Friday, 27 March / Paris Wardrobe

Paris usurped my excitable expectations. From Satine to Gil Pender, my obsession with the city of love has been shaped through an adoration of Paris-related films, books, poems and even soundtracks. I swung into the city and all it's amenities with a Quasimodo enthusiasm and apparently returned with an abundance of Paris intertextualities (I'll try refrain from any more character references). 

I guess what I looked forward to as much as La tour Eiffel and scoffing on steak and frites, was my wardrobe. Sad as it may seem, Carrie Bradshaw has inbuilt an admiration for Parisian chic within me that was only emphasised by strolling the "rues" of France's capital. I opted for my usual palette of monochrome, blended with comfort, and an alarmingly large pair of shades (go big or go home). I thought about piecing together a little Paris diary but, in truth, we relied heavily on GQ's guide for food and popped into whichever cafe looked the cosiest for caffeine stops throughout our time there. 

If there's one thing you have to do in Paris, besides the obvious and incredible touristy stops, it is head to Ferdi. The service, the atmosphere, the interior and the BURGERS were beyond my wildest dreams. Though it may not align with the French foodie cliche, it was such a great experience for my nut-allergy suffering and eternally nervous self. We ate there 2 nights, with the exact same order, and no regrets.  

So here's a lookbook of a few of my outfits worn during our time, captured by my wannabe paparazzi boyfriend. 

DAY 1
HM, Boux Avenue, Zara, Adidas


DAY 2
HM, New Look (customised culottes), Adidas, Primark





DAY 3
David BeckhamxHM, Zara, Primark, Adidas





DAY 4
Vero Moda, HM, Zara



 (Steps from Midnight in Paris: we were too excited about this)


So rather photo heavy.. I'll use this post as an outfit archive but will pop a few more images up in the future that are my personal favourites.


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Sunday, 8 March / Some Sunday Thoughts

Today marks an impressive day in my university calendar. Setting my alarm for 6.30 then snoozing for a minimum of 30 minutes is a far too regular occasion. Fumbling my way out of the luxurious cocoon that I have created in my, otherwise arctic, university bedroom takes the term 'the struggle is real' to a catastrophically realistic level. I turn my swollen, exhausted face to the smug iPhone alarm tone and fill with rage as I consider that the last 30 minutes could have been experienced in a lucid dream world, without the 5 minute snooze presses.

Here I am, at 7.50am, finding a spot of creativity amidst an already successful morning - I truly live for moments like these. Perhaps it's because getting up early ensures plenty time for my favourite things throughout the rest of the day: eating, cooking, Dinner Date and eating. There's something about a Sunday that arouses an urge for relaxation, creativity and contemplation. Trapped in my cage of university work and unable to enjoy Sundays for their mollifying properties, I'm working on recognising the little nuggets of joy that surface throughout these 'me' days. 

As I highlight, scribble and confuse my way through this week's assigned language article, I sip on a recently purchased coffee that excites me to open my enervated eyelids at 6.30...7.00 am. Enrobed in my fluffy M&S dressing gown, I vigorously scribble today's plans and smile at the potential for disaster or revelation in the 'cookie dough truffle' recipe I will attempt this afternoon. I text my mum because, she's my mum. I play a quick spout of One Direction on volume 2 to avoid the judgement of my flatmate who I think is, so far, unaware of my harbouring, secret, obsession. I anticipate the upcoming week with trepidation. Scheduling Wednesday as my 'plan your life' day and contemplating how to squeeze in some dissertation writing beside the daily requisites of Come Dine With Me and cooking too much pasta. 

Each week starts the in the same way for my groggy, tired self. I dress myself in the morning-person faรงade and shower off the dreams of the night before to face today's reality. I'm awake at 7.00 and for that I can be proud. I'm judging the success of the day by the ability to swipe right on my phone a mere 20 seconds after Siri begins her morning song. Though the truffles may prove unsuccessful on this blustery Northern day, I'm sure that I will be. 



