Backstage just seems to be so much more interesting than on the runway. A little less manufactured and a lot more real. Really glad to see this super flattering silhouette around again. Let’s leave the oversized gear to the boys for a while.
- Image of Balmain Fall 2013 backstage from V Magazine.
We are very fickle creatures. I find myself being so affected by the weather lately. It really seems to dictate my mood.
I’m so bored by predictable old black in the wardrobe. Right now, with the Mexican sun streaming through the windows I’m dying for some bright colours and confused prints. Something a little more unplanned and spontaneous.
Some people’s face just stay with you. Every time I catch a glimpse of Ezra Miller I’m reminded of his disturbed portrayal of Kevin and of that magnificent moment when he and Tilda Swinton face off in his prison cell.
I was lucky enough to snap up a pair of these Chloe pumps earlier in the year, but I still haven’t managed to find the right look for them. They are so wonderfully creamy and I know they will come in handy someday, but for now I’m just happy to stare at them lovingly.
The former residence of Rita Hayworth and Orson Wells, and later the location of Mr Presley’s kitschy cinema classic, Boca Chica seems like its tropical heaven on earth. And maybe even perhaps the perfect wedding location.
The voyage is officially over. Today, after 6 weeks of full on international travel I am headed home to a warm bed and my beautiful fiancé. Exploring is amazing, but even better when coming home is pretty fantastic too.
When I saw this baby in Hong Kong my heart fluttered. I’ve been watching hunting for the past few years, looking for something understated, with a leather band, and overall just classic. This baby fits the bill in every possible way.
Being back in the land down under has reminded me how many gorgeous girls are about. A little left of centre, sans makeup and sporting a killer smirk, Stevie has always been my local icon, making me weak at the knees whenever she happened to pop by the office. It’s just so easy and carefree…and feels completely like home.
- Image of Stevie Dance from Young Blood Runs Wild.
I can’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
A very special someone recently surprised me with my very own Cartier panthere ring and I just can’t contain myself. I spent about an hour staring at it lovingly before I snapped out of it, but honestly, who could blame me.
I like to think that I’m a strong modern woman, but I can’t help to admit that I’ve dreamed of my wedding day since I was a little girl.
It’s definitely not about the big meringue dress or the flowery centrepieces…..I think it’s just more the hopeless romantic inside me daydreaming about some magical moment. And if I ever do decide to take the plunge it will most definitely be unorthodox and completely decadent, but in a totally left of centre way.
Such a great and interesting article came up on Refintery29 about how out of touch it seems like the front row is getting these days.
Sometimes I just feel like the giant PR machine is just getting out of control and the focus has just shifted away from the magnificent art of dressmaking, and onto over-hyped and underexperienced bloggers, scrambling to get street snapped.
I love buying photography right now. Freezing a perfect moment in time and hanging it on the wall just feels so organic, plain and simple. And while I’m a little fashion starved it seems a lovely way to divert funds.
It’s generally the mood of an image, not any particular theme that gets me, which is why these shots from badlands kill me.