On Monday the plan was for Nisha and I to haunt campus in our capacity as magazine editors and photograph people wearing good knitwear. We’d agreed that knitwear is a university staple, especially ugly/ironic styles, so we wanted to showcase UCL’s array of knits in the next issue of the university magazine. Unfortunately, something about Monday meant that good/bad knits were few and far between, although we did get a few gems.
I thought this would be as good a day as any to wear my own favourite item of knitwear, which is a Whistles cardigan that I desired so much when it belonged to my mother that she finally caved and gave it to me. I get lots of compliments whenever I wear it, and I just think it’s deliciously cute and frivolous.
(DISCLAIMER: I do not use the language department at UCL to take photos in regularly. It was too windy outside and my skirt kept swishing away so we went inside to do this!)
Cardigan : Whistles
T-shirt : H&M
Skirt : Topshop
Shoes : Evans
Face : same as ever, but lips are No. 7 lipstick in Gay Geranium. Is that not the best name ever?
Ring : a present from Beth, bought in Oliver Bonas
In the afternoon, after class, I went to a café with my friend Finn (who takes beautiful beautiful photos). He is generally an all-round stylish chap, and although he looks fairly unhappy in this photo (that’s what a couple of hours in my company does to you), I hope his dashing eye for style fills him with joy on a regular basis.
Jacket : Thrasher
Shirt : charity shop in Lyon
Trousers : Uniqlo
Skate shoes : Converse
Hat : Krooked
Bag : American Apparel (? this is unconfirmed but I believe it to be true)