I’m kind of having a bit of a hard time at the moment.
Between getting organised for my big adventure, trying to fill out copious paperwork for an application to drama school, foreign job hunting and dealing with the resulting fall out I’m a little out of sorts.
Tonight I took a bit of time out and went to an audition for a short film. The thing is with these kinds of projects it’s actually quite rare to be super excited about a role. But I seem to have gotten a little lucky, which means I’m more than desperately eager to land it.
I have fingers, toes and everything in between crossed. So until I get word, I’ll be sitting, wishing and (not so patiently) waiting.
I have big love for Ms Rutt. She’s an unconventional virgin suicides type beauty. A complete chameleon without ever losing her personality. And she just seems really comfortable in her own skin. An admirable quality in any woman.
So much 20s buzz happening in Sydney right now with the pending production of Great Gatsby. I’m kind of miffed because everyone and his dog will probably be rocking a flapper dress this time next year and they’re totally stealing my thunder.
The 20s are undoubtedly the most delightfully romantic and gloriously decadent period I can imagine. Films like Atonement and La Vie En Rose only fueled the fire. So whilst I will be waiting with baited breath for Baz’s interpretation, there’s plenty of charleston dancing, champagne sipping, bejewelled and bedazzled inspiration out there right now.
I *accidentally* fell into a temporary internet shopping coma last night.
It was late and it had been a long day…well that’s my excuse anyway. Beside I think these bow pumps are going to be a perfect NY staple. And don’t remind me that shopping for things to wear on an overseas trip is legally insane.
Channeling my inner domestic goddess this evening by cooking a roast, playing some 50s jazz and lighting a candle. Whilst it might not be as glamourous as pictured, it definitely was delightful. If only I could bring myself to face the towering stack of laundry now…
If ever a woman has achieved perfection of the female form, it has to be Miranda. Not only does she look like this, but she has impeccible style and grace as well as being a seemingly lovely human being.
It’s just too much for me. But for the rest of summer I’m going to try to follow her lead.
My favourite element of fashion is lingerie. A bold claim, but it truly is. I love the feeling of silk and lace against bare skin and I love that beautiful lingerie is the secret that a woman carries quietly along with her throughout the day.