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I used to think black lipstick required a certain amount of chutzpah on the part of the wearer. How do you pull off an uncompromising, unmissable shade of onyx? Turns out it doesn’t have to be gothic or matte. At least for me.

I’m crazy for formulations akin to my magical green mood lipstick from Barry M that reacts to your body chemistry, and turns a pinkish-reddish hue depending on how hot you are. Just kidding. MAC has something similar; a true-black Lipmix that you can blend with any color you love for a customized, darkly romantic vibe. Try it under a shimmering scarlet or eggplant like Obsessive Compulsive Lip Tar in Black Metal Dahlia. Black shot through with metallic is epic. Truly.

If as dark as you got was with that perennial classic, Clinique Black Honey, then you should definitely try Lipstick Queen’s Black Tie Optional as a layering piece under any shade, but with red, oh my. Think of it like a pair of the best black lace stockings you ever got.

 

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I was chatting to a lady today whose waist-grazing braids were hypnotic. She told me they were in homage to Janet Jackson’s character in the John Singleton classic “Poetic Justice”. The long, thick box braids she debuted, became the signature look of 1993 and have had many incarnations ever since – remember Beyonce’s rapunzel-esque ombre twirls? Be it meticulously sculptured, thin, messy or twisted, who doesn’t love strands of hair that, once set, don’t require a second consideration all day. Now that I’m living in New York and experiencing my first summer in the city, there’s probably no better time to put what I deem as ‘the romantic plait’ to use.

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On the Pacific Coast in Santa Barbara, California, El Capitan Canyon pitches safari tents near the beach furnished with handwoven willow-branch beds, in-tent herbal spa treatments, burning campfires and s’mores. Closer to home, Fforestcamp offers a modern twist on the camping holiday in the depths of the Welsh countryside. The ultimate antithesis to the soggy reality? Ralph Lauren’s teepees set up for guests every summer at his ranch in Telluride, Colardo. Instead of fire pit’s there’s chandeliers, antique leather chairs and glorious beds. If living outdoors was this cool everyone would be camping.


 

I met Tilly Macalister-Smith when we worked at Vogue and I thought she was the ultimate Nordic blonde (she is in fact British) who oozed an easy nonchalance that was intoxicating. Quickly moving up the ranks, she left in spring 2013 as Acting Fashion Editor of www.vogue.co.uk. Currently the Fashion Features Editor of MATCHESFASHION.COM, I wanted to know all about her ‘first ever’ adventures in fashion.

First purchase?

A lime green and neon orange skirt and top ensemble from New Look; stripy denim dungarees; a cropped top from Topshop with ‘fast N funky’ emblazoned across the front; one of those long printed hippy skirts with little bells on the drawstring. Oh, and a Kangol hat.

First shoe?

Converse blue suede sneakers, followed by Chippie trainers and Dunlop Green Flash. Then Red or Dead foam wedges.

First time you splurged?

On a red stretch Moschino shirt while shopping in Saint Tropez. I think I was 14.

First fashion obsession?

The Clothes Show Live. And Fiorucci.

First show?

Christian Lacroix in Paris. It was a dream-like entry to the show circuit, running across the Jardin de Tuileries in ridiculous heels in the snow on a school trip with Central Saint Martin’s. I had just been interning with Hilary Alexander and she couldn’t make it into Paris in time for the show, so she kindly arranged for me to pick up her ticket from the Telegraphs’s Paris office and I slipped in and stood at the back on tiptoes. It was intoxicating.

First foreign fashion find?

A tiny Fiorucci store in Verona on a family holiday. Between being shepherded around Shakespearian sculptures I discovered the tiny gem, replete with golden cherubs and a worrying amount of fluoro pink. I vaguely remember feeling like I’d found heaven.

First designer you met?

Of any consequence, was Jonathan Saunders. I interned with him at St Martin’s and he took me under his wing. I travelled to New York and Paris with him, he taught me so much and I now consider him a dear friend.