Something pretty awesome has been happening for the past three months or so and has me feeling like I work as a special agent tasked with activities of a very high regard. I do not know if you have gathered that a great deal of my recent Instagram posts have been carrying the #MRPMyStyle hashtag. Well, yours truly has been picked by the phenomz team representing the retailer to join a network of creatively integrated informers for a bit. I truly wish I could share with y’all the bits and bops, but that might totally jilt the bigger picture of it all… wait for it. Instead, I am open to share these pics of one look which in my very humble opinion, I do feel totally represent a part of my utilitarian standpoint as a I engage some of this winter’s motifs. An all black uniform is most stylopolitans’ fall-safe direction but as my “religion” dictates; one must always really, truly work towards and updated course. Call for texture, an oddish fit and of course plenty of humour. I CAN ONLY EVER TRY!
If the current chill feelz is anything to go by, winter 2015 will forever be known in fashion history as the season for denim upon denim from all fronts. It is not much of a secret that I too have adopted the trend and I aim to run kilometres with it, not missing an opportunity to dress-up (and seldom down) in the cotton warp-faced twill textile.
My current obsession is none other than spree.co.za’s latest fab-tastic range of in-house denim wear. Not only because the retailer clearly spent time focussing on the rad fits and quality fabrics but also because the jeans are made specifically to move in –hence the decision to name my pair The Jiggy Jeans. I have been living and dancing and #WERQing in these for the past couple of weeks and it has been nothing short of exhilarating. These (check the vid) are pretty much the jeans to have right now at a great price!
I do suppose we all have at least one good denim story to rival “round-the-fire” tales. Mine centres on a trusted pair disappointing me right in the belly of downtown Jozi as a newbie and a rip schemed by one’s lack of skill as far as jumping out of a taxi is concerned. Let’s just say; I had to dial up all the confidence known to a teen and trip cut shorter than short, to make the catastrophe appear like a look. A memory I revisit to claim jolts from all directions.
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Goodluck and #WERQ
I am a pretty reasonable human, I think. Yet, a minuscule part of me has always wanted to reiterate a well known fantasy of a working fashion person who appears to miraculously have it all figured out; a desirable social agenda balanced with the actual demands of a rather irresolute industry, a wardrobe unparalleled, along with an offhand skill to manage one’s so called some sort of a financial plan. Aaah, things of an open headspace plus a six-season-long late 90’s TV series plus one too many pointlessly undersized cocktails of a rosy tint! It is not a particularly unreachable vision, if anything; my closest realisation to this vision right now is under the guise of a startlingly treasured #WinterBeStyled campaign. I shall dare not get too deep into comparison vibes here nor share any bottom line for this one-man-led operation. I will however, let you in, on a little fact that it involves stylin’ even in the most private of spaces and times. And @bedroomathletics is taking very good care of me on the cosy front. You could totally be sharing these #Feelz before winter wraps.
For someone, who gets to spend a bit of time in a week, cocooned in at home and doing some ground work, I still always insist on intersecting comfort with some level of a stylin’ effort -especially on days where I lock myself indoors and compel creation. Most recently, together with a co-styling-pilot, we worked crazy hours at home putting things together and by the time the sun came up, we were still in our sleepwear. Making things happen. Naturally (as one does in such a case in point), gushing went on a little lengthier than it usually does. At first, I thought it was all for thoughtfully layering plaid patterns, then I quickly snapped out of it and right into co-gushing about my newest booties. My newest sleek looking McQueen slippers in a snug Sherpa fleece from Bedroom Athletics, because from here onwards, winters “indoors” will be nothing short of a delight.
This definitely called for an impromptu photoshoot in the courtyard!
Rad news: you too can get to own @bedroomathletics slippers and have your winter spent warm and cosy and stylishly. It’s all very easy really; you will need to head on to www.bedroomathletics.co.za , sign up for the newsletter, browse through the wide collection and pick a pair you simply have to have. Right after that, we will need you to hit the facebook streetz over HERE, ht them with a LIKE and tell us about your faves with the hashtag #MJANDSTUFFxBEDROOMATHLETICSGIVEAWAY between today and next Tuesday 02/06/2015. The winner will be notified soonest.
