It’s that time of year again: the quest for the ultimate summer dress has officially started. As temperatures FINALLY begin to rise, style seekers are gunning for a great gúna (okay, several) to induce some long overdue wardrobe whimsy.
Most folks put foodstuffs and ice-cubes in the freezer, at times a warm bottle of wine when needs must. I, on the other hand, use mine to kill moths – all of the fecking moths.
I’m not a quitter. Granted, I am a staunch believer in the art of letting go (hello, decluttering!) but only when something has outlived its sell-by-date. When something is brand spanking new and in need of a good wearing, I take an active interest in fulfulling its manifest destiny.
It’s officially open-toe season and you know what that means, folks: FEAR – abject, unadulterated fear and a side of loathing for good measure.
The turtleneck was a good call. Standing atop of Shandon Hill on a windy February day warrants layers and, had I thought of it, those nifty heat patches from Dealz. Still and all, it wasn’t raining…yet. As photoshoots go, this was my first for the Irish Examiner on the other side of the camera in Cork. Having recently moved from Dublin, I went from blow-in to blown-out of it as our #BTS shots on Instagram hilariously demonstrate. Never let it be said though that fashion and function can’t peacefully coexist.