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Shoulders, the small girl’s cleavage. For those lucky or unlucky girls, whichever way you see it, lacking in the juicy, juicy mango department have options. Showing off those shoulders can be just as scandalous as you know, getting your rack out. They don’t need supportive garments and are mostly, I hope, nipple deficient, therefore the obvious choice for every small busted, bra-less girl. This Asilio blazer is what a lacy, push up bra is to boobs and highlights my juicy, juicy shoulders (Dm for nudes).

Should I mention it also doubles as a blazer? Bra for the shoulders, blazer for the body and bloody good for the soul. My shoulders are far closer to a c cup than my breasts ever will be and thanks to Asilio the world can now appreciate em’.

Wearing: Etsy earrings, Asilio blazer, Winston Wolfe leather pants, Gucci loafer Photos: Ana Borrelli

Christmas – a time filled mostly with the exchanging of very solicitous but often subpar gifts, more Secret Santa’s than you can poke a stick at and more than a few visits to the gingerbread tin. Although we are taught otherwise, the pinnacle of the festive season really is delving into the mountainous pile of poorly wrapped presents with enough gusto to put your young self to shame and watching the reactions of your ‘loved’ ones when they receive our gifts (gross right?). Now, before this starts sounding too much like an #ad #sponsored for the utter, unwavering joy and cheer that is Xmas, I feel the need to open up the conversation to the other, less transparent side to Christmas, the dark side of the festivities. The point in the merriments where cold meat sambo’s resemble a broken record, you’ve listened to ‘Suzy Snowflake’ one too many times and the woman you call ‘mum’, like, totally missed the mark with her present (criminal). Disappointment, sadness and a total lack of justification for feeling these emotions take hold. For those of us looking to avoid throwing yourself and your mediocre gifts into the crockpot of Christmas crap, there is a solution.

The time tested method of child picking, parent buying. The old ‘ive bought my own present’ routine, something ive adopted this year to ensure my dream present was hand delivered into my greedy, undeserving hands. This bangin’ McCall lace top happens to be this year’s target, the perfect, hand selected, parent paid for present. Beautiful enough to help you maintain your expectant, spoiled brat status all while looking polished and fab. Signing off early, due to the exertion of writing about the difficulties of being a privileged, happy person. Merry Christmas bastards.

Wearing: Alice McCall top, Winston Wolfe skirt, B-low the Belt belt, Balenciaga heels, Acne Studios clutch Photographs: Anastasia Borrelli

One of life’s greatest challenges is travelling well. I am #blessed enough to have had a few trips in my time but to this day, I am yet to conquer the ‘not-too-smelly-of-a-tourist’ look. When you are fresh off a twelve hour, sardine-packed, slightly farty flight and the goddess in row two, seat B is wearing the leather jacket you wish you had and the jeans you thought were too uncomfortable for flying in, you can’t help but sob a lil’ on the inside. Suddenly your Nike’s and loose tee have left you feeling more Camilla than Diana. The deep feelings of inadequacy creep on up and you are now convincing yourself that row two, seat B has a serious case of crap personality-itis and an excess of body hair under her perfectly ironed, put-together ensemble. Deep down though, you know it aint’ so. With all of our deeply embedded vain and narcissistic qualities, is it too much to ask for to look at least ‘decent’ while travelling?

Enter, Josh Goot bomber. Again from the archives, this beauty has everything you need to pep yourself up for the jeopardies of travelling. The striking orchid pattern is enough to disguise a cheeky food stain or four, is as comfortable as mum jeans and has you looking like a total rock star ready for a guitar hero battle. It is also perfectly complements every modern woman’s travel uniform of black jeans and sneakers, hitting all the right comfort and style notes. If this aint' love, I really don’t know what is.

Wearing: Josh Goot 'orchid' bomber, Winston Wolfe leather skirt, Asos ribbed turtleneck crop, Proenza Schouler PS11 bag and Balenciaga boots Photos: Anastasia Borrelli

When I think about my ultimate, dream item, I think Balmain blazer – as well as a locket of President Obama’s hair, but we’ll chat about that another time. The dream of professional, independent woman who can pay her taxes without the help of Mum and understands the stock market is all I’ve ever wanted to be, and this blazer is helping me fake it till’ I make it. What is evident here, is the jackets beautiful structure, quality and badass, boss-lady energy. What really sets Balmain apart is its quality and tailoring, something that is very often and very poorly emulated. Creating the desired Kimmy K-esque waist, bold shoulders and slimlined silhouette, there is not a lot this jacket won’t and can’t do for you.

My favourite and probably most unnoticeable detail of the item is the beautiful, Victorian-like button details, something that dictates the garments quality and feel. It’s not every day you stumble across a wardrobe item that can see you through life, so when you do I advise you to sell your left kidney or any other semi-valuable body parts on the black market and splurge. It’s the right thing to do – the stock market says so.

Wearing: Balmain blazer, Ellery crop, Winston Wolfe skirt.

Photographer – Anastasia Borrelli