My latest Stylephile post is on no other than my younger sister, Nora.
If you need any reacquainting with my feisty and ferocious kins-lady, you can check out this post
Age: Close enough to be eighteen
Hometown: Dubai, United Arab Emirates
Favourite outfit as a child: That fruity matching shorts and top set that mama bought for each of us…you know the one with the fruit print
Signature style touches: Long necklaces
Style Idol: Victoria Beckham…and the Fanning sisters
Favourite Designers: Alexander McQueen, Balmain, and Elie Saab
If given $5,000 to spend exclusively on accessories you would buy: A pair of Louboutins, Alexander McQueen clutch, and the rest would go towards a Chanel bag
Ultimate fashion faux pas: Denim on denim…heinous
Best piece in your closet: My Doc Marten boots
Ideal sandwich: Mozzarella, basil, tomatoes, balsamic, mushrooms, greens, and red peppers all panini’d up
Nora’s style has always been quirky and a unique hybrid of urban and feminine chic…that is, after we both got past the embarrassing Juicy Couture velour hoodie/7 for all Mankind bootcuts/Uggs combo trend (in our defense it was 2003 where it was several notches less of a faux pas than today’s standard.)
Since then, you can find plenty of denim skinnies in her wardrobe (J Brand or Marc by Marc Jacobs are the favourites- though Miss Sixty and Diesel were formerly before they got a little embellishment-wild), autumn hues of oversized Trouve tees and knits, and some lace or chiffon accented blouses. In sum, the canvas is clean and the accessories are what bring the zing- namely a collection of long chain necklaces with animal or skull pendants, Doc Martens to dainty Vera Wang flats, and a killer Designer purse selection featuring several Marcs and the regular repertoire of Gucci/Prada/Burberry/Dior.
She’s stylish indeed, and the most efficient shopping companion I’ve ever had. She will INSIST you put that “hideous” pair of nautical shorts back on the rack and will correctly inform you prior to wasting time and impatience on a fitting room that there is no way in hell you’ll fill out that vanity-sized Theory pencil skirt and you might as well just give up on finding any work clothes that look or fit halfway well unless you’re willing to pay up downstairs at Armani.
Love ya sis.