dvfstandsstrongchic.

The Council of Fashion Designers of America has issued new guidelines that will prohibit models from strutting down New York Fashion Week's runways, if they are under the age of 16. The President of the Council Ms Diane von Furstenburg (also famous for being a fashion designer and WHO can forget that fleeting cameo in The City... Whitney Port, I read you) has announced that young models will be forced to show ID before they get on the catwalk. The Council has made it clear that fashion designers have a "responsibility", to protect young women involved in the somewhat, messed up industry. What do you think about this news? Has it been a long time coming, or will it prove to be futile? Do you think the models should follow facelesschic's lead and be provided with random shit to hide behind on the catwalk? And would covering the faces of models help the crisis that the fash pack face, or open the industry to a whole new wave of girls? Lemme know wha cha sayin.

timeforteachic.

The only thing better than today's facelesschica's (get it?) knitted cardigan - complete with leather elbow pads,  is her Im:mortal alpaka styley bagpack. Timeforteachic is made up of knitted wonders and a chic and simple shirt, fc's staple black jeans and every girl's fave accessory, a teapot. What does everyone think of today's look? Do you love the bagpack as much as us?

Sweet folk. 

trenchinchic.

The most chung-aphillic look to date, but it's sunday, and who can resist being a chungophile on the Sabbath day? Trenchin' it around Nottingham is a favourite hobby of facelesschic's, epesh when the trench in question is double breasted (score). Set on a backdrop of authentic street lanterns and teamed with a chocolate brown vintage bag and Van Gogh's skull with cig print, the outfit is crAZY indielicious. Oh Yeah. 

yellowcarchic

Today's post is not an intentional homage to counting crows, but don't it seem that way. Thankfully the big yellow (parked car) taxi adds some colour to an otherwise grey but still great image. The Zara leopard jacket is my most favourite of all dressing gown style jackets, and today boys and girls it is accompanied by Aldo heeled desert boots and my favefave look, ankle grazer trousers. Not sure whether it's the vintage leather clutch or the arty flash that makes this outfit appear suitable for night time life, but I'm going with it.      
 What do y'all think? 

koolkidsklubchic

 Where better for facelesschic to make it's debut at getting street-snap happy and celebrating everyday style success, than dough's 'Kool Kids Klub'. Avert your attention to these kool kids klubbing, and embracing facelesschic. Krackin'.

bownanzachic.

BOWnanza, comin atcha.

This look features every single item facelesschic would consider to be a wardrobe 'staple' and admittedly, the end result could be considered to be wee bit posh-girl-on-an-indie-mission. But OH WELL, fc's blog, fc's rules beetch. The Breton T, double breasted camel jacket and ankle grazer (pedal pusher) mix would guarantee an IT girl a place on a glossy's best dressed list... the bootiful bow in place of ms average's face ensures the outfit a post on facelesschic. It's street style, for the style, baby. 

noplacelikehomechic

There's no place like home. 

A lazy day spent dressed for comfort, still while avoiding sweatysweatysweat pants. Result. 

This vintage jumper complete with pearl detail and shoulder pads (obviously), paired with a slouchy floor length primmy skirt makes the ultimate combo. Teamed with bunting and a blackboard filled with the cosiest of all slogans; today's noplacelikehome ensemble, works as the shabbiest of all chics. 

ukuleledaychic

How charming.

Facelesschic brings you 'Perfect combination of sexy and cute' wannabe-folk and wannabe-hip. Combining Marant-esque, actually from Zara trousers, and as much tan leather as one could pull off without slightly resembling Donatella, the ensemble is the outrageously simple answer to the ever burning, increasingly tragic question of HOW CAN I PULL OFF a daytime folkish/ trendster look?

Look no further friends.

The Uke adds nothing more to the image than the illusion that maybe, the faces of facelesschic moonlight in a quaint folk band. Enigmatic, baby.

pugfacechic.

We all have them, days when you know your outfit is THE dog's bllcks, and then you realise your face LOOKS LIKE the aforementioned. Unfortunately, modern society won't allow for tribes of fashpackinistas masking their faces with pug-faced-clasp-purses, but style blog faceless chic will. Poochin.

facelesschic.

facelesschic.

So it would seem that for those of us optimistically waiting to be street-style-snap-happied each time we hit the town, only to be met with hopeless disappointment that our one hobby is STILL, somehow yet to be recognised by those all powerful 'cool hunters'... it might be time to throw in the towel. The majority of trend hunters seemingly are yet to clock on to the fact that both 'models and mortals' know how to dress, and that for many mere non- models trawling through hundreds of 

'street-style-oh-shit-what-this-old-thing-justkidding-actually-on-my-way-to-photoshoot!'

                                       ... images is actually growing rather tiresome. Facelesschic is an appreciation of true style, and fashion forward thinking. Through the use of various masks and objects, facelesschic will expose true fashionistas.

 Think street style, for the style.