Goodluck and #WERQ
A heavy week this was. So heavy, that at the end of each day; fashioning missions were truly the only activities worth holding onto. With absolutely no time to even go through any form of indication pointers, one looked to piecing and re-piecing bits and bops. -The result of which was this winter’s number one trend, updated to kick-start this beast of a week. #FACT, denim-on-denim is quite a thing and in most cases trying to style it into what it is not, is likely to result in an unfortunate appearance. Mine is not carved in stone; neither did putting it together require extreme efforts to achieve. Since the newest addition into one’s closet is these spray-on ft blue jeans with ribbed details from MRP, it made all the sense that I match it up with the mandarin style collared two-tone chambray shirt and my winter staple; the buffalo plaid flanel shirt in a multitude of blue shades and tints. Here’s to it. To a week brimmed with trialling work hours and hearty laughs somewhere in-between and of course fashioning movements.
One is having major withdrawals symptoms from a lot lately. This space for firsts, closely trailed by an extreme longing to once again witness the sun setting at around the same time it did throughout the festive season –purely because memories created over sundowners are always best. Thirdly and of course of outmost importance; I think I am running a little low on the energy supply to thrive in the thick of winter. There, I said it. I am being had by the common #GoodbyeSummer bug. Thus the case for this, yet another long-ish pic based post laced with all the neediness a stylopolitan can possibly muster. This here is a declaration for a layered-up steez and coming from one whose winter wardrobe seems pretty much sorted, I am elated with boundless glee because our chill spell lasts a little less than twelve hours (on most days) and only ever come about in the night time. Let’s hear it for lengths, slits, prints and brights to ease into the freeze.
One even got a “stank eye” from the inner city graffiti murals.
I stand for denim and forever will. This here is an actual fact supported by my almost-daily uniform. Naturally; when my fam at MRP hit me up to ask for my involvement, I jumped on the course to help lead light the next winter’s sensible wardrobe staple. As a stylopolitan who has related to the work-wear-come-fashion-hoist-crane fabric in many different ways, it absolutely made all the sense that I drew inspiration for my contribution from the streets. Be it styled raw, updated, alternative, in a multitude of colourwashes and cuts, denim remains an everlasting cause for streetwear. In these denim-on-denim styled pics (totally my vibe), I hope to communicate that I will be representing the streets on a full-time basis.
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This has to be by far my lengthiest pic based post in the tremendous history of this blog and I am almost certain that looking at these images, you too are likely to understand that I simply could not have left a frame unpublished. Photographed by my beloved when we took time-out from the city jumble after an intense season; I realised on the final morning of the retreat that I could coordinate a print-on-print-on-print-on-print outfit with pieces recently acquired. It all pieced up, I think. Needless to mention (in parts) that for a human who fashions even in his sleep, I spent a great deal of that weekend in sweats, hoodies, swimshorts and vellies (and yes, I totally spoke of myself in 3rd person). One’s excitement reached peak levels as I curated this look (vellies in tow), befitting for these trialling fashion times. Trialling because a change of season usually thrusts a tinny and exciting hiccup in one’s stylin’ missions. Some people cannot handle the “challenge”. I, on the other hand, thrive on balancing a comprehensive knowledge with the tout sera sera of it all. This here, is the autumn fitting result. All many frames of it!
I don’t claim to know it all. I never really did and I hope to never will. I know what I know and I sometimes try to care for a bit of an interest in whatever else. For example; I do not have the foggiest idea why most of the commentary on this blog comes veiled or via private mail. My appreciation remains sharply paramount though. In the same very tiny bracket of things I do not know for sure, I cannot deny nor confirm if red is fast becoming my favourite colour, like, ever.
The latter is only due to a realisation brought by conversations with one a couple of readers who said to have loved this blazer I wore to the crowning of Miss Veet 2015 –freshly blogged just yesterday. I’d like to think that the only narrative here indicates the exemplary intersect of a probing fashionpolitan and a perfectly made piece.
