it really just feels like every girl and her pet snake are traipsing about in combat boots. I'm getting a bit tired of it. Don't get me wrong though, they look great. When (..if) I get a job, I'm hoping to get my blistered feet into some Chelsea boots, boat shoes, and a new pair of loafers (r.i.p. my old ones because my mum enjoys throwing all my crap into the bin for no apparent reason). I'm so tired of the shoes I have aaaaargh screw having no money.
And I am drooling over that camel/black coat. It is magnificent. But towards the end of this post, the outfits get a bit bird-creature-in-a-mental-asylum-i.e.-bat-shit-insane. Look at those sequinned (?) trousers. It's like Mardi Gras decided to vomit all over that model's legs. Or like some sequinned sludge monster is slowly consuming her whole, like an anaconda.
ON A COMPLETLEY DIFFERENT NOTE - I'M CRAVING PEPPER LUNCH. I ate it today but it just sort of fuelled a more intense desire to eat it again. If you don't know what Pepper Lunch is, you haven't lived. Go. Now. Turn off your computer and leg it to your nearest Pepper Lunch.
P.S. If any of you are ever bored. This. Seriously.