doc marten oxfords

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I bashed my way through the summer tourist crowd to the balliol front door to meet daisy, a total babe and a total mermaid. though we met in phonology class we got to know each other as fellow admins of oxford’s premier dog blog (open dogsford represent) - and what better way to bond than over dogs? speaking of, her backpack is the most adorable thing, daisy’s gift to herself post-prelims. so, now that we’ve got the most important topic out of the way-

while monet’s “blue period” is probably the result of failing eyesight and picasso’s is the artistic expression of depression, daisy’s “blue period” today (hair, skirt, bag) comes from her socks. space socks, dog socks, spot socks, stripe socks, party socks, lace socks. she tells me how she bases entire outfits on her socks, the outcasted shitty christmas presents reborn into their rightful glory. “I’ve reached the point that I don’t wear any tights that aren’t fishnets”, she continues. the docs/socks/fishnets combo is my favourite style decision. topped with the blue velvet skirt of which she owns five differently coloured copies - talk about a strong wardrobe foundation.

the jacket’s from her dad, the shirt is vintage, and the shoes are second-hand; pre-loved garms win again. daisy tells me that the bonus of buying second-hand docs is 1) they’re not scary expensive and 2) they’re not hideously uncomfortable. that’s more than enough to direct me to ebay, and I’m in love, in so much love, and the proud owner of chunky size 4 lace-up heeled docs. where are the fishnets at? as I get more of my friends talking about their favourite threads, I love them more and I love their love more, I’m waiting for the day I rotate through their outfits as if they’re mine. in advance, daisy, I’m sorry for stealing your look. it’s just too good.

we talk about what clothes mean to us; to daisy, it’s an extension of her identity, one that is freer and more expressive since coming to oxford. this resonates with me, both of us dressed to fit in at school, and now we both feel so happy and comfortable to express feelings and identity in jackets, dresses, fishnets, backpacks, colourful hair, and of course, socks. here’s to socks, our unsung wardrobe heroes, and to daisy, the raddest mermaid I’ve met.

anonymous asked:

What are art hoe clothing essentials? I know it's like striped shirts, yellow cardigans, and stuff. I feel like an idiot for asking but yeah (-:

no no don’t! I’m not the “typical” art hoe if that’s what people call it but I can maybe give u some help?

»mom jeans (distressed or not)
»boyfriend jeans (distressed or not)
»thick knit cardigans and sweaters
»jean jacket w/ pins (maybe?? idk)
»mustard coloured things
»(cropped) turtlenecks
»jeans w/ paint splatters
»big, baggy, thrifted t-shirts
»oversized, collared button ups with tights
»high waisted denim shorts
»sunflowery things
»birks (I personally don’t think they’re worth it but go for it if u like them)
»platform shoes (heels maybe?) in white or black
»long fall coats
»doc martens
»mary janes
»oxford shoes
»scrunchies
»stripes (like u said)
»art socks (my advice is don’t buy the Frida Kahlo ones bc I really don’t think she’d like it but that’s just me)
»halter tops
»bralettes


stuff that’s not exactly very “art hoe” but that I would wear (this is just for inspo):

-light, small-printed floral skirts
-flowy short shorts
-plain black & plain white tees (pun intended)
-off the shoulder (crop) tops
-crochet net cardigan (hard to describe, but if u want I’ll post a pic)
-fitted (ish) combat boots
-jelly heels
-army green flowy pants (also hard to describe, but I can post a pic)
-lightweight dresses (possibly w/ a sheer bit or a collar)
-plain black highwaist skirt
-flats
-lilac things
-cropped spaghetti strapped tank tops
-midi skirts
-oversized sweaters
-and you’re never fully dressed w/o a smile☺️

hope that this was helpful😌💓

anonymous asked:

les amis' dress sense?

Enjolras: just that bit nicer and more expensive than those around him. kind of like he’s starring in a film of his own life. Everything is obviously very classic and well-made. Then there are, of course, the Infernal Red Converse. He’ll be buried in those things. 

