“Fashion and function” is a phrase I use almost every single day and albeit most of the time I mean it in some irrelevant, satirical way it is actually a concept I believe quite passionately in.

As someone with a vested interest in- and genuine affection for fashion (and any display or expression of creativity and design), I often wish that I had an endless supply of new clothes or money so that I could play dress up in fabulous pieces every day. But unfortunately no one has offered me that coveted prize yet and so I have to deal with the fact that I have a budget and a very small Hong Kong apartment. So although I own some more bold, statement items and far too many pairs of shoes and sunglasses, I have a total appreciation for clothes that are multi-purpose and easily incorporated into existing wardrobes and reinvigorated outfit choices.

One such item is the ultimate classic: The LBD. Black is a colour I have, ironically because it is so slimming, only recently fallen so in love with now that I am more comfortable with my body. I’ve mentioned before that I used to wear clothes that were ‘loud’ in order to hide my physical insecurities; but with growing confidence has come the injection of solid, block colours, monochromatic styling tricks and simple lines. This is not to say that I don’t love to play with colour or texture, just that you’ll see me in neutral shades and subtle sartorial combinations more often now than before. So the LBD is a perfect fit. Plus it is so versatile. And while the staple item is already in my wardrobe (or clothing rail if we’re being honest about the size of my HK apartment and two suitcases still in storage); there is a new addition to this aesthetic: The LBS (Little Black Skirt). Thanks to a sale at Zara and a newfound appreciation for simplicity, this skirt will now play the lead in a series of three look posts, with this being the first. I want to show you guys how easy it is to style one piece in multiple ways so that you don’t need to break the bank for new outfits. Plus it aids an individual solution to the problem of fast fashion and wasted consumerism that is already a huge issue (but let’s not get political because between us all I think there’s quite enough of that).

So here we go; Look 1/3 and the final outfit post shot back home with The Queen, Mamma Mich. Just because I love black does not mean I won’t indulge in a little sparkle or a kaleidoscopic backdrop of fun. This is me, after all.

Have fun kids. Watch this space for upcoming posts on how to take one very simple item of clothing and transform it into remixed looks that keep things funky fresh.

Silver Brogues: Zara (but also actually Mamma Mich’s that were a size too small)

Skirt: Zara

Cropped Tee: Topshop 

Watch: Truworths

Sunnies: MAPLE

Bag: Miniso

juxtaposition is my favourite word in the English language because it encompasses life and also the aesthetics behind this blog post



sometimes I have to take horrendously stupid photos like this to remind myself that actually I’m more moron than model in front of the camera. unless it’s a Snapchat selfie in which case I’m obviously the best.


good Lord but I love this woman and her commitment to my vanity
ok fine PE. sometimes you have cool shit.

Until next time xx

Haute Hoodlum





A few years ago I would never have thought I would be comfortable in tight jeans, a T-shirt and a cropped denim jacket. Hell, I wasn’t even happy with that a year ago.

I have never liked my body. I have been overweight and out of shape pretty much my whole life. I used to wear loud clothes that were either completely ill-fitted because I chose trends over what suited my body; or I would hide under baggy pieces and garish prints because then you wouldn’t pay attention to what was underneath. And while its cute when you’re a chubby little freckle-face with curly hair at 7 years old; when you move to a new country at 24 that novelty has worn off.

But Hong Kong, despite it’s challenges, has been incredibly good to me in so many ways. And one of those ways is that I grew into comfort with myself, I became more of the woman I aspire to be and I learnt to be kind(er) to myself. Now while this is a lesson I am still learning and although there have been some setbacks; something inside me has changed. I have grown to love parts of my body and take care of what I put into it and how I treat it. Mind, body, spirit is a real thing and I think sometimes it is easier to gain control and consciousness of your inner self when you’re focused on and looking after your outer self.