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Monday, 02 March / Staring at Walls

I'm obsessed with interiors at the moment. My craving for white-washed walls and a stylistic desk probably stems from my current dissertation cage: a university room, with drab yellow wallpaper and green carpet. I dangerously discovered the Houzz website a few weeks ago and have been planning my future as an interior designer since (though perhaps closer to Claire Sweeney in 60 Minute Makeover). As my clothing for the past 3 weeks has pretty much consisted of a onesie, fleece leggings and two dressing gowns (in an attempt to battle the arctic conditions of cheap student living), an outfit post would be hilarious and embarrassing. Instead, here is another splattering of my procrastination via Pinterest.



ps. the 2 week Paris countdown has begun and I'm starting to smell the croissants and Sephora...
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Tuesday, 24 February / Bag Hunt


I'm on a new-bag hype. I own so many handbags but have alternated between two for the last six months. Nothing has satisfied my accessory desires like my Zara city tote and Mango cross-body bag. I'm in desperate need of a new companion, and I'm searching far beyond my bank account. 






JIMMY CHOO / KENZO / HEROINE / REED KRAKOFF / ALEXANDER MCQUEEN / PROENZA SCHOULER / DESA


Now to face reality and head to Zara, HM and Mango... outlet. 


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Monday, 23 February / Dressing Up in Dressing Gowns


My flatmates and I commenced a road trip to the coast on Saturday and enjoyed all things seaside-y. I saw this chilly endeavour as the perfect opportunity to dress up in my new dressing gown coat, paired with my Stan Smiths, and soon realised that this outfit is getting a little Groundhog day. The time I spend each morning carefully crafting my outfit is, somewhat, dismissed by chucking this coat over the top - sigh. Still, even if this coat is all that is visible on my freezing little bod this season, I'll be happy. It is so versatile, from day to night, with trainers to... something remotely smarter. I managed to grab this coat on Very.com for around £35, and have struggled to take it off since (and genuinely considered wearing this over my PJs on an evening... or daytime if we're being honest). As my dad would say, I haven't scheduled the operation to 'remove my new coat' yet, so expect to see it cropping up worryingly often over on my Instagram and blog. Be sure to follow @fromracheljane, if you haven't already.







COAT: http://bit.ly/1AnaY5E
TRAINERS: http://bit.ly/1D39j2p
JUMPER: http://bit.ly/1DK0Jev
BAG: http://bit.ly/17qh5Lj (similar)

On another note, though my flatmates and I genuinely contemplated staying up til 4am last night to watch the Oscars, we refrained. I woke up this morning with a Christmassy inclination as I grabbed my laptop to scroll through the winners (though mainly to choose my favourite dress of the night). If you haven't watched Eddie Redmayne's speech yet then I implore you to Youtube it, right now. I've always loved a bit of Eddie, but his Gollum-esque/precious realisation moment when holding the Oscar was potentially the cutest thing I've ever seen. Marius can do no wrong in my eyes... apart from already being married (though Hannah Bagshawe's Alexander Mcqueen was rather exquisite). My favourite looks of the night were, without doubt, Marion Cotillard (now, officially, my number 2 ultimate woman - it will take a lot to usurp Ms. Palermo), Sienna Miller and Carmen Ejogo. Unfortunately, no one in my house really cares too much about Ellie Saab or Nicole Kidman's red belt, so my Academy Award purge could only happen via my blog. 
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Thursday, 19 February / Empowered by Marc Jacobs


When satisfying my FW desires by stalking various style websites, I often appreciate the performance of a catwalk as much as the clothing. This has never been more true than how I felt when watching Tim Blank's video of Marc by Marc Jacobs 2015 'fall ready-to-wear' collection. With "Children of the Revolution" as the empowered accompaniment to the collection, I felt inspired to layer a few clashing prints and brandish "SOLIDARITY" across my left leg in some expression of feminist enthusiasm. The collection combines William Morris prints with bold colours and varying structures appearing both comfortable and confident. The infusion of 60s/70s inspiration with red, white and blue exaggerated the socialist aspect of the collection, and encouraged a sensation of nationalism, purged with the importance of youth culture. 




