My newest handbag addition, the Alexander Wang Marti convertible backpack, arrived and it is just as delicious as I imagined.
Firstly the leather is smooshy and delectable, with subtle suede accents and industrial looking zippers which give in the true Wang feel. Its also got pockets galore for all of my junk. I justified this purchase as a “necessity” because it just so darn smart! All the straps are convertible and handy and it will be great to wear as a backpack when I’m off traveling.
This baby has since been dubbed ‘Dumbo’ by my workmates, and I’m sure he will have pride of place in my closet…for the time being at least!
Currently in the process of planning my summer holidays. Yes, I know I’m getting a little ahead of myself considering it’s only just starting to get cold here, but I always want what I can’t have apparently.
I’m dreaming of white beaches, azure waters, the smell of sunscreen and No. 8 cocktails at North Bondi Italian. Add some crazy Mexicans to the mix and fingers crossed it’s going to be an unforgettable one.
Now to get myself bikini ready…
- Image of Ashley and Mary-Kate Olsen by Bruce Webber from Vogue, April 2010.
As Oprah mayhen rolls into town, my love for the queen of daytime tv has admitedly been rekindled. That being said, “the farewell season” seems to be taking it a little far. I mean, I thought finale meant it was the last one, but here goes Lady O redifining even that with a 3 episode finale spectacular. You go girl!
There’s a great review of the shows up on Time.com at the moment that made me giggle as well…
Only three shows left. Can you stand it, America?
Even in a pop-culture world oversaturated with grandiose farewells and memorial tributes, the thunderous countdown to the last episode of Oprah Winfrey’s 25-year-old talk show is something to behold. For weeks, she has been revisiting old friends, replaying favorite segments, reliving teary memories. On Monday and Tuesday, she’ll air two shows edited from last week’s celebrity-packed extravaganza taped at Chicago’s United Center. Then, on Wednesday, the really, truly last show, its contents still a mystery. Who will be there? Nelson Mandela? The reincarnation of Michael Jackson? God?
So lap it up ladies while you still can. Despite all my mocking, I’ll be waiting with baited breath for the real finale. On the down side, I think all of my enthusiasm to one day be a stay at home mum is draining out of me…what fun would it be without Gayle and Oprah to keep me company?!
The Art Gallery of NSW is holding screenings of some great vintage cinema in conjunction with The Archibald Prize exhibition, which is also very much worth a visit.
I managed to catch ”Paris is Burning” this weekend. A documentary by Jennie Livingstone, it’s an interesting journey into the lives of 80s black and hispanic drag queens and transvestites, who compete in a surreal world of “balls”. Here they showcase their skill in categories such as opulence, town and country, my personal favourite butch drag and realness (the ability to blend with white America). However things get really serious when the ladies have the real showdown and vogue.
I haven’t been exposed to vogueing before and I have to say I find the philosophy behind it somewhat endearing. As the underworld of gay New York exploded, gangs emerged and violence threatened to become a serious problem. However rather than fist fighting, this community of ostracized and forgotten people developed a style of dance enabling them to “battle”. A mix of gymnastics, yoga and modern dance, the general idea is to imitate the poses seen within Vogue magazine…what is not to love about that?!
The film itself offers a unique insight, with moments of comedy and of despair, but overall, just a very real look at a foreign world.
I love a good independent fashion mag. On a trip to Mexico I came across “Baby Baby Baby”, a little gem of backyard photography, scrapbook art and experimental styling all bound up in matt paged goodness.
So if you spy a copy in your travels, I recommend you snap it up.
RAFW fever has been rife this week in Sydney, with editors, buyers and bloggers alike all clambering for the golden ticket - a front row seat.
Generally this kind of irrational madness bores me to tears, however this year there have been a few genuinely unique and beautiful shows that have inspired me and renewed my interest in Australian fashion.
The stand out for me has been Karla Spetic. Just wrap me up in some of that melon-y goodness and I’ll be happy forever. Almost every piece would be a welcomed addition to my wardrobe and it now has me craving some citrus shades to break up the black. Oh and the prints!! LOVE!
Hands up who is loving the current crop of pink fashion delights?
It’s a tricky thing wearing pink. Personally I’m not that partial to the blush tones that are about…just not the right colour for my skin tone. To me, the perfect posy shade is a subdued rose hue. Simply delectable!
Don’t get me wrong…I doubt I’ll be rocking a complete pastel ensemble any time soon, but I think a little hint of rose would definitely prevent things from becoming too saccharine. A cute clutch or a pair of tailored trousers in this shade would definitely fit the bill.
Images from Le Fashion, Style School, Meg Gray by Tommy Ton, American Apparel, Coach CDF charity event, and Style School.