Tuesday, 27 January 2015

THE FLYING WARDROBE JACKET



As you can probably tell from the ratio of photos with my face in to the photos where my head is cut out, I was very much having a bad hair/ face day today. The main reason for this, is that I was sitting with wet hair on my bed this morning, shouting passive aggressive words at my computer for losing connection at a vital point of my Googling, until I realised I had 10 minutes before I had to leave for Uni. So to say the least, I have been rocking Hermione hair and dodgey make-up (and a runny nose to add to the mix) all day which never translates well on camera!

Getting back to the point of this post. The lovely people at Flying Wardrobe gifted me with this gorgeous jacket to see how I would style it.  I love the structured design and the added striped detail inside the sleeves (which also have magnets in so when you fold them up, they actually stay up! Huzzah!) It definitely smartens up my current jacket and coat selection and is transitional for both day and night. Click the picture above to view their collection!



Friday, 23 January 2015

YORK


Giving that "I'm going to kill you and your family" look.

Nothing says "last day of freedom" than a spontaneous road trip with friends. As my friends and I sulked are way through three bags of sweets whilst watching big brother last night, dreading the thought of going back to work and University in the coming week, we thought we would spend the day together somewhere new.

So we went to York! 

I have only ever heard wonderful things about York and its beautiful shambles. It really did live up to expectations. We went to Filmore and Union for some healthy (but beyond a student budget) grub and it was a treat. 




Thursday, 22 January 2015

THE OVERSIZED STRIPED SHIRT



As you may know if you have flicked through my Instagram feed or my blog, I'm fairly fond of swamping my petite frame with layers upon layers of baggy clothes. I actually recently had a friend stop me in my path, eye me up and down and ask me "there's something different about you today but I can't put my finger on what it is" and then it clicked to her that I was actually for once, wearing something figure hugging to which she replied: "Bryony, you have a waist!". So when it comes to my new obsession (the striped work shirt) it's obviously gotta' be oversized and baggy as hell.

I picked up this MARNI striped shirt in a charity shop in Hampstead on my recent trip to London for a sweet sweet £12! You cannot beat the feeling of finding designer labels in a charity shop. 

Heres a couple of inspirations on how I will be styling it.








Thursday, 15 January 2015

CALL LANE


Last night I swapped the trainers I have recently become so attached for an actual pair of heels. SEE, I don't always like to dress like a teenage boy. These are just a quick few pictures of my outfit last night (even though I ended up swapping the top in the end) for hitting Call Lane in Leeds with friends to celebrate the end of exams. 

Now, with a pounding headache induced by the cheapest bottle of wine and overpriced cocktails, I have to drag myself off the sofa to catch a train to London. *inserts 'why me!' faced emoji*









Wednesday, 14 January 2015

GUM SOLE


I can finally say a fond farewell to the burden of exams and assessments today and hello to 2 weeks of no work! I'm using these rare weeks of freedom to the fullest by focusing on the blog a bit, interning in London and applying for internships for this up and coming summer.

So, although staying in bed and watching repeats of Girls is a tempting option (admittedly, I did this when I should have been revising), I'm doing what I do best and staying a busy busy Bea.






Friday, 9 January 2015

COMING OF AGE


I can’t help but praise the fashion industry for recently embracing elderly models in high fashion campaigns. For the first time in history, it feels like the fashion industry are telling women not to be scared of ageing. 

Although the fashion industry has a long way to go, (seeing as many of the campaigns featuring these models in magazines are mirrored with anti-ageing cream advertisements..)

-small steps-

there is nothing more refreshing than seeing real women fronting campaigns.

When I say real women, I’m not referring to the way many magazines are embracing their idea of real women by including plus sized models. This has always been an estranged concept for me as women come in all shapes and sizes; one of them being a skinny size. Does being skinny not make a woman ‘real’? But this is another issue in itself.

