The Boot

The longer you intern, the closer you feel to having that dream job. While you come home each day - if you're lucky - with enough to cover your half sandwich and banana from Pret, and five mile bus journey that takes over forty minutes, because you spend your days with people on a salary, it almost comes as a shock when you can't find enough change for a pint of milk at the end of the day. 

Gone are my days of frivolousness and in their place are long hours wistfully trying to think myself thin and magic up outfits just as good as those I see in the office day in, day out. It doesn't end there though; come the weekend I head to my other job where most people work for a full time wage, yet again lusting after shoes, dresses, and lifestyles that are just that little bit out of reach. 

I used to endeavor to fill my wardrobe with little inklings of designer, but while I love the items I already have, I now realize that combing the sale rails at Harvey Nic's was the wrong approach. I should have been in Urban Outfitters desperately seeking out the only brand that anyone who's anyone really cares about; Acne. 

The brand that's so cool, it's not at all cool, but at the same time way cooler than anything else (especially me, using the word "cool"), it's the decisive marker in not only the style stakes, but also the ladder of success. 

Take the much coveted Pistol boots. Everyone has them; just like the dip dye, it's a staple uniform piece. Relatively attainable on the price wise (£370), they are an investment buy that mean more than just the fact you are sickeningly fashionable, they are a statement piece of footwear that scream "I am an accomplished individual who can afford to be in debt to fashion!". 

Laid back nonchalance is one of the reasons - the amazingly subtle designs the other - that Acne has such fashion mass appeal.  Just like I once read that listening to Belle & Sebastian is a lifestyle choice, Acne is one in the same. If you have the boots you're in, if you're currently without then take that as a reminder you are a mere outsider. 

Here, here to the day I swap my Bertie brogues for a smooth, leather, Pistol. 

Ash x