This magnificent blazer is a thrifted find from a charity store and I will never not wear out an opportunity to tell the tale of how I have gone into the shop to donate items from my wardrobe, whilst dealing with a friend whose patience seemed to thread off until I bribed him with a matching vintage leather coat that could resemble something out of action movies made way before we were born. As fashion fate would have it, the piece I flung off the hangers because I had a bright-bulb moment themed around starched shoulder blades happens to fit me like a glove and equally serve my thing for a topical sartorial mission.
I adore this piece and one thing I know for sure is; I will wear it stunningly, for seasons to come.
I love a good windie, I do. This is definitively all because I spent a great deal of the preceding chills’ spell enveloped in all kinds of wonderful pieces and I certainly do miss my “uniform”. I don’t think I have ever in my entire life as a fashioning human, been so eager for a winter season to creep in with its crisp temperatures, in many parts because I do believe that tis the season to distinguish the real fashion folk from the rest – the seemingly fervently scantily clad kind, I mean! My other reasons feed an excitement to restock layers. At the moment, I am going crazy in circles for the quilted windie from Kurt Geiger’s winter 2015 collection.
Within its European heritage, Kurt Geiger continues to distinguish its range with finer details and intricate stitching. And I figure that this windbreaker epitomises the brand’s tailored and structured motif for this year’s winter. Every single detail carries through an efficient level of sophisticated luxury. Super updated and can (should really) work across all types of wardrobes, all because of its ceaseless benefits. i.e. an ability to can (and should) sculpt one’s torso.
It is my definite #HotToBag item right now.
SHE WON!!! That was my gleeful expression followed by a premature wolf whistle, slash short-lived-ululating, when former Miss SA –Melinda Bam, announced the crowning of Odirile Sepeng as Miss Veet 2015. I am not one to claim that I called it, but… -Y’all know I did. And I caught five with her, right after the crowning. Naturally!
MJ: Congratulations and all the cool things. You’ve got to tell me how it feels and stuff.
Odirile Sepeng: it is so surreal; I am kind of looking forward to all of this to sink in. As much as this was the goal, it is all so dreamlike right now.
MJ: I can only imagine… tell me, what does any of this, mean to you? I mean, considering that you are a law student who has just bagged the coveted Miss Veet 2015 title?
OS: Oh, it all gels in, really. I mean, I know now more than ever that determination and motivation can transcend adversity. I came into this competition to learn and absorb as much as I could, in order to be a better version of myself, whether in a professional or personal capacity. Not only have I marked those off my “check-list” I now get to represent one of the most beautiful of brands. It’s all very humbling.
MJ: What went into prepping for all this? You appeared pretty chilled throughout.
OS: In my head, the mere thought of having made it through our (the finalists) challenges, rendered me triumphant. Just as I thought nothing could possibly trump the other, the next level proved to be even more awesome. There is just no way could I claim to have done all the prep work all by myself, I only had to arm myself with an open mind and all the enthusiasm as I could master.
MJ: let’s reel in the younger version of you. Could she have prepped for this any differently?
OS: Oh, I doubt that very much. That will of course depend on how far back we are talking here. As a young woman, I barely have my head wrapped around the concept of adulthood and all its trials. Thankfully, with this title comes the great benefit of having all my mentors at my disposal, so I will take full advantage of that. The younger me would not even have thought of this as a prospect, I also hope to avail myself to young girls and perhaps help propel their varied goals.
MJ: Lastly; what comes hereafter?
OS: The world is definitely my oyster and I am already bouncing around a couple of ideas to make the best of this reign. I would love to claim that the best is yet to come, but speaking as a person who just got crowned less than a hour ago, I am thrilled for whatever feeling comes after this.
The rarity of Odirile’s brand does not come unnoticed. Talk about quintessential beauty with a brain and enthusiasm to match. This here will be a beautiful reign. I am just super excited to see her grow beyond measure.