This should remain a concept unique to these elderly models such as Jacky O’Shaugnessy, (62, modelling for American Apparel), Daphne Selfe (85, modelled for Vogue, Vanity Fair and Harpers Bazaar) and now the new face of Celine, Joan Didion, aged 80. These women have experienced life to the full and this shows from the pictures that are taken of them. They epitomise the idea of ‘real women’. Their sizes remain irrelevant; it's their wisdom and experience which makes any fashion campaign they feature in a success.

Women in fashion can be compared to the life of a flower. Admired in it's prime, but pushed aside as soon as it starts to wilt.

Growing old is an honour in itself, yet so many people are resisting it. I feel you’re a lucky person if you get to the age of the ‘wrinkle’ as (not to put a depressing spin on this blog post but) some people don’t get the chance or choice to experience this stage of life.

Although this may be easy for me to say as I am still (in my mums words) a 'spring chicken', but even at this youthful age it's still apparent to see that society has imposed the idea onto women that with beauty, comes a sell-by date and the time will come in every woman's life when they should dress in a way any respectable elderly woman should. 

This is indeed, bullshit. 

Have you ever watched the Fabulous Fashionistas documentary on Channel 4? No? DO!

I watched this on a long haul flight and it made me both laugh and cry. It was one of the most inspiring things I have ever watched, but most importantly, it opened my eyes to the amount of ageism there is in society.

I had never really thought about the idea of ageism up until then. These women stood proud with the idea that you’re only as old as you feel and dressed in a way that put them in the foreground rather than in the background of society where perhaps many people would expect them to be. I think society has the view that if you're a woman entering the 'wrinkle years', that it's time to hang up your favourite push up bra which make your tits look like they're defying gravity and dissolve into the background. 

Although I can’t promise that I won’t succumb to the pressure of trying to hold onto my youth with potions and creams when I turn 40+, I know for a fact that I will NOT fade into the background of society gracefully. When I get to that age, I will enter the age of colour and lots of it. I might even (dare I say it) CLASH.

I hope that the fashion industry don't view using elderly women in the market as merely a trend that will eventually have its day. I think sustaining these types of models give even young girls today the hope that although fashion comes and goes, style is timeless. These women prove that as they are kicking the idea that beauty lies within youth right in the toot.



Thursday, 8 January 2015

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, WAIT FOR THE WATER SLIDE


I have this overpowering urge to write at the moment. Whether it is a long drawn out blogpost (such as this), a text, heck, I’m even enjoying writing my essay which is a first. I just need to free my mind and get everything down.

I feel this urge is both a blessing and a curse. A curse because I have so many thoughts building up in my mind, but a blessing because whilst normally these thoughts obtrude my brain like a thick fog, I’m able to see these thoughts with clarity and express them through writing with ease. This is something I normally find quite hard to do.

Lets start with this.

Lately,  I can't seem to get away from those annoying Instagram motivational quotes blocking up my feed. It seems like every time I scroll down I have a picture with a few lines scribbled down in some edgy way trying to sort my life out for me. Normally I would mock these and think “HEH gheeeeey!” with the image of Chow from The Hangover in my head, but I feel like there is a time in everyones life -whether you are going to take down your 'cool' guard like me and admit it to yourself- that Instagram inspirational quotes are the only thing that’s got your back in certain situations. For me, the saddening truth is that nothing has spoken to me more loud and clear. I have become one of THOSE girls. I have been admittedly consuming a daily dose of Instagram inspirational quotes and I am putting a stop to this NOW before I become even more pathetic. So I will vent on here and then unfollow all the inspirational quote accounts I have recently become so attached too. I promise.

You may laugh at this, and I will allow you to heckle me due to how ‘profound’ or how philosophical I am going to sound, but I woke up this morning comforted by a dream I had last night *cue laughter*. My dream consisted of me in a bikini being stuck up a tall rock with a water pipe attached to the top of it, therefore making it nearly impossible to get down from without falling to a plummeting death. An awful way to go if you ask me. I also remember having an intense feeling of fear and entrapment and feeling like I had no other option other than to just to let myself fall. Long story short, someone turned the hose pipe off and a water slide appeared out of nowhere and I was saved.

