First off, I'd like to say that I initially intended to title this post 'How To Dress Like A Boy', followed by some feminine-connotative word such as 'girly' in some form or other (don't hate me, keep reading), before I had an epiphany and realised that that was a fucking stupid, stereotypically-influenced idea and gave myself a slap on the wrist. Lol, life. I literally stopped and said to myself 'hang on, Olivia' -and I never call myself Olivia- 'describe exactly what you think it means to dress like a boy', or, as it was coming from my point of view, what do you consider to be 'dressing like a girl'? And why are you "apparently" not dressing like one in this shoot?
First off, I'd like to say that I initially intended to title this post 'How To Dress Like A Boy', followed by some feminine-...
For the last 4 days now, I have been crying consistently, sometimes hysterically and I couldn't even tell you exactly why. For the ...
There was a time where the only jeans to grace my legs would be skinnies...in all colours and all washes. Then came the mom jean , foll...
Last month, my sister and I embarked on yet another, not-as-expected, sibling experience. Now, this one wasn't quite as harrowing as ...
I'm not usually one to blow my own trumpet but bear with me, this is going somewhere and I thought it was about time I shared with...
The 'beauty box' phenomenon is still as popular as ever, with more offerings appearing on the market every, single day to make yo...
Last month, my sister and I embarked on yet another, not-as-expected, sibling experience. Now, this one wasn't quite as harrowing as our last trip which you can read all about here (part one and part two) but I will say, we probably won't be repeating it for at least another forty years. In the midst of excitement about sailing the sea for a week, and stopping at all these breathtaking destinations within one holiday (that's like five-in-one, right? And we all love a deal), we'd been blinded by the glamour and forgotten the oh-so-accurate, stereotypical audience of your usual cruise. You all know what I'm talking about. Silver hair. And lots of it.
There was a time where the only jeans to grace my legs would be skinnies...in all colours and all washes. Then came the mom jean, followed by the boyfriend, the straight leg and more recently, flares. Amongst all of this, my tighter fitting friends became a little lost and overshadowed by their successors. I don't know if this was more of a comfort thing or me simply getting caught up in the trends, but when French Connection asked me to style a pair from their new Rebound Denim collection, I just knew it was time to bring these babies back, with a much needed appearance-refresh.
For the last 4 days now, I have been crying consistently, sometimes hysterically and I couldn't even tell you exactly why. For the last 9 days I have been tired, all day, everyday, even when exulting zero physical energy and even on top of 10 hours plus sleep. I've woken up tired, I've gone to sleep tired, my muscles have ached to the point where I can hardly even move them and I don't want to get up. I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to leave my house and I certainly don't want to 'talk about it' because I don't even know what I'd say.
The reason I'm telling you this is because I realise more and more everyday how quick we all are, me included, to judge people based on what they show us on social media. What they CHOOSE to show us. We think we can make an informed opinion on the levels of somebody's success or happiness or personality, merely through 140 word phrases and a mixture of carefully composed and candid photographs.
With the warmer climates fast approaching (well, in the UK, one can only hope), it's time to start taking into consideration our everyday make up routines and discovering new ways to avoid that 'sweaty, shiny, cake-face' which the sun, so often, likes to provide. It's the season where make up is generally tossed aside, scorned or forgotten (I'm guilty) because, well, heat + heavy products? Nobody got time for that, seriously. Until now maybe...
Pixi are best known for their goddess-worthy skin care, helping women across the world to achieve that natural glow, but did they stop there? Of course they didn't. So, you've nailed your skin care routine, you're looking radiant as ever but sometimes, you're just missing that little extra umph or fancy adding a splash of colour. This is usually me, as my summer wardrobe tends to be lacking in the hue department, so I like to play around with lipsticks and eyeshadows to differentiate a tad between seasons and avoid that "is it still winter, Liv?", satirical wit that gets regularly thrown about. No, I'm pretty sure my make up is currently melting from my face, into a pool at your feet, so you and I both know it's not winter... **eye roll**
Thankfully, Pixi are saving us from any melted, puddle fiascos with lightweight, easy-application and most importantly, good-for-you products. Forget any last minute, BBQ invite stress - we're talking fuss-free fabulousness in mere moments. 0-100 real quick.
Stay tuned to find out your summer must-haves and how I wear them in an exclusive lil' video, just for you!
It's that time of year again, dare I say it... WEDDING SEASON!! To some, this may be an occasion of excitement, euphoria and a damn good reason to throw on your glad rags, get drunker than expected and of course, eat all of the cake. To others...well, let's just call it a shiver-inducing thought which strikes chaos and panic, right from the first mention...
"What the hell am I going to wear?"
SS16 has brought with it some of my favourite trends to date. Poplin, silk, satin, lace, frills, cold shoulder - you name it, I'm
both mentally and physically invested. I was challenged, as part of an exclusive competition by Farfetch (if you haven't heard of them - be warned. Beautiful designer things EVERYWHERE), to style my own take on one of the four major trends this summer and yep, you guessed it, never one to shy away from mixing style and comfort, I quite obviously chose pyjama.
I've never really been a cap lover. It was only up until recently, if I were to opt for the hat option, I'd reach for my trusty fedora to add an extra detail to an otherwise simple outfit, but all-in-all they often tend to get on my nerves and are just another thing to take care of. Being in the UK, as the entire world is most likely aware, it rains A LOT and sometimes you want to do something other than enclose your head in a giant hood, in the most un-stylish, egg-resembling way possible, to keep dry, you know? So, in a temporary moment of absolute madness (this is sarcasm), I put on a baseball cap. My step dad's baseball cap to be precise. I have to admit, when I asked, I didn't expect him to emerge with one quite as 'cool' as this...I was half-picturing some crude, bright red and yellow football team memorabilia. Should have given him more credit for his back-in-the-day style because from then on, it was mine. (Reasons why hoarding is good, example 1: hand-me-downs)