tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92122614215431438372024-03-19T11:05:42.192+00:00It's Cohen | Manchester fashion blogby Rebecca CohenRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.comBlogger478125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-32290706856028854102018-10-21T10:24:00.000+01:002018-10-21T10:24:31.963+01:00Pizza and Prints.
Rudy's Pizza, Ancoats
Complete disclaimer here: on Friday I got acrylic nails for the first time, so I needed to find an excuse to practice typing before I go back to the office. I thought I might as well make this time for something productive. So, enjoy.
If you've been reading this ol' blog for a while, you'll be well aware that I'm into my prints. Way back when, I wrote my Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com181tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-48664296054819552882018-08-19T09:21:00.000+01:002018-08-19T09:21:38.349+01:00Looking Sharp (and sweaty) in Ses Salines' Cactus Botanical Garden.
Botanicactus
We may have had something of a heatwave this year in the UK, however as I look outside at the grey skies drizzling I'm turning my memories (and clearing out my iPhoto) to last year's trip to Mallorca, and its Botanical Garden serving as a shrine to cactus: Botanicactus (got a ring to it, hasn't it?).
On our last day in Spain, Clare, Laura, Kate and I headed to this Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com201tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-82811487371598712172018-07-29T12:59:00.000+01:002018-07-29T12:59:40.774+01:00A Half-Yearly Review: 2018 H1
Oops, I did it again. Another few months without a blog post, and without a long and rambling paragraph (or five) explaining where I went and why.
In all honesty, there wasn't a big "This Is It" moment which led me to stop blogging. There also weren't any external influences leading me to give up either. However, I have been thinking about dipping my toes again for a while now, and a car Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com340tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-8414337476267667832017-12-17T12:34:00.000+00:002017-12-17T12:34:49.191+00:00Not being up to date.
The Classics
Another Dublin throwback, while I sit here wearing several layers watching Sunday Brunch with rain gently (for once) falling outside. If there's something I love about the Irish city, it's its architecture. I love all the red brick in Manchester (I mean, I ought to, as I've just bought an exposed brick dream), but I am a massive sucker for Georgian architecture and its Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-52153167810150481952017-12-02T09:30:00.000+00:002017-12-02T22:17:14.303+00:00An englishman walks into a (temple) bar.
A long weekend in Temple Bar, Dublin.
I'm not even going to pretend these photos are recent, but here's a little snapshot of a weekend spent in Dublin a while back. I've been across to Dublin a few times now (you can see photos taken on a reliable disposable camera from my first trip here), but as Laura had never been we decided on a long weekend in Temple Bar. The less chat about the Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com39Temple Bar, Dublin, Ireland53.3449379 -6.267473099999961153.3401984 -6.2775580999999612 53.3496774 -6.2573880999999609tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-34200721876539121932017-11-12T10:34:00.001+00:002017-11-12T10:35:31.532+00:00Life's a beach.
Mersea Island Beach Huts.
Whether you consider it the seaside or not ("it's a river!" "It sits on the estuary!"), I still count anywhere that's sandy and has beach huts as a trip to the beach. Obviously not your slightly warmer whip out a bikini and take some cliché snaps for the gram beach, but a take some mysteriously windswep photos by the pastel coloured Mersea Island beach Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-5584910227995834662017-11-05T10:55:00.001+00:002017-11-05T10:55:45.824+00:00Wrap star.
Layering Gingham Wrap Dresses
This outfit has a lot going on. We're talking ruffles, a tie waist, studs, gingham, even a coffee cup from Foundation (although that's not really the fundamental part of the outfit, just a fundamental part of my day). The guys at boohoo popped a surprise dress in the post, so when I unwrapped it and saw something I probably wouldn't purchase from an ecom shotRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com123tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-13564060983618631042017-10-15T09:30:00.001+01:002017-10-15T09:30:18.659+01:00I didn't forget, I swear.
Throwback Sunday
You know that friend you meet up with and you sit there trying to work out how long it's been since you last saw them, and then you get that guilty "oh crap, it was a lot longer ago that I thought" moment? Well, I'd like to introduce you to some photos from mid-May, which I will gloriously throwback with just a mere five months later. Whoops.