Being one of those people who think its a really fun conversation to ‘share' the dreams you had the previous night with friends and analyse them to the core, which ironically, sends them all into a snooze, I lay in bed this morning analysing this dream to the current situation I am feeling in reality.

To put it frank, I have been feeling very shitty these last few weeks. It’s been a bundle of stuff that I won’t burden you with cause they are genuinely the boring ‘life’ issues that bum everyone out from time to time. Just like the feeling of being perched on the top of a slippery high rock in my dream, exposing my less than summer prepped bod for all to see, I have been feeling trapped in self doubt in reality lately, with no view of an exit sign. There have been moments where I feel like I want to just give up, and fall like my option in my dream. 

But, if I did just throw in the towel and wallow in the fact that life can be a little unfair sometimes, then I feel I would not appreciate the day when the hose pipe is suddenly turned off and I'm given the water slide to freedom. I feel if I just hold on a little longer, this will become an option.

Have I lost you?

Okay, forget the pretentious, obscure metaphor. All I know is that life hands you shit, and then more shit..and then perhaps a little more, but I think its important to gather all of the shit that has been thrown at you and keep it at safe guard so when you are given that extrordinary moment you desperately hoped for, you can appreciate it to the fullest. 

I feel like I had my run of good luck in 2014 and I needed this little bump in the road to keep me grounded. I’m sticking to the idea that although circumstances may be desirable if they were different, I don’t have to accept the way things are. I can change reality by channeling negativity into creative thought and action. This is what I'm currently working on, and I tell you what, it feels so much better than wallowing in self pity.


Wednesday, 7 January 2015

UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL: 21 FACTS ABOUT ME


I have been browsing through so many blogposts recently, much more so than my average dosage (someone should stop me, really, hold me back) and I have seen that many fashion bloggers new year resolution is to get more up close and personal on their blog. 

The same blog resolution as mine! Huzzah!

I digress. Admittedly, copying Lizzie from Shot From the Streets recent blog post (which I loved) I’m gunna do a blogpost about some perhaps, over exposing facts about me to launch my new year resolution into drive. Cause you know, who wouldn’t want to know all about me!? (don’t answer that). So lets put some personality behind these vanity shots.

  1. I’m going to go with my on stand by fact that has stood me in good stead throughout my school years. You know when you had to introduce yourself to a new class and you sat there thinking ‘shit, I need to say something cool about myself so my new peers wanna be my friend’? Well mine was always: I’m a twin! and always have been. Obviously. I honestly love being a twin. I have had a best friend by my side since day one in the womb (gross concept). 
This be she.

2. My blog is called ‘Bealea’ because my friends have always called me ‘Bea’ and my second name is ‘Leah’. Everyone who has approached me on how to pronounce my blog name, I’m honestly not so sure myself. I would go with ‘Bee Le-ah’.

3. I hardly ever wear socks. Even in winter. Its a disgusting fact that I should be ashamed of as many of my friends have pointed out, but I genuinely have no shame.

4. I have aways made plans for myself since a very young age. I was always determined to go into radio producing since the age of perhaps, 15 and worked hard to get a place at the Leeds University to study Broadcast Journalism. However, in my first year I got into fashion blogging and now I’m working hard towards pursuing my own path for a career in fashion.

5. My most embarrassing moment that has stayed with me throughout my life, was when I was Irish Dancing (yes, I Irish Danced. For 6 years in fact) with my sister for the school talent show in front of the whole school and we both ripped our trousers in unison. My friends, who I have had since primary school, still don't let us forget about it. I think taking up Irish Dancing meant that I set up future embarrassment for myself. 

