Essay Procrastination - Stylish Kids in the Riot

Hello! As I hope you've heard, UCL students are currently occupying the Jeremy Bentham room in the main building of the campus.

We have been here since Wednesday and are planning to stay indefinitely, or until the senior management agree to our demands. More information can be seen at

I can tell you that there are a surprising number of beautiful and well-dressed people occupying this room, but unfortunately we are more occupied with other things.

Feel free to read our sparse updates on twitter as we remain in occupation. I'm also running

Please show your solidarity and normal service will resume soon.

Jessica Wilde

Essay Procrastination - The Celebrity Takeover

Everyone these days seem to be pairing up with high-street big-wigs in order to pass on a bit of their designer excellence to us mere mortals. Whilst those with design credentials have every right to present us with affordable high end copies, it always comes as a great surprise when the next Z-list designer wannabe attempts to tread on the toes of the Greats. Already celebrities are starting to take over our high street; but here are a few collaboraions that will keep us on the designer straight and narrow...

Henry Holland and ROXY

Whilst I first had doubts as to the practicality of Henry’s collection of Ski wear for Roxy (which comprises of a leather mini skirt and mid-length jersey dress to name but a few), I was dually told by a regular to the slopes that this was an ‘après ski’ collection (what you wear for the enjoyable, social part after skiing all day and accumulating numerous bruises). Well that said, if ever I took to the slopes I would be the first one to get my hands on Henry’s leather quilted bomber jacket and heart print cardi available now from the pop-up Roxy Ski Chalet at Beyond the Valley, Newburgh Street, London.

Lanvin and H&M

Staying true to his trademark bold designs, embellished necklines and statement colours, Alber Elbaz has created a capsule collection for H&M that’s brimming with colourful Christmas gems. Entering stores on the 23rd of November, the Lanvin collection is set to be as successful as Stella McCartney and Matthew Williamson’s collaboration with the high-street super power, especially as the Parisian creative director Alber Elbaz wanted ‘H&M to go luxury, rather than Lanvin to go public’. Although the sugar plum, flouncy dresses are a bit too Cheryl Cole for my liking, I’d happily try and get my hands on the black blazer, puffy prom dress and rather lovely fur-coat-come-military-trench combo.

Amy Winehouse and Fred Perry

And now I come to the owner of that well known beehive and her attempt at a designer collaboration; who would have thought it, Winehouse...a designer? Whilst Amy obviously idolises the brand, she's possibly the last person I would have thought of to become the high-street's resident 'designer'. Kate Moss managed to produce a pretty coherent collection time after time for Topshop but Amy Winehouse, really?? Even Emma Watson’s been at it for People Tree as well as Pixie Lott for Lipsy. Soon the celebs will be controlling half our high-street; if they haven’t done so already. I say leave it to the professionals, you know, the ones that do this day in day out. I mean I’d rather say I’ve got a bit of Lanvin in my wardrobe that Amy Winehouse, wouldn’t you?

Miss Bentley

Wishlist - Burberry Boots

I know that you'r expecting me to be talking about the hiking boots, but I'm actually referring to something a little more classic. Sort of.

Meet the thigh-high, the basis of every shoe-induced fantasy and late-night sweat of recent weeks. So luxuriously crafted - a fact echoed in the £900 price tag - and a welcome break from the sea of shearling we've found ourselves adrift in this winter.

If, like me, you've run out of leather options to satisfy the seemingly unquenchable need (trousers, slightly looser trousers, short shorts, slightly shorter short shorts, pencil skirt, skater skirt, in-between-pencil-and-skater skirt etc etc) then these boots are a logical progression.

Yes, I'm fully aware that the high-street is currently offering a few desirable pairs, and that Topshop alone has enough styles to cater for any thigh-high need, but Burberry has done such a deliciously, unmatchably good job with this pair (also available in python-print leather which is almost too orgasmic) that anything else, direct copycat (read: rip-off) or not, would feel like blasphemy.

I did consider setting my sights slightly lower (pardon the several puns), aiming at this over-the-knee pair for a measly (pah!) £700. I'd be able to pay that debt off far quicker and would probably manage to walk in these platformed beauties marginally better, although any damage caused by the thigh-highs would naturally be attributed to London's pesky pavements.

But I don't want to be in the upper-knee territory; I want to be thigh-high, the thigh's the limit, to thigh-finity and beyond. Okay, I'm delirious and will stop now. But I'm sure I can make one leg longer than the other so if anyone working on Burberry's production line sees a pair differing in length not fit for sale (preferably in a size 8 but I'll settle for anything in a size 4 upwards) then please send them this way.

NB - when writing this I came up with what is probably not a genius idea but I'm running with it - leather thigh/knee-high socks. Comments/therapy etc welcome.

