There's this endless discussion over bloggers being paid for their 'work'. I put work in inverted commas because, for some reason, to many, blogging still isn't accepted as a genuine, legitimate career that holds enough weight as any other ... but that's a whole different rabbit hole we could fall down and to be quite honest, I think there's many others who have written about it more eloquently than I ever could.
Ahhh, hair - that slightly taboo but wholly natural thing that's caused a lot of people continual difficulty, and the rest of them liberation, over the years.
Before I go any further, I'd just like to mention the fact that I'm a total advocate of free-choice and doing whatever the hell makes you feel comfortable. Whether that be appearance, sex, career - you name it. In fact, I openly shout "hell yeah" to those who don't give a sh*t about the 'norms' of society, so please don't feel I'm in any way stating that this is a necessity. Just something I've always considered and when the opportunity made itself apparent to me... I took it *cheeky monkey covering mouth face* (not entirely sure I can get away with that but still rolling with it)
Want to know when this outfit was actually shot? I can tell you. 30th June 2016, to be precise.
I know what you're thinking ...
"That's over three months ago and you're only now coming to post this on your blog, Liv? How will it still be relevant?"
Okay, so it may not be completely relevant to those in the height of winter, freezing their tits off, but these photos are of me, I'm posting them on my blog; featuring a look that epitomises my personal style; in a shoot location that was pre-considered to match the style of the outfit and imagery, and to be quite honest, I'm really happy with them (am I allowed to say that?). To me, this is relevant. And it always will be relevant, so long as it stays true to who I am.
I haven't done much of a life update in a while and if there was ever a time to do one, it would have to be right about now.
Things in my life, recently, have taken a sudden turn for ... I don't even know. Let's just say things have gotten pretty hectic and I've gone from struggling to find work and freelancing in a 'role' that I found extremely unfulfilling, with zero progression for months, to actually ending up with five opportunities for different legs of work within the space of a few weeks. Some within the space of a day. Isn't it crazy how life works?
Wow, when did summer leave us? It feels like, only yesterday, I was re-familiarising myself with warmer climates, shorter hems and of course, as well as the rest of the blogosphere (and probably world), cold shoulders. Probably because it was literally ten thousand degrees the day before last and I was sat on my deck in a bikini but let's ignore that, alongside next week's weather forecast, and focus on the fact that it's GOD DARN SEPTEMBER already!
I'm gunna admit, I'm not usually one for exact dupes and would much rather purchase a high street, designer equivalent, which has been inspired by, and shares similar characteristics to it's heftier price-tagged opposition, rather than replicated it within an inch of its life.
But things change, people change, feelings change too (as PARTYNEXTDOOR once said) and although I'm not quite there yet on the bag front, recently, I've opened my mind to a whole, new world of shoesie look-a-likes because, quite frankly, everyday designer is just not always feasible ... nor is it necessary.
No connection, however strong, can ever truly be materialised, but there's a sense of satisfaction, security and solidarity which come from preserving a bond within something beautiful. Something physical and precious to cherish forever. Something tangible. Cue the friendship bracelet...
I couldn't think of a more perfect way to share this iconic Links of London piece, on my own blog, than to combine the two and talk about those friendships which are perhaps a little less conventional; extremely millennial, yet still, equally as fulfilling as those which take the more traditional route: friendships formed through blogging.
Or just the internet, for that matter. You know, that big, ol' scary place the adults warned us about?
Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE denim shorts. In fact, I can probably, shamefully admit, I've spent ninety percent of my summer sporting those little, turned up or frayed hem babes in every colour I own. Rain or shine. But that doesn't stop me from thinking there has to be more to festival fashion.
I mean, we've seen Coachella ... so why, still, does the attire always, automatically bee-line straight for the same outfit staple when it comes to dressing for the occasion? I guess I just answered my own question. Staple. Trusty and reliable, with a fit for every person. But this is fashion and I like change (to some, mildly detectable, minuscule extent ;)).
Plus, this maxi dress and maxi PJ shirt (thank you, Zara) were just begging to be paired together ...
or faux flowers will never not be festival perfection, I'm sorry.
Last post I
condemned spoke about the UK summer and it's lack thereof and well, what else can I say, other than BOY did that come back to bite me. That's the thing with us Brits though, you'll catch us complaining all summer about the lack of sun but when it gets too hot, we're back wishing for winter or even, dare I mention it ... rain. With the heat in mind, I've switched full shade spectrum and turned my hand to my other favourite 'colour' in existence - white.