Temperley I am actually dying.

I am not a cool person when it comes to fashion.  I wish I could be that all-grey and black monochrome person with the fringe hanging off my Alexander Wang handbag, flicking in the air along with my gorgeous bayalaged hair that doesn’t snap and is shiny but I’m like a magpie.  I love colour and white and shiny things.  And I never get to the hairdresser because I’m always on rotation somewhere new and when I do get to a hairdresser, my grown-out hair reeks of hairdresser-disloyalty.  Anyway, I have all my favourite designers and mainly it’s because they use colour in fun and uncool ways that look cool on hungry Amazonian women in a ‘oh this old thing, I just threw it on because I’m totally ironic and I hardened it up with some chain mail/bondage gear/leather’.  Currently I’m at home tired and I load up my Style.com app because lets face it, we all had that app for the high res photos of New York and Parisian eurotrash parties that random celebrities and fashionista’s showed up at and were often caught mid-drink in unflattering lighting and we could sigh with relief and say “oh thank god, they’re just like the rest of us”.  Except billionaires.  The app understandably got rid of it’s party section so now I just flick through the fashion shows of all my favourite designers (DVF, BCBG Max Azria, Valentino, Red Valentino, Temperley, Kate Spade and so on).  Today I caught up with the Temperley show and OH WOW.  Here are some of my favourites but really, I loved the whole damn collection.


Note the fedora for extra cred.  You mustn’t look too sweet or people wont trust you, or worse, they’ll think you’re stupid.  I wouldn’t wear the fedora and would just cop the weird judgment.


I just have no words for the amazing perfection of this whole get up.  The intricate embroidery, the symmetry, the matching scarf, gladiator sandals that don’t look you’re going to beat someone up.


Again they’ve reduced the sweetness of this one by using what looks like metal grommets.  Again, the attention to detail is off the friggin’ hook.


I can just see myself wearing this at the resort mentioned in the previous post, swanning around in my oversize weird rattan tub chair, ridiculous cocktail in hand pretending I’m there like, all the time dahling.


There are literally no words.  I am actually dying looking at this amazing thing.  Where the hell would you even wear this?  Somewhere amazing.  You’d have to be Cate Blanchett or getting married or something.


This dress is basically who I want to be.  Glittering, supercool, brown, taller.  Basically amazing yet gliding with ease through life with my attention to detail and simultaneous brilliant grasp of the big picture.

Goddamn you Temperley London, I love you.

Full collection Temperley London SS 2016 here.  Pictures also from there.