The fresh-faced models walked with sass upon a bold green carpet, dominating the 'earth' beneath them, as is plausible for today's generation: making our mark on this planet. Though I'm not an advocator of bold prints, flowing silhouettes or Les-Mis style berets, I could see the vision behind Luella Bartley and Katie Hillier. Combining military tones with stern-faced young women, Tim Blanks highlights that the 'warped testament to the power of popular media insinuated itself as a subtext into today's show', as we were confronted with the vulnerability of adolescents within the 21st century's viciously tangled relationship with warfare. 

Though I may not be racing to grab each item from Marc Jacob's collection (I will always be a monochrome girl at heart), I certainly felt inspired by his 'model army' and their capability to hold a crowd with radical clothing to emphasise the radical potential of today's youth culture. 

*Images chosen from style.com




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Wednesday, 18 February / Edinburgh Bound


Early Monday morning my boyfriend and I ventured to Edinburgh for some sort of Valentines-esque experience. For us, this occasion entails few roses and love hearts but an abundance of tasty food and tasteful attire. Almost 3 years into our relationship we figured maybe a city break is expected for a couple as established as ourselves (read: usually spending our nights watching anything Ryan Gosling and eating anything greasy). So we gathered our hard earned, and terribly saved, pennies and booked for a one night stay at The Hilton Edinburgh (we were determined to portray "classy" for our romantic adventure). We effectively spent two days doing what we do best; eating and wandering, but with an excuse to spend money - being a tourist - and a comfier bed than normal to return to. 


I figured, on the rare occasion I escape Newcastle, I would piece together a little post about our time away. A sort of "how to do valentines" for the less romantically inclined individual (someone who'd rather spend money on a portion of 'garlicky fries' than a teddy bear - yep,  they're real).   













Newcastle has some impressive eateries/artisan coffee stops but I really enjoyed wandering the streets and taking advantage of all the good flavour Edinburgh had to offer. As quite the coffee connoisseur (a consequence of working at Whittards of Chelsea and an eternal reliance on caffeine), I'd say Wellington Coffee promoted the nicest coffee I've ever tasted. Mark and I both agreed that we could have drunk that frothy goodness all day long, and with the cafe's cool-toned furnishing and white-tiled walls, I think I enjoyed the quirky interior design as much as my latte. 

For food on Monday evening we did a bit of research (we take these matters very seriously) and checked out GQ's city guide to the Scottish capital. We booked a place at The Outsider and gorged on scallops, duck breast and lemon sorbet. Next came Edinburgh's own 'speakeasy' Panda & Sons which fulfilled my Gatsby desires, whilst providing a tasty cocktail (to busy drinking it to photograph, obviously). 

Aside from these favourite spots, we visited various other eateries and coffee shops (I know, how was there time?) before taxiing back to our hotel due to stiletto suffrage on my part. I'd say discovering that The Hilton's complimentary toiletries were all by Peter Thomas Roth was a true highlight for me, especially adorning the branded shower cap that was, probably, more expensive than my train ticket. Oh and with an abundance of herbal teabags positioned politely beside our kettle and mugs within the room, I found myself drinking camomile tea and (forgive me) decaf coffee, because, who doesn't love a posh-looking freebie?!

I guess I'd really recommend taking the approach that we did when heading for any city break: check out a city guide when you're spending big bucks, to avoid disappointment, but during the day be sure to take advantage of your time by wandering. Browse around, stop for as many breaks as possible, in as many new places as you can find and get the 'behind the scenes' tour of wherever you are. Find your way with small alleyways and walking, instead of public transport, as it's a cracking excuse to buy yourself some new trainers, all in the name of comfort. 

Now to achieve that ultimate frothy latte with some Nescafe and a hand whisk #unilife. 





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