Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Denim on denim on denim
I love girls who wear man-style denim shirts with jeans. Whether the denim matches or not doesn't matter, the girls that can pull it off have that certain je ne sais quois feeling to them; like they couldn't give a shit but still look effotlessly put together.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Polking fun
When I was little, my mum had this old Country Road mousy brown chiffon blouse with big cream polka dots all over it, and she used to wear it everywhere. Out shopping with jeans, with a pencil skirt for a day at the law firm, with high waisted shorts in the summer. Ever since that blouse, I've had a soft spot for polka dots - in a way, a bit of a subconscious affection.
Polka dots have been showing up in force all over the spring 09/10 runways - and I'm left simply wanting.
Monday, September 28, 2009
what's in a name
I have just arrived home from covering New Zealand Fashion Week; exhausted in a if-I-have-to-look-at-one-more-stick-thin-model, wintery-garment-or-runway-show-I-think-I'll-strangle-myself kind of way, and all I was looking forward to was coming home to our amazingly awesome (foster) dog, Ziggy Stardust.
But, being a foster parent to a dog (other than saving them from the terrible fate of being put-down at the pound and feeling extremely good about yourself for doing so) means having to give them up to a loving adoptive family at some point or another. You can probably see where this story is going...
I'm happy to say (but deep-down utterly and crushingly disappointed) Ziggy is now off having fun with his new family, who will hopefully love him as much as I did - well, do. And so, I arrived home to a message from Denise, who runs the charity Paws, informing me we have a new dog to save next weekend; which brings me to our very problematic naming conundrum.
Coming up with a suitable name for Ziggy took a gruelling three days. Rocket was thrown around, as was Frankie, Rupert, Alfalfa (Alfie for short) and Crumpet, but none of them seemed to fit quite right.
Sure, there are the obvious rules for how not to choose a name - don't let you're 11-year-old child name it, don't use anything you find on the Top Ten Names list, don't name it something you'll be embarrassed to use when at the dog park and definitely do not name it something with more than two syllables or the dog will just ignore you - I met a pug running rings around its owner the other day; its name was Babychino.
So how do you come up with a cool, interesting and unique, but at the same time suitable name? More importantly, how do you go about giving an identity to a dog that has more often than not already had a life, and a name, before you?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Here comes the sun
The spring issue of New Zealand's Fashion Quarterly has finally hit the shelves, with the gorgeous Olivia Henderson and Catilin Lomax both landing the cover. On an extremely crisp (read: bloody freezing) spring morning, the whole team drove two hours out of Sydney to an amazing Edward Scissorhands-worthy manicured garden for the cover shoot. Here are some behind-the-scenes snapshots.
Photography: Steven Chee. Styling: Marina Didovich
Labels:
Fashion Quarterly,
Marina Didovich,
Olivia Henderson
Friday, July 17, 2009
Butterfly kisses
A bamboo plant arrived on my desk this morning. While I thought that was weird, I think the Bamboo Eyelash Enhancing Serum that came with it is ever weirder.
The press release claims that some sort of natural biofermentaion, whatever that means, will let me achieve remarkable results with my eyelash growth minus the irritation. I don't have particularly short eyelashes, but they're not remarkable in length either, and this serum claims that in six weeks 'the results will be truly amazing!' I doubt it, but curiosity and a desire to look as good as Catherine McNeil (see above) has won out so I'm going to test it anyway. Results in six weeks, and counting.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Rub a dub dub
Our flatmates have recently moved out which means it's overhaul time for our apartment. I've never had my own home to do exactly what I want with (without having to worry about the clashing tastes, or lack-there-of, of all parties) so I've become a little bit obsessed with decor magazines. I'm now an avid reader of Good Housekeeping and instead of flicking straight to the fashion pages of the international mags that arrive on my desk once a week, I turn straight to the home section and pour over the beautiful bathrooms, the romantic living rooms, the amazing furniture.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Knit twit
Friday, June 26, 2009
Yves St. Laurent’s Spring 2010 Men’s Presentation
Very few of these advertising films capture my attention long enough for me to actually pay attention (with the exception the Chanel No.5 short films, and maybe Sofia Coppola's romantic Miss Dior Cherie commercial). But this YSL narrative starring Jules, the 11-year-old son of its director and writer Samuel Benchetrit, is as funny as it is beautiful and sweet; and despite the très fabuleux satchel the kid sports, the film is less about the clothes and more about YSL's ever-so-cool factor. It's worth a watch, I promise.
Oil slick
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
How to assassinate the bible of fashion
Picture this: Anna Wintour has resigned. The sheer effort of keeping an immaculate bob and an unfeasibly large pair of sunglasses in place 24 hours a day has finally taken its toll. In a move that has shocked the fashion industry, American Vogue has appointed as her successor graphic-designer-turned-artist Scott King. For his first issue in charge, King decides that Vogue should have an anti-war theme. Oh, and it should also be free…
How I’d Sink American Vogue was a project that Scott King created in 2007, but I only came across these fake Vogue covers for the first time yesterday. As much as I love Vogue, poking fun of everything it stands for is rather entertaining on a raining Saturday afternoon.
How I’d Sink American Vogue was a project that Scott King created in 2007, but I only came across these fake Vogue covers for the first time yesterday. As much as I love Vogue, poking fun of everything it stands for is rather entertaining on a raining Saturday afternoon.
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