Jessica Wilde

Essay Procrastination - Right Shoes, Wrong City

As students in London, the city's attitude is our status quo. But when Luke first came across the pond from the University of Kentucky, “horribly located” in the town of Lexington, London gave him a new awareness and his first opportunity for sartorial self-expression. A year on, Luke is counting down the days until he arrives for a semester of study here in London, and he talks us through the reasons he feels more at home in this different continent than at college in his home state.

Whilst some parts of the city are more conservative than others, and the average Londoner’s attitude is by no means representative of the country as a whole, should you frequent Shoreditch by day or Soho by night it’s unlikely that an aesthetic not in keeping with that of the general population would earn you a second look, let alone a shriek of abuse. Of course, not every student on University of London grounds adheres to the strict code of fashion, and why should they? But is an undeniable fact that the people walking around our campus use what they wear, even on days crippled by hangovers and essay deadlines, to display their personality.

This is an entitlement that, according to Luke, we perhaps take for granted. “If I attempt to dress well, I am definitely looked on differently, usually negatively. What I wear has to be slightly conservative in my current social climate. If I do dress how I want people typically don’t verbally respond, but they definitely stare for a while. I really don’t, and can’t, dress very avant-garde, but my mere acknowledgement of the fashion world – exclusive of their daily choice of offensively bright blue athletic get-up or pajamas - seems to catch people off-guard. Recently I even overheard my roommates talking negatively about my clothes and I just don’t feel like that’s okay. Most days I just wear a pair of utility boots, and in spite of the fact that they are in every magazine published, they are not seen on a single soul here! I don’t understand how people without fashion authority can comment on someone who at least has awareness. But then I am happy that they are at least exposed to someone like me, whether they like it or not.”

Despite being generally considered a fairly conservative southern state, with icons like Lady Gaga and countless fashion bibles at their disposal, it’s still shocking to think that our college-student counterparts over the Atlantic are yet to master basic levels of acceptance and, understandably, it’s hard on those in the minority. “There are definitely days when I am insecure; I might appear to be angry or upset. I can become very antisocial at times. I love days where I can just drink and read and be alone.” This alienation isn’t purely emotional; whilst Luke’s peers strive for muscle and live for sports he embraces the unspoken thinspiration that seems de rigeur in fashion’s many circles, seen in tweets that state “Sometimes I just open up Photo Booth and watch myself eating cookies” andAll of this heavy lifting is making me so scared I might actually get an arm muscle.”

Luke’s attitude regarding his situation – aphoristic in his desire to be set apart in Lexington but well-placed in London - is refreshing despite the moments of depression, and the combination has given him a new level of melodramatic, comedic cliché that further distances his mentality from his classmates’, and will make him even more at home in our very own fashion capital. “Fashion is said to be an extension of who you are. This phrase is tired but it holds truth; if everyone at my university is content is wearing the same thing then they must be content with all having the same life. Luckily that’s not who I am. I am happy to be different from everyone else. My fortune cookie yesterday said, ‘The kite rises against the wind,’ and I smiled as I knew this was true.” He ends with a dry laugh in a cynical drawl, more London than Southern: “I had also had a bit to drink so my smile was amplified.”

Follow @lukeaporco on Twitter for more cultural insights:

“An 80 year old man wearing purple leggings. The boundary has officially been pushed in Kentucky.”

“Since when was it acceptable for such a significant amount of the US population to leave the house in pajamas?”

“C’est Vendredi! Best day of the week. Make a fucking friend.”

Jessica Wilde

Essay Procrastination - Solemates

I have recently become obsessed with Fashion Fiction. This is my attempt at it but it's probably still a tad journalistic. Oh well.

Traipsing through Soho on a bright morning, surprisingly sans hangover and thus in good spirits, I realise that today is the Boxing Day to my maintenance loan’s clearance. Rather than continuing to subconsciously avoid the side streets that I know may spring a honey trap of clothes-lust on me I decide that I could perhaps meander towards The Shops.

I am soon greeted by dangerously, unignorably alluring (read: skilfully visually merchandised) shop windows. Before long – it could have been minutes, maybe only even seconds; I was so caught in the generic rom-com moment I’m not entirely sure – I see Them. The perfect pair of shoes (“I mean it this time, I don’t know how but they’re different; they’re special”), resplendent in the UV light behind the slightly smeared glass in front of me. I rush in, maybe even pushing a precocious ten year old out of the way, and hurriedly grab the shop assistant, pointing and yelping “those - in a size eight please - quick!”

Before long my feet have glided willingly into their new homes and I totter towards the mirror, leaving my tattered brogues to mope by the ‘reduced’ section, to revel in my own glory. Who knew that a black suede court could look so effortlessly elegant? The effect just isn’t as breathtaking with the other six pairs in my wardrobe back home. I allow my foot to pop, reminiscent of the moment following a suffocatingly romantic first kiss, to check the price. I breathlessly squeal at the newly-formed rip in my heart as I calculate the percentage of my still-warm loan I’m considering doing away with in one swift transaction. But before my heart can sink much further my emotional accountant tosses it up into my mouth with a simple flick of the wrist. What was I thinking, denying myself this purchase? Why, this is love!

