Is that new?!?

Three irritating little words that signify my philosophy of reinvention…

Is that new?” Womankind has turned these words into a common catchphrase. It’s a trite question, which never ceases to aggravate me. I am asked this at the start of every new fashion season. In fact, when I think back, I’ve been asked the question all my adult life.

It can grate when a friend asks, but it’s worse when it comes from a random colleague or acquaintance, who sees me wearing a piece they’ve obviously never seen before.

My vexed, silent reaction is “Do you know the entire contents of my wardrobe?” “Have you even seen my dressing room much less?” The fact is, I myself am often surprised by what I discover within my boxes and trunks. That’s why it’s so easy to tell white lies to your partner when quizzed because how would he really know? Whether you’re a spendthrift or shopaholic someone, somewhere will inquire…

OK, so I wear a different outfit everyday and am therefore wide open to subjection, but honestly, at times I’d prefer to be asked: “Didn’t you sleep well last night?” or: “Have you put on weight?!”

I know this is an unusual rant for me but I’ll end on a positive note by saying everyday
is a new day and everyday is an opportunityfor reinvention. “Is that new?” can be seen
as an acknowledgement or validation of this.

For those of you who feel my pain, let’s be open to those three little words and take it as a compliment – not an intrusion – and always (well sometimes) answer truthfully
with a smile…

© Karma-Style 2010

‘Malfunction Junction’

I was at another cool party in London on a perfect summer’s evening. Looking very chic and relaxed (if I say so myself) mingling and chatting away to various friends and strangers as the Champagne and cocktails flowed, admiring the amazing views from the balcony and discussing the owners’ fight to keep property developers from ruthlessly blocking the views of the beautiful art-deco building we were in.

I hadn’t seen Miss Moya (one of the guests who lived in the building) for ages. In classic tradition we talked our way back into the lounge. She began to tell me about a new play she had written, soon to be produced by Radio 4. We sat down, chuckling childishly as the effects of alcohol set in, at one point trying to remember the name of the very kind warder* in Prisoner Cell block H (Australian soap from the 1980s). Suddenly, without warning I heard and felt the zip of my new “looks extremely expensive but was cheap and cheerful” strapless black jumpsuit come apart at a rapid rate! I felt a definite breeze at my left side. I carried on talking in shock for a minute or so. I looked down and knew I had to act fast, my zip had busted in both directions from the waist outwards to my thigh and bustline! - It was one almighty 'Malfunction Junction' - Oh hell no!!

Moya’s alacrity to tell me all about her play and my eagerness to listen was halted in an instant by my muted, panicked cry for help - “Moy-yaa, my zip’s busted and I’m totally exposed LOOK!!!” - She did, and subtlely shrieked “Ohh myyyy!!” The military operation began in silence; I got up, holding my sides and edged to the bathroom with Moya casually shuffling and shielding me. We locked ourselves away from the other partygoers and began fighting with the zip to get it to the bottom, in order to get it back up to the top! Breaking out in sweats and cracking up laughing with each try, I would turn to one side and look completely clothed and normal, then turn to the other and my underwear and body was in full display! We were in a penthouse in Westminster but I swear it wasn’t that kind of party! Even without the Champagne high it would have been just as hilarious. Moya was a star, we worked tirelessly as a team, one of us holding the sides, the other trying to zip up desperate to fix the friggin’ thing, but unfortunately we couldn't…

How could I go out and face all those people! Then I remembered I had packed a cashmere cardi in my bag. Being a Londoner (and stylist) I’ve learnt to be ready for all types of weather (refer to New Age weather article in Matchbox). Once on, it camouflaged beautifully - Phew!! I partied on carefully into the early hours.

The moral of this story - with a certain type of outfit be prepared for a ‘Malfunction Junction’ because you never know.

A big shout out and thank you to Miss Moya for having my back and keeping your cool. No-one else at the party was none the wiser (until we shared it with the girls later).

*Meg Jackson was the warder’s name.