As I mentioned in my previous post; I am going through some changes in my life (who isn’t?) and getting ready to start a new, albeit second chapter in Hong Kong. Coming home to PE  was coming home to grounding. I needed to get back on track and build up a foundation that has been shaken a bit in the past few months. I’ve spoken about needing a creative outlet and how this blog is a part of that; but so is getting dressed in the morning for me. I know it probably sounds mad to some people, superficial too; but fashion is such an important expression of identity for me. Putting outfits together and wearing something I am excited about has a direct effect on how I feel about myself and my presentation to the world. “Look good, feel better” kind of vibes, you know? But fashion doesn’t have to be outlandish to make an impact, and while I am at this point of building myself back up to where I want to be, there is a certain power that comes from not only wearing clothes I never used to think would fit, but wearing them with quiet inner confidence. Now that I’ve embraced more of my physical self and found that some previously unconsidered pieces do actually look good; basics have become staples and staples have turned into style. Sure, my personal style is definitely still evolving. In fact I don’t think I even have a specific look; but there is a general movement towards dressing for me and my body and that is a wonderful thing.

So there we go, this outfit is nothing fancy nor is it sartorially creative. It is simple, with a twist – because after all, it’s me and this is so much fun. But this is certainly an ensemble that I am only now coming to appreciate, placing its value in its simplicity. Don’t get me wrong; there has been plenty of fur and rediscovered old gems strutting their stuff throughout Port Elizabeth, but sometimes the most basic look can be the most effective.  And what is more basic a location than LITERALLY your very own back garden? Ya-huh.

I hope you guys enjoy this one and that somehow this post reminds you of your own strength and power. The world is in flux; so this is me telling you you’re magic. Go on.

Boots: Prato at Edgars (shoes that didn’t make it Hong Kong for round one and were rediscovered at the back of my closet three weeks ago)

Jeans: Pick ‘n Pay (yip you read that right)

T-shirt: H&M

Denim Jacket: Cotton On

Bag: Zara

Specs: Mr Price

Lipstick: Viva Glam by M.A.C (stolen from Mamma Mich)

I have been looking for the perfect cropped denim jacket ever since I used to steal Meryl’s in Hong Kong and take all the compliments for it.
this shot is actually me pulling my pants up but hey it worked. good eye, mich!



I mean you can’t see my eyes but YOLO

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thanks for shooting this with a cracked wrist honeyyyyyy.


those shoes were so dirty after this. ugh shame the things we do for fashion.




Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum



Oops, they did it again.

“New Year, New Me” clearly has not managed to infiltrate the stylist circle of Hollywood because the 2016 Golden Globes red carpet just killed me. The awards took place on Sunday (Sunday Not-So-Funday after watching these hideous frocks gallivant down the carpet) and as usual, I was disappointed. What is going on over there? Is there something in the ever-decreasing California water that has caused the disastrous style movement of wearing boring, been-there-worn-that pieces? Dejavu is no fun when what you’re seeing is a bunch of rubbish.

But all for a good cause – a Haute Hoodlum red carpet rant. The first of the year, nogal!

So sit back and get ready to start throwing your popcorn at the screen. Oh no wait, that’s not what this is…

