
Somewhere in Dakar, on a hot day with a horse who was far less interested in my shoot than I was and honestly scared the hell out of me with the sheer size of. As I struggled to get on it, falling back multiple times but determined to get on so I can get the shot, it hit me. This is such a great analogy for life as a whole and would make a perfect article for What the Foxx: Back on the Horse!
But there was no What the Foxx. I hadn’t climbed that metaphorical horse with as much determination as I mounted this well accessorised white horse. In a long dress, as you do.
So that’s exactly what this is. Me, getting back on my horse
Welcome to What The Foxx, this first post is my way of explaining what this site is, what I’m doing here, and honestly, reintroducing myself as a writer. An editor. Someone who absolutely loves this, and has missed it more than she realised.
If I’m being completely honest, I’m a little let down with myself for letting go of something I love so much. So much ‘life’ happened to me over the last three years since I lost my first blog – Romeo’s Fashion Fix. And I just… let it.
I’ve loved and lost, burned out, survived what could’ve been a fatal accident and felt my mental health decline. So let’s just say, I changed a lot in that time. Before, I was the kind of person who’d have an idea, execute it immediately, finesse it later. I didn’t overthink it, I just did it. But somewhere in my late twenties, and now – at 32, I’ve found myself more cautious. I still have ideas. I still go for things. But there’s a…hesitation now. A pause. What if no one cares. What if it doesn’t succeed. What if it’s not perfect.
What if, what if, what if…
So, let’s rewind.
About eleven years ago, I started my first blog: romeosfashionfix.blogspot.com. Yes, blogspot! If you remember Blogger, then congratulations, you’re as old as I am! And looking fabulous might I add. My first ever post? A raw, very personal piece about my struggles as a Black girl trying to find the right red lipstick. (Shout out to sleek cosmetics’ Matte Me lipstick in Roja Red)
You might be surprised by how personal I was back then, especially compared to now. These days, my focus has been on fashion editorials and dramatic walking shots (which I have perfected – let’s be honest lol). And I do love that. It’s who I am, it’s what I create and i’m proud of all the work and effort I put into creating magazine-worthy photographs. But over time, I’ve felt a bigger and bigger disconnect between what I put out there and the many other sides of myself.
And I don’t want to keep perpetuating this idea of perfection.
I appreciate every compliment I get, I truly do but while pushing ahead with creating stunning visuals, I’ve over-filtered, over-perfected my brand. And I think it’s time to get back to who the fuck I really am.
That’s why I’m writing again.
Of course, there will be fashion here. Trends, street style, shows, editorials, the bags you need, the shoes you should invest in, and why you should never, ever wear socks with sandals. But there will also be life. Because life happens in between the shows, the shoots, the trips. Life just… happens. It’s rarely as glamorous, colourful and perfectly curated and executed as our wardrobes and outfits but it is beautiful. Beautiful in its flaws. Beautiful in its imperfections. Beautiful in it’s uncertainty.
That’s where the lessons are, and I want to share them with you, and look forward to hearing yours
This is part discovery, part healing, part sharing, part community, and one hundred percent STYLE.
So yes, I fell off the horse a couple of years ago when my last blog disappeared. But it’s time to stop procrastinating, dust myself off, and channel Bianca Jagger’s entrance into Studio 54 get back on the fucking horse, darling. The view is so much better from up here
Giddy up. Here we go!
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