In all honesty, not thatRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-8315065516417373882017-10-01T09:30:00.000+01:002017-10-01T09:30:00.248+01:00Thigh high boots for autumn?
How to wear thigh high boots in autumn
Or rather, how I wear them.
It's definitely not groundbreaking to break the boots out when the temperatures drop, particularly when you've spent the last couple of years writing blog posts on how to wear thigh high boots every single way for work. However they're not generally a style I personally reach for that frequently, mainly down to my Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-21050902590776629052017-08-27T09:30:00.000+01:002017-08-27T09:30:18.810+01:00My current favourite outfit.
Pride
Is it just me, or has this week lasted a lifetime? Clocking out on Friday felt like a long time coming, and this three day weekend is very welcome indeed!
After a few glasses of prosecco and, um, a jaegerbomb on Friday night, waking up on Saturday morning was a pretty slow affair. After what felt like some v rusty cogs started moving again (aka I made myself a brew), I met up Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-83095750867009513982017-08-13T09:30:00.000+01:002017-08-13T09:30:33.168+01:00Sunshine in Ses Salines.
Ses Salines, Mallorca
Last minute sun? Oh, go on then. As I was owed some hours in lieu from work, Laura, Clare, Kate and I's plans to take a little trip somewhere (v) hot came to quick fruition and we were boarding a plane to Mallorca in Spain quicker than you could pour a glass of prosecco.
We'd been weighing up the pros and cons of going either all inclusive or opting for Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-85214932575461747292017-07-16T10:31:00.001+01:002017-07-16T10:31:46.273+01:00City and country.
Townie
City vs country: tale as old as time, etc. etc. When I was teeny tiny, we lived on a road where one end had a park and the other had a golf course, but was a 20 minute walk from the nearest tube stop. Then we moved to the arse end of nowhere a hamlet which had three pubs and no shops. Following that, I moved to Liverpool for university, then my family moved to the edge of a small Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-34418670036390404062017-06-11T09:30:00.000+01:002017-06-11T09:30:05.130+01:00Get outta town.
Houses in Didsbury, Manchester
When you're done spritzing that anti-pollution toner all over your face (guilty), it's an idea to jump on a tram and head out of town, even if just for a day. And that's exactly what Tori and I did. We explored Burton Road and Didsbury in South Manchester for an entire Saturday, and walked a very long way in the process! I could wax lyrical about how much Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-75332431993930214482017-05-14T09:00:00.000+01:002017-05-14T09:00:11.600+01:00She was a day tripper.
Pretending to be a Liverpool fashion blogger again.
Photos by Laura.
Blue skies = boozy opportunities. As soon as the clouds cleared, Laura and I headed to Liverpool as she'd never been and I didn't need an excuse. Seemingly on a tour of its most instagrammable spots, we headed straight to Oh Me Oh My's roof garden for a gin in the sun, and one hell of a view (see the insta shot below).Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-53929976499768669462017-04-30T20:55:00.001+01:002017-04-30T20:55:33.133+01:00Old Wellington.
Cherry Blossom in Manchester.
If there's one thing that the North does well, it's a roast. So when Clare got in touch to mention that the folks at Nicholson's were asking her to review the Old Wellington, Laura, Kate and I were on it before you could say roast potato.
I've been past the Old Wellington countless times as it was on my walk to work on my old commute (more on thatRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-40157080805795164362017-03-25T12:17:00.000+00:002017-06-18T21:30:25.537+01:00With bubbles.
Brunching at Cote Brasserie.
Last minute Mother's Day plans need to be made stat? Get some bubbles involved.
Last weekend, we were invited to try the Côte Brasserie brunch menu, and it'd make for the perfect morning indulgence for you and your mum tomorrow. I headed along with Laura, and met Stacey and Meg at the Côte Brasserie just off Deansgate, meaning it's super central and the Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-47264941076906132052017-03-12T09:30:00.000+00:002017-03-12T09:30:13.876+00:00A day off.
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Taking Time Out.