© Karma-Style 2010

Supajam by name, Supajam by nature

The Supajam Final 2010

It was 8.15pm when Steph and I arrived at the Pigalle club. Our picture was taken upon entry by a photographer we jokingly called D'Artagnan because of his moustache. People slowly filled the cool intimate space. A young guy weaves through a quite mature mixed, muso crowd with a half-blond, half-brunette head – must be in a band. I review the line-up and make a mental note not to get confused with ‘The Gin Riots’ and the ‘New Riots’ while blogging!
Whilst waiting for it all to begin we start playing a game, trying to pinpoint band members within the crowd of around 150 people already in the venue, there is a Justin Beiber look-a-like among us too. The DJ is playing some cool refreshingly unrecognisable (to me anyway) tunes – great basslines. Man sets up the stage slowly. I assumed the judges would be on the balcony overhead – it had a good vantage of the stage.

We were told that the bands would perform 3 songs each.

By 9.05pm we had seen 2 bands: The Gin Riots and Ryan Sheridan.

The Gin Riots

The lead singer has a great voice and wears a tattered leather jacket. Stretched-out necks on tees and plaid shirts are some of what was worn by the band. However the guitarist on the right, is the only one who seems to have made some effort – donning a blazer and shirt. This band needs more of a visual stage presence but very talented all the same.

Ryan Sheridan

Another distinctive great voice. He’s scruffy but clean and wears army fatigue green t-shirt, he has a muffin top which spilled over a studded belt, and wore a dodgy hat - all a no-no – he and his fellow bongo player have great potential for a style reinvention. My favourite act so far - he makes you really want to listen to his lyrics – fabulous! Also liked his interaction with the crowd. I think; how do two men create those sounds with just a guitar and a pair of bongos? Amazing!

Some Velvet Morning

Are all dressed in black and definitely styled although not sure by who. Their look and sound reminds me of ‘The Police’. Great voices – a three member band, two of which look like brothers. They keep my attention. 1st tune not sure I like, 2nd tune is banging! Bad boy musician on the bass - WOW! Good interaction with the crowd. It’s now 10pm and it’s packed with 350 people and its hot up in there!! I liked the drummer’s style. This band had the best image/style so far.

She’s a boy

As they got ready to come on I thought yes they are styled, especially their hair and have a laid back French look. One guy is very attractive. When the lead singer starts to sing I want to laugh, I think it’s because they don't sound French at all - no accents - in fact there seems to be quite a conscious effort to sound British. The jury is out….preferred the 2nd tune – my least favourite band, albeit great musicians. And anyway I’m a stylist what do I know!

New Riots

Last on, but by no means least. This band’s style is skateboarder meets punk rocker. The lead singer has a Mohican (haven’t seen one of those in a while). Definite style statements all over this band. The drummer has a tee that says on the front ‘Don’t say shit’ and on the back ‘Plead the fifth’ – I think good advice. The band had six members including a horn section; topless sax player with shoulder and lower back tattoos, I interpret them as cool accessories - he’s hot too and there’s a trumpet player - it’s him! The guy with the half-blond/half brunette head – he was in the band – this band. A very energetic bunch you can’t stand still watching this lot. I liked them.

Finally at around 11pm, after the judges’ deliberation…the winner was RYAN SHERIDAN!! Who humbly and graciously accepted his prize after being MIA for short while after his name was announced!

The right choice – The judges were spot on in my opinion.

Ryan Sheridan is brilliant! I can see a big bright global future ahead.

Message to Ryan: When you’re ready for a fab stylist who’ll give you a low-key organic look, and are willing to lose that silly hat – Call me.

Can’t wait for more Supajam events, until then..keep jamming!

Photography: Nick Redman

"Bargain in the Bag"

The recent purchase of a mint condition 1960s/70s Saint Laurent Rive Gauche dress is one of my all-time bargain buys from one of my all time favourite designers. Saint Laurent was the first couturier to create a prêt-a-porter line Rive Gauche, and one of the first to feature black models.

