We’ve all been there. You see someone on the street, in a shop or on a casual afternoon Facebook stalk. You like their outfit. They’re rocking that difficult shade of orange – a tone somewhere between rust and radioactive tangerine. They’ve done their hair exactly how you’ve been trying to do yours for years. And – critically – they’ve somehow managed to master the art of casually draping a blazer over their shoulders while presumably still being able to perform basic daily functions like Instagramming.
Cosmo Girls are something of a significant cultural reference – the magazine is a byword across both sides of the Atlantic for the handbag bible of the sophisticated, glossy-haired, power-suited career girl. She knows what she wants, and how she wants to get it. From Elle Woods’s declaration post-case win in Legally Blonde (any Cosmo Girl knows her perm technology, right?) to the “Cosmo Dream” (great clothes, great sex, great job, great friends, great cocktails), Cosmopolitan is synonymous with the fashionable independent woman and her world. But that’s not to forget it’s also a high-production glossy magazine (and website): busy, driven by hard work, and a dedicated team of editors, stylists, creatives and journalists. Luckily for OxStu Fashion, Rosie Mullender – Cosmo UK’s Fashion Features Editor, and the woman responsible for overseeing the magazine’s journalistic content – was kind enough to take the time out and answer some questions I had about her career at one of the most famous magazines in the world. (more…)
So at last we come to my final day, and in honour of the occasion I decided to crank the culotte count up to four. Yes, my ankles have decided to come out for one last hurrah before they are relegated to the socks and boots of the British winter (my knees are already resigned to their fate). Clad in my favourite crops, I was doing my best, as ever, to look like a walking ASOS advert, when the Grazia team presented me with a goodbye card and a gift voucher. For ASOS. I almost shed a tear. And so I spent my final few hours at work subtly online shopping, concealed by the fort-like structure I had constructed on my desk of back issues. (more…)
In an effort not to appear entirely self-obsessed, today I am featuring the creative talents of someone else for a change. Check out this hypnotic and slightly trippy work of art by… Actually, I have no idea who it is by. I just thought my outfit would look good in front of it. The beginning of my day was spent doing mind-numbing transcribing, punctuated only by the usual arrival of cakes around lunchtime, served in that new darling of the culinary world – beloved by hipster foodies and Pinterest boards everywhere – a jar. (more…)
Jacket, ASOS Africa; Cami, Topshop; Trousers, ASOS; Watch, Guess.
As I was sitting today researching trendy hangouts in Paris for a Fashion Week feature – a.k.a. the kinds of places frequented by people who wouldn’t touch the word “trendy” with their ten-foot cigarettes – I found myself with a quite understandable brûlée-ing desire for some French fare. More specifically, something sweet. And by five o’clock this evening, my editor had begun to resemble a giant croissant. It also just so happens that in an act of foolish clumsiness akin to vomiting on Carrie Bradshaw’s shoes, last night I dropped an entire tray of cupcakes destined for the eighteen-month-old on the kitchen floor. Literally taking candy from a baby. Now the French really do know how to put the complex in complex carbohydrates, but there IS a Hummingbird Bakery on my way home from work and I had to atone for my sins, so that had to do for the site of my religieuse experience. And calories don’t really count when you’re buying something as a gift for someone else, non?