I have always really appreciated Charli XCX’s sense of style.  Not just how she dresses but sort of like everything about her.  There is a mixture of confidence and fun to it.  It sort of infuses a lot of what she does, this idea that she wants to try something and just have fun doing it.  And what mixes with that is the fact that she often admits she doesn’t really know what she’s doing or how it will turn out and that is this strange confidence to kind of shrug, say I might fuck this up and do it anyway.  The results are that I often love how she dresses even if I can’t imagine anyone else ever dressing that way. I didn’t know how her collaboration with Boohoo would turn out because… well, her stuff screams her so much that I love it but you know, it screams her.  Now that pictures of it are out I still have the same question but I don’t care because it all looks so wonderful on her.  It’s no secret how much I love Charli XCX but one fo the things that plagues me with her is that so many people I am close with don’t get my love of Charli at all.  They think it’s odd.  And this fills me with a strange desire to convert them somehow.  So I see these pictures and I am like, shit, these are amazing.  These are perfect.  I love them.  And then immediately the person I want to convert the most springs to mind and I go, “She’s going to fucking hate these”.  Such is my curse, what I like about Charli XCX is the same thing that means she is not for everyone I suppose.  Man is she for me though.  Today I want to fuck Charli XCX.