My latest bargain hunt started with a trip to Sloane Street and ended in Milan, Italy…

It was one of my scruffy Sundays as I was only meeting my girlfriends at the local deli for a quick coffee and catch up, which turned into a tube ride to Knightsbridge on the hunt for a good sale – dangerous! The sample sale was in the basement at Jitrois. This store specialises in the finest leather. It’s funny because once I’m in the ‘zone’ I forget where I am, it could be Zara or an ultra-exclusive store like Jitrois. The focus is on hunting through the rails and trying on, searching for that quality bargain buy. I left with the most exquisite pair of white stretch leather high-waisted shorts. Original price tag was £1,250, I paid £125!

For my birthday, a few weeks later, I went on a three-region tour of Northern Italy with my fellow friend and shopaholic, Mrs M, we toured and shopped – sheer bliss! On the second leg of our tour we happened upon this vintage boutique in Garibaldi, Milan. We filled the shop with superlatives, in awe at the gorgeous fresh-smelling pieces and must-free experience. (Italy has reignited my love of buying vintage as in London I’m often put off from shopping by the stench in some of our shops!) And there it was, my pièce de résistance: an unassuming black dress with a silk chiffon polka-dot cape collar and a surprising twist – a low, curved back. And it looked amazing! At 210 euros it was a bargain but I bartered the owner down to 140! I rest my case.
Mrs M’s pièce de résistance? An amazing art deco shark skin (looks like black leather) and wooden clutch for a fab price too….

We bought lots more, but the guilt of spending stops me from divulging. Beside ourselves with glee, we left on a real high - knowing a true zeitgeist piece and bargain was in the bag…..

1960s/70s Saint Laurent dress

1950s Couture dress from the Côte d'Azur

Photography by Yohanna Akladious
Hair & make-up by me

Appropriate attire - Is there really such a thing?

Let’s think about this one…as you all know by now I like to keep a “certain level of decorum”. There are times when decorum flies straight out of the window…for instance, last week I wore a Calvin Klein mini jean dress as I walked around the streets of LDN it gradually rode up to, in the words of my “Shero” Oprah, my va-jay-jay! OMG! Thank goodness I had my cardi-coat over the dress and free hands to keep pulling it down! If I hadn’t, the spectacle would have been hilarious from an onlookers’ perspective – the mini-dress that gets more mini before your very eyes!! That day I literally ended up on the floor in the said dress and had to manoeuvre around at a very low level – (it’s so not what you think!) I actually didn’t realise or think about it until after the event what could possibly have been on show?!! Oh dear! In that instance I didn’t care, as the bigger picture usurped any modesty issues. Anyway the dress was still respectable as my personal style doesn’t allow for ‘hoochie-mama’ as a defining look.

Last week I wore a classic black day dress – a v-stylish and unassuming loose fitting number. One small detail, a wide ‘v’ neckline, appropriate for many…well, looks are deceiving with this one, if I bend forward without clutching my arm across my chest, anyone and everyone in front of me gets a clear line of sight to my Victoria’s secret ensemble underneath!! Ummm not good! Maybe I’m too aware, as there are many times when I see other women who are not ‘bovvered” in the slightest. Take this woman on the tube the other day, in a mid-length mini skirt but as she sat, became a bit too mini for comfort and to top it off, she sat with legs akimbo, not crossed or knees together, just spread with no shame! My fair lady I think not.

My thoughts are you can’t really hide what you naturally or unnaturally possess, as it’s all about shape and form, even if you don’t choose to openly display, and as women (and men) have the freedom in the west to wear whatever we choose (depending on religion and culture). Unless I wear a nun’s habit the whole time, too much visual info will happen at some point. So, within reason there’s no such thing as ‘appropriate attire’ in this context, because someone somewhere will always be offended and in turn, someone somewhere will always have a smile brought to their face.

This applies to men also – whether it’s their torso on show; too much of a hairy chest or not enough etc. etc. I’ll stop there as I could really take it there on the examples, you know what I mean. As long as we bring a balance to what’s on or not on display and are secure in ourselves - it’s all good.

Seriously though, legs akimbo whatever you’re wearing as a female is not a great look. There definitely has to be a “certain level of decorum” – don’t you think?

