^^hmmm ok, I will admit that their matching Alhambra VC&A bracelet/pendants (Jack’s carnelian, Sasha’s cobalt) are an adorable touch, and if I were several clicks less smart I might buy that they were proof of some romantic sentiment. As it is, I think they just both share a taste in girly twee sparkly things.
As for the rest of Sasha’s attire, I always find myself wanting to grab her, scrub her up, and put her in more elegant and mature outfits. She’s 27, loaded, and a professional catalogue model who professes to want to become a mother and an activist, but she still dresses like a 19-year old yachter on the make.
If it’s true that one must dress for where they want to be in life, then this stage in Sasha’s career, she’s at least got to get rid of the Pretty Woman hooker boots, the Daisy Dukes, and the ratchet acrylics & cheap market-stall jewellery (she literally has a diamanté necklace that spells ‘Sasha’...no I’m not messing). The bodice tops she favours could be alright, if she paired them with long flowy skirts and a nice court or sandal, or with smart fitted suit trousers or jodhpurs with Chelsea boots in the winter. Not saying no skin or Pioneer Prude, either—just not everything out all at once (a lesson Jack could also stand to learn).
And imagine what wonders a French manicure, a dark chestnut dye, and some tasteful tiny drop earrings could do for her general look. She’s a pro-model, for goodness’ sake! I want more and better from her—bias-cut maxi gowns, androgynous ruffle shirts, cashmere turtlenecks and gilets, Safari rompers, cape/coat combos, glamping anoraks, patterned tights, bandannas, anything more creative than Brummie Babestation.
With her body and her hair, Sash could look £100m worth of Chester-glam nouveau-riche unaffordable WAG; instead, she just chooses to look like she charges a grand for a long weekend plus extras, like the girls a drunk bored Jack probably goes trolling for on his lads’ holidays (once all the lads have plowed through him, of course).