this is like a knife to the heart. firstly, anyone who knows me knows how much I adore Eddie Redmayne and his style aesthetic. He has fun with fashion and effortlessly strays from the traditional path of a black and white tux. But his best accessory should be his wife and VADDIE FOK is going on with her? The dress is revolting and so badly tailored – the bust is so unflattering and those thick straps look like a sports bra. then there is that necklace that is too long and falls into her boobs and looks like what your 13 year old cousin made at market day at school.
to be perfectly honest I’m a little scared to put Jason Statham on here in case he gets wind of my insults and finds a way to hurt me (a genuine fear I used to have about that wrestler, The Undertaker, when I was 7). however, I’m a brave soul so here goes. this brown velvet blazer is so boxy and so mismatched to those pants, he looks like the dark chocolate candybar that never made it out of Willy Wonka’s testing room.
100% sure I had this dress in navy in 2007 and have subsequently burnt all pictures of me in because it is so ugly.
another one of last year’s superstars, Uzo Aduba from OITNB. my first problem is that sleeve – does it wrap aound the back of her like a seatbelt gone wrong? or a batwing that has lost it’s body? it’s too old for her. this is what Jane Fonda SHOULD have worn. or Dame Helen Mirren #grandmagoals.
sorry but who invited Kirsten Dunst to the Golden Globes? and where is the rest of her dress?
oh Amy. Amy, Amy, Amy. I get it. you’re sick of just being the funny girl who falls on red carpets and makes hilarious jokes about herself not being skinny enough for Hollywood. you’re brilliant at it. but you wanted something different and classic and elegant. what you got was boring and completely unsuited to who (I think) you are. and that hair needs to go home to it’s debutant ball in Alabama.
this woman was on my worst dressed lists pretty much all throughout the 2015 Awards Season. clearly she’s a creature of comfort.
oh my good Lord. Jane Fonda, do me a favour and go get changed into Uzo Aduba’s black sequined dress because this meringue cream puff is a DISASTER.
didn’t you wear this last year in a different colour? I know it must be very challenging for bigger woman to find beautiful, flattering dresses for these events but there is no need to have your already bad choices on a loop, Melissa.
oh Kate. you are such a style icon and so sensational. this is just so tired. maybe it wss an ode to Titanic and the heart of the ocean but in reality the only connection this dress has to the Titanic is how much it sunk to the bottom.


julianne-moore-golden-globes-2016 TOM FORD
this reminds me of that really cool bio-luminescence phenomenon you can see on the shore sometimes at night. but in a bad way. the way that Disney would use in a child’s animation when the princess gets lost in the forest. in fact I’m pretty sure that’s a still from when Snow White runs away from the huntsman and the forest comes alive and she collapses.


viola-davis-golden-globes-2016 MARCHESA
this really hurts me to do because I love Viola Davis. she is so often one of my favourite woman on the red carpet because she exudes strength and beauty and is not afraid to break fashion boundaries with her style choices. but this is too much. firstly, HAS SHE SEEN HER ARMS? I would bench press my worst enemy to have arms like that. so why would you cover them up, Viola? and then the ombre sparkle. it’s just not you. it doesn’t work. you need to stick to clean lines and pure colours, not this 1950s ballroom ballbuster.
it’s the draping. I just can’t. this dress would have been… fine… without those layers and layers of handkerchief sleeves falling behind her. the colour is pretty sensational on her but the sleeves are just too much, especially for such a petite woman. and the cowl neck also makes me want to vomit TBH.

These next few dresses I have a serious problem with. Nudes and neutrals can be a smash hit on the red carpet and there have been some exquiiiiiiiisite dresses in recent years that were on the skin-tone spectrum. But when I cannot tell where you end and your dresses begins, you’re going to be on this list. I do not wish to play and hide with you and what you’re wearing.

this Alexander McQueen would be so spectacular on anyone else. even another pasty patsy. but not on you, Rooney Mara. you look like a giant ball of skin and it’s giving me the creeps.


Amanda Peet, where are you?


is this person even real?
this could have worked. the colour is so beautiful on Leslie Mann and the bottom half of the dress is actually very pretty. but the top just frumps. and that necklace is so unnecessary. this is just a case of bad styling and an ill-fitting dress that ruins what could have been.


OH HELL NO KATY PERRY. I mean, we get it. you have boobs. but this dress looks like it is a size too small just so that you can show them off. and that’s not even the worst part. THAT BEEHIVE ON YOUR HEAD?!?!? honestly if there is a storm, avoid Katy Perry because her hair would be the highest point for lightning to strike.
another repeat of a dress I am almost certain Emmy Rossum has worn; just with her hair up in a quaff. BUH-HOR-RING.


maggie-gyllenhaal-golden-globes-2016 MARC JACOBS
hey Maggie, the waiting room from the 70s pyschedelic doctor called and it wants it’s wallpaper back.
again with the sleeves??? clearly you share a stylist with Jada Pinkett-Smith. or maybe Guiliana had an aerial yoga class that she got stuck in.

That’s it for now. Keep an eye open for the best-dressed list, because luckily for my heart and soul there are those who actually do it right.

Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum