one of the lovely things about Sydney is that people are not afraid to wear colour. i can’t help but smile when i see this photograph.
I saw this chick from a mile away and instantaneously threw my apple cider at the boyfriend to hold whilst I pursued my next quest .
Initially her outfit was what captured my attention but as i approached her i noticed her tatts which complimented her unique quintessence style . she evokes an Erin Wasson aura cross the Olsen Twins (sunnies) cross a contemporary hippy indie slash pixie rock chic-esque, sporting a YSL ring and from memory, a vintage Chanel bag .
one of my fav looks for the day!
X m .
blessed with sunshine m & i went down to newtown festival to snap some pix of all the beautiful people out and about. keep checking here and our facebook page to see if we caught you!
xx m & j.
There’s been plenty of times in my blogs that I’ve referred to my taste in jewellery as selective, simple and personal. Generally when I travel these bits and pieces grow dramatically until I’m tinky-tinkiting around town and claiming bits of string I find on the ground have karmic significance. My collection of rings, bracelets, anklets and pendants are all meaningful and, as I evolve, gather more memories, and layer more jewellery the jingling noises get louder and my collected sentimentality grows too.
The chain that I wear around my neck daily is no exception and all of the pendants on it represent a person, story or experience either past or present.
Without further a due, let me introduce you to my collected sentimentality.
From left to right:
Camera – for obvious reasons. Ever captivated by the challenge of how I can most honestly portray bits of life through a lens I’m frequently described as constantly having a camera glued to my hand.
Tiffany’s Padlock – 21st present from my college girlfriends. Oh the days of studying Events Management and sharing pieces of Vegemite Turkish toast because we couldn’t afford our own. (I still can’t.)
Fortune Coin – purchased on one of my favourite holidays to one of my favourite places in the world; Byron Bay. Also signifies the real beginning of my interest in Tarot cards. Unfortunately I can’t read fortune coins but I like to think they’re similar to a good luck charm.
Spanner – I got this from a boy I like to call my ‘Lobster’. Kinda similar to ‘the one that got away’…think unrequited love.
Tiffany’s Apple – from one of my great loves. He used to say my cheeks looked like apples when I smile.
Spoon – Originally this was a small vial with a twist top and the spoon was attached so you could use it to dip into the vial (you get the idea). My brother’s best friend (and now a very good friend of my own) bought this for me while we were travelling through Spain and Portugal together. It reminds me of Barcelona, the poignant musical moments, the ridiculously amazing festivals we went to and all the laughs we had. Mid breakdown later in that trip when I was flying from Portugal to France (alone) I looked down and realised the vial had fallen off my necklace. I was devastated and promptly collapsed into a heap, listened to Apparat’s “Candil de la Calle” on repeat and cried for a really long time on the floor of Paris’ Orly airport. I haven’t been able to bring myself to tell him yet that it’s gone. Sorry Nathatron! x
Ball – a gift from Libby. She bought it to reflect my frequently used saying and sometimes life philosophy “there’s so much beauty in simplicity”.
Key – this is the actual key to the jewellery box in these pictures. The box was a gift to my mum for her 21st birthday. Keys are recurringly symbolic for me, I’m not really sure why. I think I like the idea of being able to lock and unlock certain feelings and thoughts.
Wing – from the other great love. It’s probably an angel wing but I always related it to feathers.
Feather – Also from Libby. Feathers have always symbolised freedom to me. At my 21st Mum gave me the advice: “Above all else value you your freedom, not just for yourself but for others”. It stuck.
So, one day when you catch me catch me, alone, rolling one of the pendants between my fingers, staring off into the distance with a twinkly look in my eye and laughing to myself you’ll know vaguely what I’m thinking about….unless I’ve made up a story about flicking someone in the face with my sparkly unicorn tail or going on a date in a double story Lamborghini.
I kind of wish I had a minion that would follow me around taking photos of me . like Rumi Neely or Nicole Warne who are at ease with their savvy photographer boyfriends capturing their essential moves and wardrobe changes . Instead…I have to revert to selfies…with my iPhone . Woo me!
I mentioned a few weeks back that J& i would be shooting pieces from Daniela-Stephanie’s range . I dropped in to Daniela’s design studio to review some more pieces that had arrived from her PR agency so I could source them for our shoot . And there it was…the georgette skirt that I have been eyeing for at least 4 months .
What looks like fur is actually rouched silk, this skirt retails around the $3000 mark but it is absolutely amazing . I had to try it on and it will definitely feature in our upcoming shoot for Honey&Hook .
I spent 3 full days in Rome with the intention of sight seeing . No actually that’s a lie, I wanted to shop! I did attempt sight seeing, but I became bored and irritable at the exhausting heat that consumed Rome…and my make up!
After visiting the main attractions i.e. the colosseum, we detoured to the Via Condotti . Basically this is heaven for shopping; Chanel, Dior, Louboutin, YSL, Prada, Miu Miu and anything you could want in an arms reach – half of which is almost inaccessible or limited in Australia . I ended the day with a few more YSL rings, a large Louis Vuitton ‘never full’ bag and cosmetic case .
Despite my lack of interest at the time for the historical monuments around me Rome is a beautiful city . I’d love to go back and explore it more, actually walking in to the colosseum this time . And of course some more shopping wouldn’t hurt…besides you can never have enough YSL . or Louis . or Chanel . or maybe anything haha .
Xx M .
Prior to leaving for Europe last year I was flipping through Vogue during Australian Fashion Week and turned straight to the ‘street style’ pages . There they were…these beautiful black Prada platform heels with gold hardware . I searched all over Rome without success, next stop was Venice . I had only just turned around to my sister and told her to not let me buy anything after the Chanel purchase when we conveniently stumbled across Prada, Miu Miu, Chanel, LV and more . We walked up to the shoe section of Prada and there they were, on sale, in both black and tan, the last pairs left in all of Europe…and in my size of course .
Obviously I bought them! 😉
This time last year I was in Paris on top of the Eiffel Tower . I was also frantically running around to find the Christian Louboutin store to buy myself a birthday present . To my good fortune of course they didn’t have the infamous daffodil heels in stock . Guess you can say good things come to those who wait . Happy birthday M 😀
I’m not sure how I feel about a transparent clutch . I love the look of it; sharp, clean and almost perfect . However immaculate aptness isn’t suited to my disheveled appearance . By disheveled I’m not implying I appear homeless but rather that I fail to suit flawless pulled back hair and full length stockings . I look trivial without bumps in my hair or at least knee high socks . From studying, to my room, and to my bag I function in piles of clutter . I study and work surrounded by mountains of books and paperwork, my room is occasionally messy but I know exactly where everything is located and I love being able to throw things in my Louis knowing no one can see it . I’m sure no one wants to see my abundance of tissues when suffering hay fever or my lipstick pressed tissues post YSL application .