oui, c'est ça.
Coo cooo mes amis! Who wouldn’t love to strap on their skates and hit the Parisian streets. It’s been a while now since I’ve been in Europe and I have to admit, I miss it. I miss the cobble stoned streets, I miss the cacophony of architecture, I miss the delis at every street corner and I miss the wonderfully fashionable old folks who walk the streets. Speaking of mature...
turn back time.
I’m not fond of swimsuits. In fact they make me squirm. You’re just so exposed…scary! Anyway I need to get over this phobia and perhaps these 50s gems might help. I am a huge fan of anything that nips in at the waist so these suits are ticking all the boxes. Delightful right?! - Image from AnOther magazine.
two by two.
I have a confession. I’m a little loved up at the moment. My lovely man has been pulling out all the stops in the romance stakes of late and I’m such a sucker. Enjoying it while I can before I jet off on my New York adventures!
Sensing a common theme? It feels like a bit of glitter overload but I can’t help myself. This Miu Miu 40s revival is oh-so-devine. I love the broader shoulders, the cinched waists and the powdered faces. It’s elegant and womanly and combined with re-watching mad men I’m suddenly over manstyle dressing and exciting to embrace my feminine wiles. And a few sparkles...
Now this gets me excited. Out with the cupcakes and macaroons and in with Krispy Kreme’s new glamour glaze creations!! Apparently they’re inspired by lipgloss, which seems odd for something edible, but they certainly look scrumptious. Have said that, how many levels of sugar are in that thing?! I’m guessing you would hit a sugar coma after about three bites. - Images from...
Shimmering sage lids are looking lovely….almost ethereal. Phillip Lim + Francois Nars = Ohhhhh pretty! I’m thinking this is a delightful little look for Spring, which has officially sprung in Sydney. The equivalent of eyelid champagne if you will! - Images from Refinery29.
the next style rookie.
I spotted these shots of Alexander Wang’s darling neice, Alia and almost fell off my chair. Some things are just too freaking cute. The best part is, she still looks like a little girl. - Images from Clint Spaulding and Luxuo.
Wow. I’m in total fashion nirvana. Clean lines, clean face, side part and shades = summer perfection. There is nothing I don’t love. Don’t even get me started on the accessories… - Image from 3.1 Phillip Lim NYFW show via Flourished and Sunkissed.
the hard line.
Fashion month….how you always love to come along and throw my simple, unassuming style aesthetic out the window. Of late I have been experiencing a new found love of all things beauty. Nothing too dramatic (I still harbour a fear of suffocating via foundation) but the odd pop-coloured lip or flicked eyeliner has definitely been on my radar. And now it looks like the bold brow is no longer...
It’s time for me to step away from black. Although I do love the universal versatility of the sombre shade this summer I just feel like a sea change. Swoon! Those gelato shades are the perfect solution. Pity I have to wait a while to get my hands on them but I can already picture myself roaming the streets of New York in the house coat, aqua dress and mule shoes…oh and...
If school days are the happiest days of your life, I’m hanging myself with my...– Jackie O at 16 in a 1945 note to her boyfriend.
by the horns.
This is what I plan to be wearing all summer long… Yay for sunshine! - Bikini from H&M
There’s nothing more captivating than music which transports us back to our past. Today a friend introduced me to The Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger, or The GOASTT and I was instantly hooked. It’s whimsical, honest and other worldly. And what else would you expect when combining the haunting voice of Sean Lennon and the quirky charm of his delectable lady, Charlotte Kemp Muhl. If I...
Just so pretty. I can’t help but be lured in by her eyes, despite the self proclaimed bogan streak. - Image of Cassi Van Den Dungen from the depths of my mac.
follow the yellow brick road.
Today I bought a book. And I can’t seem to put it down. The Element, by Ken Robinson, I guess comes into that horrendous and shameful self help category that you find in a bookshop. In truth, that style of American ego-centric mumbo jumbo generally repulses me. But I got sucked in by the promise of stories from people like Paul McCartney, Gillian Lynne and Matt Groening, a group of...
fighting the urge.
Despite my natural urge to be in control, I’m taking this wisdom on board…. - Image from The All Hate Us.