Skip to content

31 posts

Lifestyle

Most of what's here was never staged for a camera first — it's just the outfit that was already on when someone said the light looked good.

Keep Reading
Neké Akua laughing in a burnt-orange sweater against an exposed brick wall.
Neké Akua in a red ruffled off-shoulder gown, laughing with a bouquet of wildflowers in a string-lit courtyard.
Neké Akua in a cream cape blazer, pen in hand over an open notebook, against a jungle-leaf wallpaper.

Outfits, mornings, and the small decisions that make an ordinary Tuesday feel considered instead of rushed — squeezed in around work, two kids at two completely different stages, and a calendar that never really clears.

How I Actually Get Dressed

  • One statement piece, never two, at the same time.
  • If it can't survive a car-seat buckle, it doesn't make the closet.
  • Comfortable enough to still be wearing it at 9pm.

From the shop

See the full list
“The pieces I reach for when I’ve got nine minutes.”

Neké Akua · on lifestyle

Neké Akua laughing on a stool in a fringed vintage band tee and ripped flare jeans against a charcoal wall.
“None of this is a uniform. It’s just what I already owned, worn on a day I actually left the house.”

Neké Akua · on getting dressed for real life

Written About Lifestyle

  • Neké Akua in a red blazer and pink top, holding a quilted bag beside a flower planter.
  • Neké Akua laughing on a stool in a cream graphic tee and flared denim.
  • Neké Akua in an orange wrap sweater, holding a glass of wine beside an exposed brick wall.
  • Neké Akua barefoot in an orange crossover knit and distressed jeans, leaning against a white wall next to exposed brick and a tall ZZ plant.
  • Neké Akua in a yellow satin gown with a high slit and silver heels, standing before a floor-to-ceiling pink flower wall with her train spread wide.
  • Neké Akua laughing in a yellow satin gown against a wall of pink and blush flowers, her train caught mid-motion across the frame.
  • Neké Akua in a sweeping yellow satin gown holding a two-tier birthday cake trimmed with blue and yellow blooms.
  • Neké Akua in a yellow satin gown holding gold foil balloons, the dress's long train sweeping the length of the studio floor.
  • Neké Akua laughing as she sets a tan felt hat on her head, wearing a white tee and gold bracelets against a deep blue wall hung with more hats.
  • Neké Akua in a rose-brown metallic gele head wrap with crystal drop earrings and deep berry lipstick, photographed close up indoors.
  • Neké Akua in a white satin blazer and red lip, a jewelled geometric earring framing her face against a dark backdrop.
  • Neké Akua in a grey colour-blocked wool coat and beaded necklace, blonde curls swept into a high ponytail.
  • Neké Akua laughing in a black graphic tee against a beige geometric-print wall.
  • Neké Akua in a red ruffled off-the-shoulder dress on a checkerboard terrace, tucking a purple bloom behind her ear.
  • Neké Akua in an oversized red blazer and long braids, glancing back over her shoulder on a sunlit shopping street.
  • Neké Akua with arms folded in a blush cape blazer and white trousers, standing against green palm-print wallpaper.
  • Neké Akua in a red ruffled off-the-shoulder gown on the checkerboard tiled forecourt of a grand white hotel entrance.
  • Neké Akua in a mustard blazer holding a monogrammed mug, looking off-camera in a warm, art-lined room.
  • Neké Akua in a hot-pink wrap blouse and denim shorts, glancing back against a graffiti-covered wall, woven bag in hand.
  • Neké Akua laughing on a stool in a fringed vintage band tee and ripped flare jeans against a charcoal wall.
  • Neké Akua in a red ruffled off-shoulder gown, laughing with a bouquet of wildflowers in a string-lit courtyard.
  • Neké Akua in a cream cape blazer, pen in hand over an open notebook, against a jungle-leaf wallpaper.

More to Explore

Let’s Be Friends

Once a month I send the things that didn’t make it to the grid — the hotel I’d actually rebook, what I’m cooking on repeat, the one thing I bought and don’t regret.

No spam — just what I’m loving each month.