© Karma-Style 2010

“Get up! Stand up to bullies!”

It has been my experience that when you’re picked on, picked at, singled out or subject to any form of harassment at the hands of people (adults or children) that I believe, hate themselves when they look in the mirror for whatever reason. The self-hatred can take one of many forms; ugly, fat, tall, short, poor, unintelligent, unpopular, no confidence etc. some will take any of these insecurities and instead of acceptance or motivating themselves to be positive and do something about whatever, will look outside to another person or persons to vent and project their bitterness and anger. Real losers - with a capital ‘L’ (am also making the sign). These no-life, low-life miserable, seemingly heartless beings feel the need to spread unhappiness in a disturbed fashion.

There are different levels as we know, extreme situations that you have seen and heard in the news recently to what I myself have experienced over the years. This behaviour is everywhere, in classrooms, playgrounds, offices and communities everywhere. It saddens me greatly; my personal experiences have been mainly at the hands of other women unfortunately. Many a time, (especially when I was younger) I’ve felt like physically fighting back, but instead always brought forth a higher level of intelligence and sophisticated style of dealing with these people. What has worked for me is I’ve never visually looked like I was ‘under’ it, however bad I felt inside. My wonderful mother taught me that invaluable lesson.

For what is worth, this is my method of standing up to bullies. Firstly: Always look as if you’re on top of the world, however much you feel ground down – DON’T look it! Secondly: Always keep your head up and walk with your theme tune/s in your head – I always have three! For example; “Get up! Stand up! by The Wailers..” then in slips “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley to “Let it be” Jennifer Hudson’s version. Bob Marley lifts my confidence and Jennifer Hudson my spirit. I don’t know what I’d do without music, I really don’t. Thirdly: Remember that whatever you go through it will pass and only good can come and last but not least, have a good support network of friends, family whoever is happy to be there for you and help you through – this is priceless.

Let’s outstyle these bullies, sartorially, spiritually and intellectually…


“Get up! Stand up! Stand up for your rights..Get up! Stand up!.. so now you see the light stand up for your rights..Get up! Stand up! Don’t give up the fight!

And remember not to…

“Worry about a thing cos’ everythings gonna be alright!…rise up this morning smile with the rising sun, three little birds beside my doorstep…singing don’t worry about a thing cos’ everything little thing gonna be alright! …this is my message to you hoo-hooo…

© Karma-Style 2010

The Battle of Hermès

The battlefield: a meeting room! It was the kind of meeting that had an "off-the-charts" awkward intensity. There were seven of us, two of whom were the 'Generals'. As the battle of business, integrity and legal positions commenced. I pondered which chapter/s in Sun Tzu’s The Art of War would define their positions. I really did!?! The men in question who I’ll refer to as 'Hermès 1' and 'Hermès 2' had acute similarities; extremely articulate, passionate Englishmen of a similar class and professional standing. But more importantly, both were wearing Hermès ties!! A Hermès tie is, without a doubt a status symbol of wealth, power and presence which only certain men can carry off or indeed should wear.

Hermès 1, who came into the space to be heard and respected, looked impeccable and immaculate – with his tie peeping out of his layered look (his armour). He meant business in every way. Hermès 2, who had given the platform had a casual, relaxed business look but and a big but (not literally!) wore his tie openly, no jacket - this was his space. Their looks accentuated their stances.

Their style and character revealed them as true individuals. I can’t help but see everything through the lens of style. So many messages…the rest of us in the room were mere spectators – there were no raised voices and neither one was going to be bullied or taken advantage of – that was the clear message. I sat fearful with bated breath in a meeting I really didn’t want to be in, yet had to be in…

...So, who won the Battle of Hermès? I truly believe they both came out victorious, that isn’t me being diplomatic, I mean it, and in time it’ll become apparent. Afterwards, I kept thinking how powerful clothing is as a communication tool. I wore a red dress just in case you were wondering. I wear red to bring positivity. I consciously wore it that day hoping to bring some to the proceedings.

