Denim Days

Jeans are eternal, but anything else denim has it’s moments. Fortunately for the lovers of the rugged blue material , 2013 is allowing for a denim domination in any form or size. This season’s runways have produced denim jackets, dresses, vests, shirts, pants…oh and despite an army of people’s desperate call for the extinction of this look, double denim is still on the cards. I can already hear the yelps of excitement. Just look up ‘Zac Efron double denim’ and he’ll show you how he (seldom) managed it in the past up until now.

I channeled my denim look through an acid-washed dress that looks like it came straight out of the 80’s. Talking about the 80’s, has anyone been watching the Carrie Diaries? She has fabulous style. Back to the topic, I rarely wore this dress out casually because I originally determined that it wasn’t specifically suited for informal outings, but then I discovered how useful a belt, cardie and hat really was. And that’s a fashion note right there- basic accessories can completely alter a look. You’d be surprised with how much you can downplay or elevate a dress or outfit with only a few extra touches.

Dress- Refuge

Jacket- Alive Girl, a find from a fashion store at the South Melbourne Market, Melbourne

Shoes- Inui                Bag- Vintage              Hat- ?                 Belt-?

4/02

Melbourne weather truly baffles me, which is ridiculous because I am well aware that it is the temperamental one in the relationship. One week it is constantly at high temperatures, and then suddenly it drops below 20 and I am reaching for jeans and a jacket. Um what.

The jacket I reached for was one of mum’s oldies. The other day she was shuffling through her wardrobe and flung numerous items of unwanted clothing onto the floor then boldly announced that they were for the taking. Accustomed to my mothers frequent wardrobe rampages and the treasures and trash that are likely to be discovered, I investigated. Amongst the heap of outdated and untouchable clothing lay a decent crème jacket that I immediately snatched. Fortunately I was able to wear it earlier than I anticipated due to the stupid weather.  I matched it with a bodice style top, accompanied by high-waisted jeans and clog sandals.

Jacket- Vintage            Bodice- Minkpink             Jeans- Wakee denim             Shoes- Sportsgirl               Bag– ?

Those jeans and the jacket probably won’t be making an appearance outside my closet for a while- the weatherman says it’s back to beach weather!

Up with the Birds

Going back to my dandy adventures in the Gold Coast once more, we traveled to Mt Tamborine to see what the brochures were on about.  Apparently it is a must-see tourist spot that offers exceptional views and activities amongst other things, and considering I had never been after all these years, I was curious to see what all the fuss is about.

A pie and a half later, we had strolled down the busy streets filled with the usual weekenders and tourists, poured over beautiful vintage brooches and had bought $30 worth of mouth-watering fudge. Needless to say things were going excellently, and then we were offered the opportunity to crash a tour and explore a rainforest which completely enhanced our thrilling Mt Tamborine adventure. We were given a guided tour by a friendly and informative man who had been running these tours for years, and boy did he have a lot to say.  There were some particularly intriguing facts he explained about the history and the local flora, and the rainforest itself was absolutely magnificent.

Luckily the clouds remained non-threatening which meant that I could take out my camera and go into pro-photographer mode which really consisted of taking numerous snaps of the beauty around me and different angles.

Looking up at the Trees

Ain’t it pretty?
Yep, there were spiders in there.

Watcha doing there, Turkey?
It’s difficult to see, but there’s the coastline of Gold Coast in the background.

Top: Ice         Shorts: Lumiere       Shoes: Miss Shop       Bag: Vintage

…And on the car ride home, we devoured most of the fudge.

Random Ramblings: It is my Duty to Inform you that…

The other day I was sitting in the outdoor setting of a restaurant, and unexpectedly a girl wafts past with the back of her dress tucked in to her underpants. There she was, strutting about with a pal, unbeknown to her that she was exposing her knickers to the line of flabbergasted diners in the restaurants down the street. Obviously her friend didn’t notice, and it probably wouldn’t be until she discovered a full length mirror that she’d become acquainted with her dress ‘n’ underwear malfunction, although it was mainly just her polka dot undies on show. Even after she had moved way past my line of vision, I couldn’t stop fretting over whether I should’ve done her the favour of running up to her and conveying the situation to her, or inconspicuously brushing past her whilst pulling down the dress without managing to look remotely creepy, or to simply continue chewing on my dumplings and hoping she’ll realise sooner rather than later. And if I had the guts to tell her, what would I say? ‘Um hi, sorry but myself and everyone else is seeing a lot more cheek than you’d probably be comfortable with.’?

