It would be easy to make a successful fashion blog if you had a wardrobe full of kooky vingtage-finds, this season’s runway looks, a job in fashion and enough time to go running around city streets stumbling across immaculately dressed models to photograph who happen to be standing posed in perfectly-lit cobbled streets.
I am not a glossy fashion-type with endless connections, or a sassy New Yorker with a finger on the pulse of every indie happening.
It’s quite hard to keep your finger on the pulse when you’re at a boarding school. An all-girl’s boarding school on the top of a hill in the middle of the barren English countryside, that is. This is a place where the nearest ‘Topshop’ in Reading is the closest we get to high fashion and “Vogue” magazine’s only use is for ripping out pages of hunky Dolce and Gabbanna models to stick on pinboards. Although the school halls are perhaps not akin to high fashion runways in many ways, the sartorial rules and regulations are about as strict as the school ones, and the convent girls certainly aren’t afraid to express themselves.
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