Another experience that totally reinforces my view on how fundamental style/fashion is, and that I love it for all the right reasons. I thought back to what I’ve worn in the past to take a stand or make a strong statement, and remembered some key moments in my life...

What do you wear when preparing for war? My advice: remember to always start with love...

Peace man ♥

© Karma-Style 2010

‘Menfem’ or just too fem?

Last week, as I meandered through the oncoming crowd to the Central line at Oxford Circus - there he was, coming towards me - it was like the parting of the waves – at that moment I saw no-one else among the hundreds of commuters but him…This wasn’t because of an instant trigger of attraction - Hell no! I was taken aback for a very different reason. This 20-something man had the tightest, fitted outfit I’ve ever seen on a straight man that was not on a stage performing or a bodybuilder!!

Picture this...the skinniest skinny jeans that put the original wearers of the said jean (old school rockers like Iggy Pop or Steven Tyler) to shame. On top; his waistcoat and t-shirt had so much Lycra his girlfriend must surely wear them too. His footwear; ultra-pointy patent shoes – enough already!! Topping it off literally, his hair, styled and straightened to perfection into what can only be described as a forward-swept mullet. The look was ultra-fem.

Men’s fashion over the last decade has gradually taken on a female slant and the result, a blend of masculine and feminine that a lot more men are wearing with pride nowadays. After seeing that guy I asked myself why didn’t I find that look attractive? Why was I uncomfortable with seeing a straight man embrace this look and be comfortable in it? Am I too old school? Yes I am yet very new school. I love it when a man is groomed, tailored and stylish, what I don’t love is when this new-age masculinity is taken too far.

I study style and fashion on daily basis, and love looking at men and women and am intrigued by what people wear. I think of young teenage couples I’ve seen out and about in London, there have been so many times at a glance I thought were a same-sex couple, when in fact, after closer inspection have turned out to be a boy and a girl!!

These looks which I call ‘Menfem’ give men much more style choices as the fit creates a look that can really define personal style and I’m definitely up for that. It’s just not a look I’d want my man to adopt. I equate a ‘real’ man (whatever that means) with a more masculine tailored fit and look, skintight and girly just doesn’t do it for me. For instance, I’ve always loved Prince in so many ways, but his feminine look/style has never made me fancy him in the slightest. Am I being too narrow-minded? Tell me if I am, as I understand this is a sign of the times – ever-changing, morphed roles for men and women. This blend, switch or confusion is so evident and also reflected in fashion.

Look around you - what do you see?

© Karma-Style 2010

Mandela and McQueen - A tribute to two kings

Yesterday, the 11th February 2010 was a strange day of mixed emotions. A fashion genius passed away on the very day that Nelson ‘Madeba’ Mandela walked to freedom from his incarceration 20 years ago. I am old enough to remember that day, yet was too young at the time to truly understand its significance. My heart and soul felt it without me realising. My heart and soul felt it when I heard about Alexander McQueen. Two total strangers who have made an impact on my life.

My mind raced back and forth, full of random thoughts…..that Mandela and McQueen have real similarities – echoes in their characters. They were/are historic trailblazers, breaking down boundaries with the courage to stand up for what they believed in. Both were revolutionaries and revolutionary. Mandela, in his lifelong quest to banish social injustice and to free humankind’s hearts and minds. McQueen, in his lifelong quest to change the art of fashion and free its hearts and minds. Mandela changed the face of history. McQueen changed the face of fashion history, both succeeded with passionate rebellion! They were born to do it.

At some point that day, James Brown’s song “It’s a man’s world, but it wouldn’t mean nothing! Without - a woman or a ga-irrl..” filtered through from the next door neighbour and immediately Winnie (Mandela’s ex wife) and Joyce (McQueen’s mother) sprung to mind as well as the words strength and support.

Over the years they were given so many labels to define ‘who they were’; controversial, terrorist, bad boy, rebel, enfant terrible. In my eyes, McQueen was, in all his glory, a modern day Vivienne Westwood and an Avant Garde Valentino and Mandela, a JFK, Gandhi, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King rolled up in one.

