Wants

This week - as all others - has seen me working with clothes through the week, working with clothes at the weekend, and looking at clothes for the majority of all other times. It's a torture that I regularly put myself through, but one which I cannot stop. Well I could stop the window browsing, but then what would I do?

Being suffocated in designer wares Monday to Friday, and high-end-high street Saturday, Sunday, I have done nothing but spoil myself. Topshop will no longer suffice, and despite the incentive, Urban Outfitters continually fails me. That said, my meagre earnings cannot warrant the wardrobe I would like, and so complementing my rooted hair, I have subconsciously put myself on fashion strike.

Granted that defeats the whole point of a fashion blog, but with little other choice I am putting my faith in the goods housed within my 70's, lacquered wood, wardrobe.  I have plenty of vintage and high street, and with a welcome smattering of emerging designers, I think the next couple of weeks will see me alright. There is almost no alternative.

Until tomorrow's work outfit, may I leave you with my picks of the week. Things I want, want, want, but may never get.

Acne Pistols

Acne Cilia Suede Coat 

New York 

Ash x