This led me to place myself in her shoes and ask: what would I want? If a stranger walked up to me and informed me of my accident, I would probably walk away quickly and feel positively humiliated. However if I discovered the surprise at the end of the day, I’d crawl into a hole and endlessly imagine random passer-by’s reactions and revel in my own painful ignorance, which is ultimately the more torturous solution.

What about the classic spinach in your teeth business? It’s naturally mortifying, but you would want someone to inform you of it so it saves you any future embarrassment.  That also includes the lipstick on the teeth/food on chin/unknowingly flirting with your good friend’s ex scenario etc. And to be honest, I’d prefer that someone would have the directness to tell me, no matter how brutal.

So is it our unspoken duty to make a person aware of their prominently apparent physical mishap? And if we are describing something that makes a person appear worse or reasonably awkward looking, then doesn’t notifying them of their hideous clothing combination become automatically included? Or is it exempted because it was that person’s decision and would possibly hurt their feelings, no matter how eye-scorching the junners look was/will always be? There is no doubt that there are people out there who ain’t got a clue of how to dress, which is why stylists are so in demand. So within this theory of duty, it would be common courtesy to give a stranger a little piece of constructive criticism that will see them moving on to a much better place in the fashion world, right? Wrong, unfortunately. It is mildly offensive and inappropriate because it begins to cross the line, the line which is so faint that you have to ramble on and compare various scenarios in order to come up for a solution to a girl-behind-display situation.

I had my own situation when a random lady called me love and told me that my top button to my dress was undone. It was no mistake that it had been left undone, and I kind of mumbled a ‘right…thanks’ and turned away. If theoretically speaking it was part of the duty theory and she believed that it was a mistake or was causing offence to myself or others, (don’t be swayed, it was completely respectable looking) THAT was the line crossed, because a stranger shouldn’t automatically go around making assumptions. I’m sure that random lady was lovely and was only looking out for my wellbeing, but unless it is something that is undeniably necessary to communicate, it is none of your business. 

That top button was undone for a reason, and maybe people think that panda eyes looks great on them and that junners are cool. But I don’t think that girl meant to display her knickers to the world. I hope everything went well for her.

Away and Away

Okay yes it has been a while. But no one can blame me for taking a couple weeks off from blogging whilst holidaying in Queensland with a serious lack of wi-fi and motivation to get off the beach, hm? Furthermore, holiday mode impacted my ability to actually care about what I wore, so without further ado I picked off pretty outfits  and opted to cruise around in basic swimsuits and shorts for the majority of the trip. And damn did it feel great to let go of your appearance and walk around with chlorine-soaked hair and a pair of shabby thongs.

It didn’t last impressively long to the point that a dread started forming, as eventually the more dignified part of me gave me a nudge and reminded me that a person should still make an effort and with the way I was going I wasn’t going to impress any of those cute surfers. Which was fair enough because I didn’t touch my hairbrush for a while. I have slowly noticed that people these days  in the Gold Coast really make an effort to look hot compared to when it used to be the bathers and thongs look, which put pressure on me as I only achieved to look hot with a red-as-a-tomato sunburn. But then again the shopping is so superb that it is easy to afford to look good, and truth be told I do a large portion of clothes shopping up there. So I finally made the grueling decision to let go of my freedom and embrace looking decent on holiday. I think a surfer even looked at me after that.

The dress that I’m wearing below wasn’t in fact from the Gold Coast but I bought it in Melbourne *shock* at full price. I saw it and loved it, and everyone knows that you cannot be deterred from love at first sight, which applies to clothing. I even reminded myself that I already have a white maxi dress, but then I reminded myself that *pfft* it’s completely different. I don’t know if it’s the subconscious ‘wedding dress’ appeal to it, but I am attracted to white maxi dresses. It was great to wear in the heat and humidity as the fabric is so light.

white dress 2

Dress: Peace Angel from Tree of Life                 Bag: Forever New

Wishing you a belated happy new year!

I’m Dreaming of a Warm Christmas…

I am a self-confessed christmas junkie. I positively adore decorating the tree, putting up the lights, singing along with Bing Crosby to cheesy carols, making and bingeing on delicious food, completely over-adorning the house with ornaments, the summer weather, giving and *especially* receiving presents….the whole lot.

So naturally I am aware that there are only THREE days till the big day, and I am super excited.

The other day I travelled to the city to indulge in the yearly christmas festivities in Melbourne. Decorations were draped above the busy streets, buskers were belting out xmas tunes and the city was bustling with people eager to finish their shopping. The spirit of christmas was in full force, and I was like a kid on red cordial feeding off from the high of it.