I feel sad that a rare talent is gone so soon. McQueen’s creations will always show us that it’s ok to be different, a leader and a free spirit. A smile then comes to my face when the song “Freeee Nel-son Mand-del-laaa” plays around in my head..ummm a strange day indeed…

From them, there are many lessons we can learn, they have shown us all to live an imperfect and brilliant life – one that is truly and only ours.

The difference I do see is that all the tribulations Mandela has lived through he appears to have 'cleansed' himself of the inner and outer demons in his life. It could be said that McQueen possibly did not. Tragedy always brings about change but we must not forget so does Joy.

King Nelson – A true, honest, global king of humanity and equality and King Alexander – A true, honest, king of global fashion and art. Karma-Style salutes and celebrates you – Thank you for the inspiration.

© Karma-Style 2010

‘Dressing’ for a date - a cautionary tale

How one simple dress stopped me from looking like a fool when I felt like one..

About a year ago, it began with a laid back build up to what was to be a 1-on-1 evening with my kind friend Bob*. We spoke regularly, catching up on life/work and the universe. One evening he said “You always have fun – let's do something fun one night?” I said yes and he said he would think of something for us to do. (Note: the word Us)
From his tone I thought, “Is he organising a date or what?” These days you never know! The night was a Friday. We were friends, so I decided to take it as such (even though there was definate mutual attraction).

So…what to wear? I have a variety of what I call ‘Friday dresses’ versatile outfits with more juooosh than an every day work number but nothing over-the-top. I made a conscious decision (premonition) NOT to ‘dress’ for a date, as one: It’s not my style, two: wanted to look good for my own self-esteem as well as wear something he’d appreciate and three: it smacks of desperation. So my figure hugging Isabel de Cat dress was out and my Manoush 60’s style above the knee woollen smock dress was in. No believe me - it’s a fab dress..

Friday came; I left work and went straight home. Didn’t really feel like going out as that morning became my time of the month. So, if plans changed I was home already and could just chill. I’d just got out of the shower when he called to tell me it had been a full-on week and he hadn’t had time to sort anything out, so would I like to join him and his friend John* (Okkkk?) at their members club blah blah. I accepted and said I’d be there in an hour…Ladies, I so took my time getting ready seeing as he already had company. Can I get an Amen?! I thought of my good friend Tanya* who I’d blown out that same night, was slightly peeved as if I’d known she could’ve come with.

When I got there, I sat in between them and felt like I was on live tv! After a glass of sauvignon I relaxed somewhat. The evening continued with us chatting and drinking away. At some point John*, left the club as he had to be up early in the morning - so he said.

Bob* and I carried on, the conversation just flowed. His phone had been ringing a few times during the evening. This time when it rang he answered and began directing someone up to the floor where we were. Seconds later Pebble* appeared (when I relayed this story to one of my girlfriends she said I quote “..Anyway, how can you take someone called 'Pebble*' seriously, it's not even a real name!") I digress; When she saw me the look on her face is one I will never forget! I also thought “Oh no he didn’t!” Turns out this pretty young lady (I give credit where it’s due) was quote: “This girl I’ve been seeing.” 

The level of awkwardness rose to an unbearable high. Staccato conversation ensued, at points I zoned out. Not long after Pebble* arrived she went for a cigarette break outside – a long one, which I assumed included a call to a girlfriend to try to get to grips with the situation. That was my cue to take myself and my ‘Friday dress’ the hell up out of there – Can I get an Amen?! I called Addison Lee - I could be in Timbuktu and they’d come to my rescue – they came in record time. So, off home I went in my cab. Three’s a crowd and all that crap...

So ladies, you can imagine how mortified I would have been if I hadn’t got it a little but totally twisted that night and instead opted for a little black number or sexy similar. Well, to be honest, blatant seduction has never been my style. It was just my mind that got it wrong. Imagine if it were both that would have been just horrible!