6. I’m currently drinking tea from a 'Mr. Grumpy’ mug intentionally.

7. I think, on reflection, Seth Rogan is my ideal companion. Be it romantic or purely platonic.

8. I have a hate/ love relationship with my cats. They are called ‘Fatboy’ and ‘Slim’ (the names need no further explanation). Sometimes, on at least one day of the month they will share the love because you are the warmest part of the house. However, 99% of the time they will leave you a surprise shit in the corner of the toilet. It’s always the toilet! I don’t know whether to be really pissed off super impressed. At least they are polite about it.

9. My mum is the best person in the world. Continuing with the Polite Shitting Cats, I will receive texts from my mum whilst at uni reading “Nothing worse than cat shit! Fat boy strikes again x-(“. Moving away from cat feaeces, my mum is also hugely inspirational. At the age of 54 she is in her last year of finishing her degree in Fine Art and she belly dances! Ledge.

10. I was unknowingly for a moment standing next to Harry Styles in the Moma museum in NewYork last month and I have never been so star struck. I don’t even like 1D.

11. I am happiest when I am being productive.

12. I count down the days until I will own a Beagle named Brian.

13. In secondary school, my friends and I (who are still my best friends to this day) were labelled the ‘Vintage Grannies’ because we used to dress head to toe in charity shop finds. Most of which were  granny hand-me- downs so the label was quite accurate. 

14. My favourite song in the whole wide world is ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac. 

15. Rhiannon and I have always been given identical presents on Christmas. We have a ritual of identifying the shape of the present and putting it in the middle if we think its the same. The result of this is that all the presents end up being the same so we open each one at the same time so no surprises are ruined. It’s actually something I love about christmas as its now a tradition. We get the same pjammas every year so we are immune to the fact that we are always walking around the house in identical outfits. I think my mum just can't let go of the old days.

16. I have always stuck my tongue out slightly in the corner of my mouth when I’m concentrating hard on something.

17. I am very specific when it comes to drinking tea and coffee. My teabags have to be: Red label Sainsburys (for the best tea experience ever) and the coffee has to be: Nestle Espresso.

18. I get overly emotional when I’m tried. Poke me when I’m tired and I will ball my eyes out. Apparently I have always been like this since I was a baby.

19. I am in awe and inspired by people who have worked hard for their success.

20. I'm not competitive when it comes to sport, although there is one exception to this: swing ball.

21. I played football since the age of 6 to the age of 12 to please my dad. He didn’t force me too, I just felt bad because my brother was never interested in it and my dad wanted him to be, so I sacrificed my Bratz dolls in replacement for a football.

I hope you enjoyed this post! I think it was more of a revelation on how ‘un-fashion’ I really am.





Tuesday, 6 January 2015

FOOD FOR THOUGHT


My infinite love for dressing the polar opposite to how a 5ft 3 woman should dress, slowly progresses. There is nothing more appealing to me than a knee grazing top with oversized trousers. Man repelling wear at its finest.

Food for thought: I'm at that stage where I'm seriously downsizing my wardrobe at the moment. I think it's the January/ start of a new year blues where nothing in your wardrobe fits with the way you feel. Perhaps you could say most of my wardrobe is 'so last year' (despite only being 6 days into the new year...). You know when you look at all the clothes in your wardrobe (having a rail helps for this) and all the items you own don't seem to not fit one particular style? That is my wardrobe at the moment, and call me shallow and vain (perhaps a little OCD), but it drives me MAD.

I think getting a wardrobe you are 100% content with comes with age. Trends come and go, however there will pieces from every trend through out your life that you will see as a 'classic' and will be cherished until you can pass it down to your daughter one day. Pieces that have a lot of history I feel are the classics. I already own a few items like these so I feel I'm on my way to achieving this. Lets just hope my future daughter will have the same taste as me....







Friday, 2 January 2015

THE DRESSING GOWN COAT


I just wanted to show off my dreamy new purchase from the Zara sale today. I feel like I'm rocking out of the house with my dressing gown on without the shame of ACTUALLY rocking out of the house in your dressing gown. I couldn't resist not sharing my breakfast with you either. Ls6 in Leeds do the BEST fry ups of all fry ups. Sorted my two day hangover right out.