The Lost Boys

In the lead up to my most anticipated move to London, the time filled in between can often be a purgatory concoction, Thankfully though this 'lost boy' syndrome can sometimes bring out more expression in my fashion ambition. Ironic seeing as I'm a journalist, but who needs words when clothes can do all the talking. Whether I'm draped or tailored in black 'Rick Owens' illusion, or cutting up jeans into pixie shorts that contort and swirl around the leg, Peter Pan is a muse I've resonated with that juxtaposes playful nostalgia and the eventual shadow of adulthood. I was so inspired to come across another 'Lost Boy' the other day in this futuristic collection by Remulo Brandao. The clothes represent the exploration of developing identity; industrial sticky jackets and trousers are tamed with a playful playground air, with mesh hoods that look like a cartoon sci-fi helmet, or geek chic glasses that go back to eclectic school days. As always, I love this clash of the style titans that establishes cohesion, and I certainly hope the Peter Pan in me evolves into an urban prince in the city!