What happened afterwards? Whether I was misled by or I misread Bob. That night definitely gave me clarity. We are still friends and have agreed that’s all we’ll ever be. Yes there’s an attraction, the good thing is, it’s not love…

What I do LOVE though - my ‘Friday dresses’ especially the Manoush one, it holds a special place in my wardrobe for very obvious reasons...


*I've so obviously changed the names. I don't know any guy called Bob in their early 30s nor do I know anyone called Pebble ... ;)

© Karma-Style 2010

Am I the only woman on the fashion planet that hates….UGG boots?!

A long awaited rant….

I was on the tube today and in my section alone 7 out of 10 women were wearing them!! What the UGG! The clue is in the brand name for sure. I tell you why I can’t stand them; they look cheap, are shapeless, unattractive and oh so common!

When, on any other occasion would any style-conscious woman buy boots in sandy biege?! Yes I said beige; don’t give me all that “they are chestnut” nonsense. The signature colour is sandy beige that in itself is one of the biggest fashion footwear crimes of the noughties, in fact ever! What the UGG! So many usually stylish folk have fallen victim to one of the most successful marketing campaigns of the decade. I take my hat off to the makers for that and that only.

And don’t get me started on the cream fluffy lining. Are they not a remake of the 70’s sheepskin coat in the form of a boot? I’ve googled a picture below for your viewing pleasure...Ummm!

And another thing how much are they? Not cheap that’s for sure! The people I know who own a pair always defend them by saying “Ohh but they are so warm!” I actually feel embarrassed when I’m walking with anyone wearing them. It’s true - I have to keep it real.

Fashion/able they maybe but style/ish they ain’t! People - please don’t be sheep (pardon the pun) find your own unique fabulous pair of Autumn/Winter boots that tick all the boxes for practicality, fashion and style. There are many gorgeous alternatives please see below (from my own collection).

Black Gianni Melani fur-lined bling detail

Purple Pompili patent and rabbit fur

Maybe I am the only woman on the planet who hates them and will NEVER own a pair but trust me you devotees out there, if in time there is any photographic evidence or memory of them being worn, you will look back, cringe and say to yourself and whoever’s listening “What the UGG was I thinking!?! Those boots were sooo UGGly!!!

That rant felt good! I am indeed ready for the backlash…UGG devotees bring it on ;)

© Camille Adomakoh – Karma Style

My Style entry into twenty-ten and a new decade!

London, 8pm, New Year’s Eve 2009

The Karma-Style theme for the night: Relaxed glamour

It all began with this Nicole Fahri leather skirt.

One of my fave winter staples, sexy and warm! Everything else had to work with it. I was determined.

So, I added a touch of bling rock chic with this ZN 100% tee – keeping it light on top.

Yes I ironed the bottom of it before wearing!

Then a Glam-POP of colour! Costume Nationale fitted silk satin blazer. Cost a bit a few years back – worth every penny though.

I prayed to the universe: “Please let no-one spill a drop of anything on this tonight!”

Next, my Gucci slingbacks (bought in Milan c.1999)..I love them so. These are living proof that it pays to look after your wardrobe.

I look a bit lop-sided don't I? Not a drop of Champagne had passed my lips at this point, honest!

 Too many things to deal with..don't move..hold in stomach and got to leave soon. Oh Geez! Anything else!

I'm tall, so a full-length shot is quite a challenge..

Another prayer: "I know I live in London but PLEASE no rain - not tonight!"

Can you read what this says? So many that night tried but no-one could..ummm I wonder why..

Wore sparkly gold hoops, no other jewellery. I'm sure you'd agree didn't need anything else. As you can see a size zero I am not.

The whole outfit came together perfectly I’m pleased to say, with no drama and no changes..A perfect way to enter a new the way my prayers were answered.

Hair: Tamed the 'fro
Make-up: Light and subtle

My personal style entrance into the new year and decade.

Oh yes, the bag I wore was a simple black leather (not obviously) Fendi clutch - sorry no pics, totally forgot.

So..what do you think?

p.s. This is my first WIW (What I Wore) blog. I ummed and ahhhed about publishing (because of my insecurities) want to give people who don't know me more of an insight. After all I am a fashion blogger.