A Decorated Arcade

As per tradition, I have been indulging in christmas cooking and began with making white christmas whilst coincidentally listening to the song White Christmas. I love americanised christmas carols, and although they don’t necessarily coincide with what an aussie christmas is like, they always describe the (for the lack of a less corny word) ‘magic’ of christmas. So here in Australia we don’t have snow at this time, don’t drink eggnog and don’t put snowmen on our roofs, but it’s still special and christmasy in a slightly different way. It’s usually celebrated outdoors in the sun, and of course involves a turkey! Mmm turkey…

Switching to a less christmas-orientated topic, for the outing I wore an old skirt of my mum’s. Occasionally I feature vintage clothes from my mum in this blog, simply because her wardrobe was so great and this is another item that I wanted to showcase. I love the vibrant colour and the beading action.

Skirt: Charlie Brown               Top: Forever New             Shoes: Inui             Bag: Vintage             Sunglasses: asos

Have a very merry christmas!

Baby It’s Cold Outside…

My perception of cold may be a little different to what other people are experiencing outside of Australia, and I understand that 20°c doesn’t call for snow or is even considered slightly chilly, but it was unseasonably cool today. So maybe it’s not actually cold outside and it was a slight exaggeration and maybe I wore shorts when going out today – BUT I did wear a jumper. In summer in Melbourne. It really is nearing the end of the world.

This jumper is similar to a poncho with the fact that it’s virtually impossible to be unhappy while wearing it. No really, ask anyone who’s worn a poncho and they will recite the illuminating experience to you. I quite like the word illuminating. Anyway, my mum discovered this jumper in a marketplace in Hong Kong, and as soon as she brought it back I had claimed it as my own. It’s colourful, furry and not unlike the sensation of wearing a ragdoll cat on your body I’d imagine.

It probably wasn’t even cold enough to wear it, I just really wanted to wear my happy jumper.

jumper 1

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jumper 3

I opted for a cute vintage brooch on my hat. Recently I’ve been really into brooch collecting, I have quite a collection forming.

jumper 4

jumper 5

Jumper: Some marketplace in Hong Kong             Shorts: Minkpink

Shoes: Sportsgirl              Bag: Vintage              Hat: ?

Summer of ’12

Aaaaaand summer has officially begun. Which means that Christmas is near (18 days precisely) and the new year soon begins, which means that I’m a very happy camper. In my opinion this is undoubtedly the most exciting part of the year, especially when the hot summer days roll in and call for long summer nights. Beach and a BBQ anyone?

For a Friday night outing and considering the lovely warm temperature, I opted me some bare legs and a tinge of bright colour. Fortunately, lots of colour for summer will never change. It’s just making that transition from endless winter days and coats to  warm temperatures and vibrancy that’s proving to not be easy. Meh I’ll get used to it.

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Top: Farenheit                    Skirt: Bardot                Bag: ?                 Shoes: Steve Madden                 Belt: Ladakh

22/11

Brighton Beach, Melbourne

*An excuse to experiment with the sunset mode on my camera

I realise that I haven’t updated my blog in a while (woops!) but in the meantime I have been taking lots of photos and have been enjoying the excruciatingly brief glimpses of summer.

Talking about that extraordinarily beautifully warm season, I’ve decided that high-waisted shorts will be one of my staple items for summer. Ever considered wearing shorts somewhere but decided that they’re too casual? Well luckily for you, high-waisted shorts exist, and if you team up the dressier kind of HWS (in other words, not denim) with a fantastic blazer, you have an outfit that even Blake Lively would be proud of.

 Three Top Tips:

-The short HWS style have the effect of elongating the legs. YES.

-You can even wear a crop top with them and they still appear classy.

-Don’t attempt to be ‘indie’ and leave your shirt untucked.

Top &   Shorts   &   Bag: Forever New       Necklace: ?       Shoes: Steve Madden

Off to the Races

The misguided weather man’s forecast for a cold and rainy Saturday proved to be incorrect as today the sun was shining and I didn’t even require a jacket. It turned out to be a beautiful day for the races, and there was plenty of beautiful fashion on display at every corner.

Just about every colour was paraded around, with the neons and brights among the most popular. There were so many lovely outfits everywhere that I repeatedly wanted to stop people and ask to take photos of them.  Also witnessed a few fashion faux pas’ that I was tempted to capture by camera (see through dresses+brightly coloured underwear, dress and vans, over excessive use of fake tan..). All in a day at the races!

My Friend Emma and I
Emma looking lovely in a classic racers outfit highlighted by some neon

Dress: Jess & I          Shoes: Guess          Hat: Forever New         Bag: Fiorelli         Belt: Cotton On       Necklace: ?         Sunglasses: ASOS