Growing up outside London during the seventies, middle child to two brothers, lets just say fashion was not my friend. I was frequently mistaken for a boy, not just because of the polyester flares and turtlenecks but the shirt and tie school uniform of the day and the haircuts by dad. When I experimented with a dress over pants I was redirected and the styling tip passed down from my mother was that blue and green should never be seen… thanks mum.
Then came the eighties, and my exposure to style widened through television and magazines. Pop icons of the day were Debbie Harry and Siousix Sioux, but very little of their style reached suburban high streets let alone my wardrobe. I stuck to black which prompted my father to tell me i looked like an old Greek widow- not exactly the look I was going for. The early days of makeup were also frightening, photographic evidence has depicted a severe clown face syndrome, and it was around this time i relaxed my hair for the first time. Results were shocking and quickly rectified with a salon appointment the next morning.
But fashion was to come my way. Moving to London for college and living in Knightsbridge gave me access to make up counters and department stores where style was on my doorstep and i indulged. I also began to travel and my souvenirs were almost always clothes. I moved to New York in the early nineties and was inspired by fashion attending my first fashion show at the tents where i witnessed the supermodels stomp the catwalk for Todd Oldham; truly breath taking. I discovered vintage and began collecting shoes and handbags from the summer markets in the Hamptons. So in time it all came together.
Now having lived in in Los Angeles for several years, and discovering the multitude of shopping venues throughout from the Rose Bowl to Rodeo Drive there is a venue for all tastes. And as fashion continues to evolve the team at Stylevoyager are here to assist with any fashion challenge from closet space to grooming and developing a personal sense of style.