Monday, May 31, 2010

Don't Mind If I Do...

In one of those delightful serendipitious slides into other_awesome_things that blogging does, I found luisaviaroma.com site from the amazing Luxirare. 

LustLustLust.

I didn't much move beyond the rings page.

Delletrez: Rubilite Stone Hand Ring

Fabio Cammarata: Gaudi' O Ring; People Vienna Ring

Iosselliani - Mesh Turquoise Rhinestone Ring

Catarina Zangrando: Swarowski Sea Horse Ring

Chasing My Metaphors

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I love this belt, mostly for the crooked horns.
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You can't see so well through the windscreen, but as I was driving home, the sky was promising the most amazing sunset. Throwing plans of getting home on time to the wind, I decided to chase the sunset all the way to the beach. 
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Resisting the imploring voice of reason of the Navman, as he patiently persisted in recharting my course back home. I, just as persistently went my own way anyway. Deaf to his entreaties to turn left, perform a u-turn, take the next right.Photobucket
I had no idea where I was, in which direction the beach lay. There was something so damn rebellious about ignoring the navman. Even though technically I was rebelling against my own course. 
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Failing to find the beach (I found a stream, and a dead end), I spent the next twenty minutes scribbling about how I was sure there was some metaphor in my evening's adventures, and concluding that if there was, I was content not to know it. Just yet, anyway. I think, as my departure for London looms closer I just want to lose myself, fly in the face of my own plans, grab life and just sing out the window. And laugh at the dark streams that do not resemble the white beaches and rolling waves, and know that it is safe for a while yet to ignore those small voices of reason, no matter how mechanical and persistent they are.

Jeans: Nobody
Top: Finders Keepers bodysuit, thrifted
Jacket: vintage, thrifted
Shoes: Sportsgirl
Flower Ring: Sportsgirl
Belt: thrifted

Sunday, May 30, 2010


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May your week be like this.

xx

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Red For My Kind of Bad Luck

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Red, as you might have noticed, is one of my favourite colours to wear. It's bold, and definite. There's no room to be shy. I think, when I wear red, I feel like I can let my clothes speak for me. I don't often feel bold and definite, so a splash of red, and I can bluff my way through anything. I wear red glasses everyday, so that helps in day to day situations. At other times? Bring on a redred power blazer. Bam, confidence galore.


Also, a good friend who is currently interning in China says that 24, the year of the Tiger, is a year of bad luck. But wearing red will help. So here goes!


Skirt: Supre
Blazer: Liz Jordan
Socks: Dotti
Shoes: Bebe
Belt: Cotton On

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Give Me My Birthday Scrawl

Once the excitement of childhood wears off, birthdays seem to be tainted with this slight tang of disappointment because they don't contain the magic they once did. A billion presents in assorted sizes don't wait at the end of your bed, and having happy birthday sung to you is more on the embarrassing side than just being par for the course. 

And yet, at 24, I think I've come out the other side of the birthday-emotion tunnel. That disappointment has gone, and the birthday fever has settled into a warm appreciation for a day where you really and truly get shown how special the people in your life are. 
Where once I barely spared a glance for the scribbled scrawls inside birthday cards, the words written in those cliche hallmark cards are now the most treasured part of my birthday-day.  
But...
Pink boxes, with bows and ribbons. And tissue paper...
And a card that has words of love from people that know you better than the world. 
Tissue paper that unwraps the most amazing dress that you already love and which is in your size and everything, and all ready and waiting for a night to wear it...
Add in some flowers delivered to work. Edible flowers, from edible best friends.  
Flowers that come with champagne, and messages that make you blush and giggle.
Hands down, best friends are better than all the exotic lovers who will ever deliver flowers to your workplace. 
And double hands down the best birthday card I have ever received in my life. 
Firstly, it was international.
Secondly, it was snail-mail, and that included a little snail drawn.
And thirdly, and best-est-ly it looked like this. Trace, you are too cute!! Thank you, not only for the front of the card, but all the sweet words inside.
So I will end with the free admission that I still squeal like a little girl, over boxes tied with ribbons, and chocolates wrapped in cellophane, and may just have sung along a little under my breath with the old 'happy birthday'.
So - birthdays:
Pancakes and hugs, and half-finished songs.
Mum still cooking my favourite lasagne for my birthday dinner, and all the siblings jostling to give hugs, and the bleepbleep-ping! of facebook/twitter/phone going oh-bananas all day. 
And presents that make your heart giggle and jump around.

Thank you for all the birthday love.
xx

(and Rachel - you are a gem, for this! I can stop carrying my camera around in a beanie!!)