I see the sides blur and mentally transport myself forward into the world where I have bought the shoes and they have been lovingly integrated into the family within my wardrobe, accepted unbegrudgingly by my exes. I wear them each day and they alone give me the determination to attend every seminar and lecture, and in them I am miraculously on time. As thanks, they escort me to my graduation where I receive the highest First the university has ever seen, then right out into the real world and my dream job, complete with dream salary.

Then my mind lurches again, this time into the world where I left the shoes in the shop and managed to somehow make it home without jumping into the Thames. My feet can’t bring themselves to walk to campus without their solemates, and I stumble down the stairs barefoot a few weeks later to open the letter that tells me that I am no longer enrolled at UCL at all.

My mind’s wanderings have overwhelmed me to the extent that I’ve become light-headed and fear that I may faint. I hurtle back to reality and open my eyes, gasping with relief as I see the shoes that can and will change my life still luxuriously enveloping my feet. Any hesitation now seems absurdly laughable, even illogical; we have a real future together. In a moment of honeymoon bliss I throw my superfluous brogues into the box and glide over to the till to pay. I leave the shop walking on clouds made of pure joy, completely ignoring the dull ache already creeping into my little toe.

Jessica Wilde

Spotted outside The Bloomsbury

Lettie - 2nd year - Classics

We love this because - leopard print leggings and plimsolls suddenly seem more than just thrown on when combined with a nod to the cape trend in the slouchy coat, all polished off with a patent, quilted laptop bag. It all looks almost too cool for effortless cool.


We hope that you are all enjoying your time off campus and in the sun, and that you're making the most of the myriad fashion opportunities afforded by the oh-so-pleasant "do I even need a cardigan?" temperatures.

Campus is a little lonely at the moment, what with summer and all, so there has been very little to spot. With this and the fact that we are renting our fashion minds out for free over the summer (you know how it is) this blog may appear a little lonely, too. But don't be too disheartened and make sure you keep checking back for our typically English irregular rays of sartorial sunlight.

Spotted on Campus will be back in full swing in the new semester/season, starting off with a student-friendly guide to the SS11 catwalks.

In the meantime, check out some of the other fashion bodies that have taken up all of our time and attention whilst we've been off campus.

Arthur and Albert Magazine
Find My Style
Brighton Fashion Week
Kerry Knowles
Pi Media Fashion

You can also follow @littlemisswilde on twitter for (almost too) regular fashion, style and random updates.

Spotted watching basketball in Nashville

We love this because ~ In a manner perhaps only fully achieved by American beauties, with blonde hair resting on her shoulders, minimal make-up and flat glads Sophie makes a silk playsuit look appropriate for just chilling out and watching the game.

Spotted at The Infidel premiere

We love this because ~ A nod to this summer's 'indie' trend of boating shoes yet made somewhat more acceptable with the hint of disco and a shockingly non-exposed skinny ankle bone.

Essay Procrastination ~ Sleeveless Wonders

With the revival of the gilet it is excusable to whip out your scissors and slice your sleeves off for summer. While the days are getting warmer the gilet offers the perfect in-between cover-up before we can scrap the jacket for good.

All I could think of when I first saw this waistcoat-come-jacket adorning every mannequin on the high street, were those horrific black padded puffa jackets (minus the sleeves) that my mum used to put me in; yes I looked like the Michelin man. So I let out a great sigh of relief when I discovered that the new-age gilets are merely sleeveless versions of the most coveted spring jacket styles. So here’s the dilemma; do I get scissor-happy and start chopping my way to gilet-heaven , or have another excuse to hit the high street to get the sleeveless counterpart to each of my spring staples? I think I’ll choose the latter...

On the top of my list has to be the denim/biker combo which is not only perfect for layering on cooler days, but will happily squeeze into your bag when the temperatures surprise us. This Topshop gem will toughen up the floatiest summer dress with it’s gorgeously textured acidic dye.

Cheryl sold the leather gilet to me instantly. Keeping it simple with jeans and a skinny belt, this rock chick staple speaks for itself. And surely having no sleeves makes having a bit of leather in your wardrobe a tad easier on the purse strings? Try this simply sumptious version from ASOS.

Release your inner wild child with these Topshop gilets in neutral safari hues. Whilst it seems a tad unpractical to brave our typical English weather in a sleeveless mac, you’ll be the one laughing when the sun makes an (albeit rare) appearance. The gilet just seems to answer all our in-between season dilemmas. Layer up when its cooler, layer down when it’s warmer; simple as. It may take a little while to adjust (I can’t help but feel like I’ve forgotten something with I don a sleeveless blazer) so for the moment I’ll let my arms adjust to their new found freedom in a little denim waistcoat and a long sleeved tee...until it gets warmer that is.

Miss Bentley