Courfeyrac: Label queen. Everything he owns is from Superdry and Nike. He’s also got this ancient threadbare grey jumper that has become known as the ‘transient sweatshirt of anguish’ among his friends. He has no idea how it came to be in his possession but it is the warmest and comfiest item of clothing that will ever grace your body and everyone nicks it off him when they’re sad.

Combeferre: Is almost always in a state of poverty because he spends the majority of his money on clothes and shoes (also books). He’s obsessed with buying shoes and blazers of every calibre: brogues, vans, desert boots, doc martens, herringbone blazers, tweed jackets, elbow-patched jackets, velvet blazers, old school blazers from charity shops - you name it. He’s easily the most fashionable out of all of them, though you might not immediately think it. 

Bahorel: The kind of madman that goes out mid-january in a vest and shorts. Lives primarily in workout clothes: tracksuits, t-shirts, basketball shorts, trainers. For him formal wear is a pair of jeans. 

Feuilly: Not really interested in clothes because everything he buys gets ruined and he’s not exactly rolling in cash. He has a standard uniform of a pair of jeans, a polo shirt and a bomber jacket and he rarely deviates. 

Eponine: most of her clothes come from charity shops. A lot of ill-fitting sun dresses and old-lady tea dresses that she wears with big knitted cardigans and a pair of clompy old black work boots and this huge oversize man’s overcoat because she found it for 25 euro and it’s warm as fuck.  

Grantaire: He gets mistaken for a tramp at least twice a week - it’s pretty tragic. He’s a layers kind of guy.  

Gavroche: He’s going through his ‘skater’ phase.

Montparnasse: Image is very important to him. Everything he wears is stupidly expensive and clearly well-made purely because he can (even his underwear probably costs more than your weekly rent). 90% of his wardrobe is black, partially because it doesn’t show up the blood and doesn’t make him conspicuous but mainly because it makes him look pretty hot. Occasionally he’ll throw in a printed shirt or the lining of his jacket will be red or he’ll wear coloured socks - but that’s it. He likes leather or harrington jackets and shirts always buttoned to the collar and he rolls up the legs of his skinny jeans so you can see his socks and doc marten oxfords.

Jehan: Most people are genuinely shocked when he tells them he isn’t colourblind. He likes textures and layers and patterns and bold colours.

Cosette: She finds trousers in general (but specifically jeans) to be incredibly chafing and uncomfortable. You’ll always find her in some sort of sun dress or skirt and blouse - and she loves her big knitted cardigans. She also doesn’t own any trainers, purely because she has no need for them - little black boots or gladiator sandals for her. She likes bright colours and pastels purely for the way they stand out on her skin. 

Marius: A bit old fashioned. A lot of collared shirts and pullovers of every calibre (like a grandfather for christ sake) and he’s never worn a pair of trainers aside from for sporting events in his life. He never even used to wear jeans, until he was bullied out of his chinos by Cosette who took one look and told him they were absolutely tragic. 

Bossuet: Big plaid fan, he’s also going through his ‘skate phase’ - that started six years ago. He hasn’t yet had the good sense to grow out of it. Musichetta’s trying, but it’s not quite working. 

Joly: If you ever see Joly and he’s not in a stripy t-shirt it’s not really Joly and you should run the fuck away. I also have three other words for you: denim on denim *shudders* (‘but my jeans are black and my jacket is blue, they’re entirely different!’ Oh Joly

Musichetta: Highly impractical considering she works in a coffee shop - but she doesn’t give two shits. She likes dressing up and feeling rad about herself. She wears a lot of big poofy 50s a-line skirts and neck scarfs and sky-scraper red heels that match her bright red lips and big floppy hats or bandanas in her hair and funeral veils (purely for the drama) and velvet coats and faux-fur stoles because fuck you that’s why.