Monday, May 24, 2010

LondonLove

But if I could, just for a day, I wouldn't mind being this:

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via: studdedhearts

You're The Blue In My Grey Day

I used to wear headscarves all.the.time. I was never one of those girls that carried bobby pins in a cute container, or could confidently say that I possessed a hairband. Bobby pins to me are awesome accidents of luck that I find in the bottom of my handbag, or in various pockets of blazers and jeans. As for hairbands... no chance-pants. I will buy them galore, and lose them all in a week. Headscarves, however? Now that's my thing. I'm talking everything from scarves to random bits of material I've lopped off dresses. Tied anywhichway, it's the perfect cover for bad hair, a bland outfit, or a ninja-pirate. 
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My hair has undergone a near constant state of transformation over the last two years. From champignon-mushroom style (read: heavy bob, blunt fringe), to a side mullet-thing (read: asymmetrical cut with cascading colour), to all fringe no action (read: ohmygod, the back of my head is bare. Bare!) to it's current outgrown side-fringe, short back and sides thing. Blame it on a mantra of 'oh, it will grow back' combined with being too willing to volunteer for hair modelling. All these hair-raising (or hair-razing, depending on how you like your puns) has meant that headscarves have taken a bit of a hiatus from my head for a while. But methinks they are back. 
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Because this weekend, when it was all a bit cold to know what to wear, and it was raining and dull, and I had on comfy clothes that are inoffensive and, well, comfy, it was this brilliantly blue, Cambodian silk scarf that literally wrapped itself around my head, and brightened my day, swinging its tasselled ends all around.
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Combined with these vintage shoes, which are fur lined baby, I was toasty and happy.
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And yes, that is the suspicion of a bright pink pair of socks under those jeans. 


xx

Sunday, May 23, 2010

My Disclaimer, If Any

It can be daunting having a blog. Most of the time, it's this ...thing...  that is in the back of my head that I feel like I should do. Which is silly, because I love doing it. But I mean - who knows if I'm doing it right, or sound like a total wanker, or look like a wannabe? It's this bizarre self-publishing thing that I do mostly for my own gratification, and a little bit to belong to this crazy online world. 

At times, when I find images like this, I know exactly why I  like blogging. A lot of my friends (who must think I'm kinda crazy to be doing this) like finding the bits and pieces of pictures I post here. Like this stunning one:

vmag: Mario Testoni. Via lesmoking

Saving my little petooty off for overseas adventures has severely curtailed my social life. So there's a lot of being at home, a lot of reading and re-reading my favourite books. A lot of scooting around the internet and sitting on twitter waiting for people to link to cool things. A hell of a lot of imaginary online shopping. And by imaginary shopping, I don't mean that I shop in my imagination. I mean that I peruse my favourite online shops (Nastygal, Pixie Market, Topshop, various favourite ebay sellers), and imagine myself buying lotsandlotsandlotsofshoes. But I don't. 

Self-imposed reclusion (if that is even a word) also means a lot of coming up with outfits that I now wear to completely inappropriate places. Nipping down to the shops for a coffee? Why yes, Bebe platforms, come for a walk. Quiet drinks at the local - bring on the thigh-high socks and power blazer mixed with a killer studded belt. If I can't be barhopping the two nights of my weekend, I will dress wear I can, when I can. And even for no reason at all. I think I played dress ups all weekend, just to perch my camera on a ladder and take photos of myself. I have to spell that out, because while on the one hand I find it ridiculous, on the other hand I'm going to keep on doing it. 
So there!

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This whole saving thing has brought two things to my attention.
1. You should wear what you want, when you want. One of the things I've always loved about clothes is finding the e-zacktly right thing to wear for every occasion. Now, I just love busting out what I want, when I want. 

2. Not buying new clothes has meant a whole lot of recycling of clothes and mixin-and-matchin. It's been fun! I had a suitcase full of clothes that I was planning to photograph and put up on ebay. I think I've worn every single one of them. Believe it or not, this green top I posted about here was in that chuck out pile. Now I feel like I'll be passing it onto my grandkids. 

So this is my warning. I will post gratuitous pictures of myself wearing my clothes, because it saves me from spending money, and going out, and lets my have some fun. There lies my disclaimer, and I stick with it. 


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xx

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Pretty much love everything about this look. Michelle Williams in Cannes. Having Ryan Gosling for arm candy must also be nice!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Braids and Ladders

I've loved having short hair. The downside? It grows out, and becomes unmanageable until you either cut it again, or grow it out. What to do, what to do...
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Braids. Twisting and twining in and around until my hair stays out of my face. 
As for the ladder - makes a good makeshift tripod!
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Continuing my love affair with socks and heels, I'm getting myself into fancier socks... No, I really loved the textures involved in this outfit. The ruching of the shoes, the knotting of the bag, the crumplage of the socks. Against a trench coat, buttoned to the neck, structured and full of lines that zigzag, but stay always straight. 
Coat: Cooper by Trelise
Shoes: Kazui
Dress: Don't Ask Amanda
Socks: Dotti (sale bin, whee!)
Bag: Review