Despite travel plans to the States in August, I can’t stop dreaming about Europe .
M xx .
One cannot help but glance over European holiday photos to inspire an outfit for the perfect spring day . Unfortunately it was a wasted outfit . Nonetheless this skirt is still a favourite, I only wish I hadn’t listened to my sister and bought the blazer in the same colour .
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 .
Strolling through the Rocks Markets, this little store caught my eye . Coco Liberace . I have a weaknesso for grecian inspired pieces with evil eyes and lapis charms…so naturally i veered in the direction of this store . Bec, the only store assistant to warmly greet us as we approached the store, had some beautiful pieces – one in particular caught my eye, a chunky gold statement necklace – of course i bought it!
Not to my surprise when I googled their website, this duo established their label in Mykonos…the exact place where my heart has remained for the last year . The catalyst for their inspiration is somewhat refreshing and veritably emulates the treasures you discover on the streets of Mykonos . the exact reason this label is so appealing .
Will definitely be visiting their stores again 🙂
x M .
there’s a really simple pattern keeps repeating itself in my life. every time i go travelling or am by the beach for any longer than a week i quickly revert into what i feel like must be my ‘hippy roots’. i wander around in bare feet, grow extra anklets, rings, toe rings and a sheepish smile on my face. my hair becomes extra dishevelled, there’s sand stuck to my skin and pieces of string tied around my wrists that i find, claiming they have some kind of cosmic significance. i’m not sure what it is about travel that reiterates for me that there is so much beauty found in simplicity but its always rung true for me. with simplicity comes ease, with ease comfort and with comfort comes natural beauty.
i’ve never captured a photograph of me in this ‘natural hippy state’, i think its more a way of being than looking but below is one that reminded me of the evolution that keeps happening upon me.
the photograph is from a night when we all decided to dress up like ‘a garden’, granted the hippy connotations are obvious seeing as i was dressed as flower, but, perhaps this is how my inner hippy would look. (scuze the toilet settings – hey hippies don’t discriminate!)
after a prolonged absence and much galavanting around europe i’m finally back and lodged firmly in reality. many apologies for my lack of input. i was drunk. seriously. for 3 months.
travel always provides me with inspiration from the strangest sources: architecture, street fashion, stupid dress ups and my own travel lifestyle. taking prominent place this trip was surf culture. i learnt to surf (like a gimp) and suddenly all i wanted to do was sit on the beach, smoke ciggies & drink diet coke whilst perving on the boys. if i could do one thing for the rest of my life, that would be it.
as i made my way through spain, the south of portugal and france living the dream i remembered the australian classic – puberty blues. a critique of the surf lifestyle of the youth of south sydney in the early 80’s the novel/film captures the submissive role of the ‘female surfer’ and both challenges and perpetuates the status quo of women in this setting. if you haven’t seen the film, do yourself a favour and get it. the 1980’s version! not the cookie cutter, home & away bullshit due to be realeased next year.
apart from my internal argument about whether i am actually perpetuating or challenging the idea of ‘surfer girl’ i only have positive thoughts about puberty blues. i mean who the fuck wouldnt want to sit on the beach, get tanned, look at boys and occasionally have a surf. take me back to 1981… i’d happily take Debbie or Sue’s place.
and, well…. this is us.
1981 vs. 2012
more surfer updates to come.
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! 😉
I was 19 years old when I first laid eyes on a red vintage Chanel bag and immediately fell in love . Sure I had been exposed to them earlier however I never actually cared, I only ever associated these premier labels with pretentious attitudes….this time however I wanted to discover the history behind it all and develop a true appreciation for them . I then spent every spare moment on the Chanel website browsing bags, accessories, shoes and then researching the genius behind it all, Gabrielle aka Coco Chanel . As sad as it may sound I’d just die at the sight of this bag . I eventually purchased a pair of ballet flats, yet still longed for the bag . After 4 years of drooling over this bag a found myself in the Rome store with the intention to purchase gumboots . I decided to ask how much the Classic Jumbo was…3400 euros she replied . In comparison to the $5690 price tag in Australia that was already tempting…but the thought of carrying this treasure everywhere over Europe made me hesitant . She asked if I wanted to look at the bag, even though I’d spent 4 years looking over every intricate detail of this bag I thought yeah why not! As I picked up the bag and glanced at it in the mirror i fell in love all over again . I placed the bag back on the counter and was about to walk away when the shop assistant reached for the bag…I immediately put my hand back on the bag and firmly said “I’ll take it” . I spent the rest of the day shaking with adrenalin .
this photo was taken post purchase as evident by the Chanel bag and giant grin on my face!
Strangely enough I now no longer possess the want or need for another one…I’m more focused on collecting Vintage YSL .