I am notoriously bad at doing nothing. I'm in the 1% of people who hasn't bothered getting a Netflix subscription 'cause this gal ain't got time for that. Instead, I tend to head out and do something (anything) to make sure that it's not a day "wasted". Whether it's heading to the gym or going out to a coffee Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-59670212794990858702017-02-26T10:34:00.001+00:002017-02-26T10:34:47.937+00:00A really, really good food day.
Alabama's Brunch and Menagerie Afternoon Tea
I'm normally really organised when it comes to sorting out my social life. I like having everything in my calendar, because otherwise there's literally zero chance of me turning up (thanks to the constant chaos happening inside my head). According to aforementioned calendar, this post should be called "a really, really good food weekend" Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-8498187946932036762017-01-29T09:00:00.000+00:002017-01-29T09:00:28.712+00:00Life Lately: Turning 25, Turning 2017 and Turning a New Leaf.
Quarter of a Century
Well, somehow I've made it 25 years without ending things a bit prematurely despite a couple of tequila-related close calls, so I guess some congratulations are in order. Late last year I hit the big two-five. No massive fireworks, no attention seeking spectacle (I hope), but a nice embarrassing round of happy birthdays from the guys at work, a card and present Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-89135234791473630522016-10-23T09:30:00.000+01:002016-10-23T09:30:24.140+01:00Blogging full circle.
Throwback.
It's been a while.
When I first started blogging my outfits "properly", i.e. not on my laptop camera, all I required was a flat surface/low wall and my point and shoot camera's self-timer function. Since then, I've been pretty good at coercing or full on bribing people into taking the occasional photo, meaning those ten repositioning yourself seconds haven't happened for a Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-44154869336986870022016-10-09T09:30:00.000+01:002016-10-09T09:30:00.164+01:00Brit project.
Sundays in Manchester.
Aaaaaaaand breathe. If you're anything like any of the people I've spoken to in the past couple of days, your week's been a shocker. Inevitably it's the oh-crap-it's-October-how-did-that-happen panic setting in, along with a whole load of other Q4 feels, but there's definitely something other than pumpkin spice particles in the air.
Despite this (by which I Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-33832930555935766282016-09-25T09:30:00.000+01:002016-09-25T09:30:21.656+01:00Evening and chill.
How to Chill The Fuck Out
It's been a long ol' process, learning how to chill out. I'm not 100% there yet, but I've been learning how to let go and generally stop being a ball of stress at all times. I still get massive FOMO and let tasks build up, but these are the small steps I'm taking on the daily in order to make sure that I have my shit together and keep functioning like a, well, Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-50801107394445223412016-09-18T09:30:00.000+01:002016-09-18T09:30:30.773+01:00MAN > SHF
A Culottes Jumpsuit and Embossed Watch
Let me just hold backspace for a bit.
I have a habit of leaving my emails for about three weeks, then replying en masse. It's not a technique I'd recommend. In fact, I'd actively dissuade you from adopting this method, as it's only going to make you stress and piss people off. Either way, when I got an email from the babes at Olivia Burton askingRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-21460430659742092392016-09-04T10:15:00.000+01:002016-09-04T10:15:03.537+01:00Moving to Manchester: six months on.
Moving to Manchester: Six Months On
And some completely unrelated photos to go with it.
Okay, okay, seeing as I moved on 6th February it's nearer the seven months mark, but I'm gonna go with it, as six seems like the bigger "landmark". But doesn't time fly when you're having fun and drinking the Northern Quarter dry? Since moving to Manchester, there've been a few changes, and I Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212261421543143837.post-10912060565731024302016-08-14T10:11:00.001+01:002016-08-14T10:14:27.722+01:00Cities of hope.
Still time time to win an iPhone SE here!
Spend your days in the sunshine.
You could wait a lifetime for the weather to behave in Manchester (what is it about this bloody city?), but I've worked out it takes an average of once every six weeks for it to be No Coat Weather in the North West. Thankfully, when Winnie came to visit, the morning's grey skies gave way to something hellaRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778789417285925987noreply@blogger.com11