So you don’t have to wear this in the future.
Although I secretly love it. Bio-Accessories was on display at Melbourne City Library (my library!) and was the brainchild of designers Ben Landau and Brittany Veitch. Described as ‘an effort on the wearers behalf to green their own personal space’, this collection was part couture, part social commentary.
Feeling particularly uninspired in my grandparent’s home. Not that I don’t love the proximity to them, but I miss my freedom (and sanity). I want to have my own place and my room without their ugly, ancient PC and even uglier and older cupboards in it. I want to hang baubles and blu-tack pictures and drink red wine in my underwear at 2 pm, things I became accustomed to having lived alone for a million years. I miss having a billion pretty editorials on my walls, coming and going as I please, entertaining people. I just want a space to call my own again, something like these would be nice.
Mosquito nets are oddly romantic. I think this is Naomi Campbell’s room in her house in the Caribbean.
South Indian film posters. Fuck yes! They are so kitsch. I like Katie’s comic book wallpaper also.
Lovely egg-yolk lamp and magazine stack desk. I think the desk would be fairly easy to make if you punched a big hole in the center through the mags and inserted the actual legs. Maybe?
Love this. The wall, the colours and the suede seat.
This room looks expensive. But it needn’t be really. I like the contrast of the artwork against the starkness of the white.
What a beautiful nook. I could sleep here.
I’m really fascinated with methods of cooking that I can’t do (i.e. most). I love alternative ovens for instance. Wood fired pizza from ovens like this and this is the most phenomenal thing. Anywho, so in Leh when I lost my friends (Vodafone has no cellphone coverage in Ladakh), I wandered the bazaar finding all these great little alleys with shops selling dried apricots and butchers and grocers. And then I stumbled upon this tiny bread workshop. The three owners were so polite and friendly when explaining to me the bread making process as I stood outside and watched. Which was nice, grumpy bakers don’t really do it for me. They make big batches of dough, rolling them into balls, finger pressing and flattening them. The dough is pressed with a poker against the walls of the coal fired oven which is a literally a hole in the floor. The dough sticks to the sides and when it is ready, slides off easily, freshly baked and ready for sale.
Last week, I managed to sort out my paperwork in order to live and work in India and I had to go to Bombay again to do so. Again I had a lovely time. I stayed with my friend Sohrab in his adorable apartment. I think I’ve mentioned him before on the blog, he was my first ever crush and he’s a beautiful pianist with an incredible voice. We ate gnocchi and sushi, watched Love Actually and stayed up all night London apartment hunting, smoking and talking in his wrought iron window sill which he turns into a magical nook with oversized cushions and pot plants and candles. His pad has the nicest lighting, lamps and low lighting from below and he has Freddie Mercury artwork hanging above his piano. I was a little mesmerised.
Not happy. Having a huge fuck off and die tantrum, eyes rolling, phone off, Facebook deactivated, door locked, the works. I’m not fit for human consumption and I don’t want to speak to anyone unless they’re giving me good news. This Steven Meisel shoot entitled State of Emergency for Vogue Italia September 2006 really appeals. The only drama I can handle.
Rikki, one of the girls from the Mayorettes blog, which owns BTW, it’s definitely one of my dailies, posted about The Uniform Project and I thought it was so great, I wanted to share it further. The Uniform Project is an exercise in sustainable fashion and a fundraiser for the Akanksha Foundation – a grassroots non-profit in India, that aims to provide education to slum children in India, 7 million of whom don’t get to attend school. Brainchild Sheena (jinx!) Matheiken has pledged to wear the same dress for an entire year, embellishing and completing her outfits with accessories and accoutrements and collecting donations, all of which will go to a wonderful cause. A girl after my own heart, these are some of my favourite outfits on her and she’s as cute as a button.
At first, I was pretty apprehensive asking people if I could take their photograph in Tokyo so mostly I didn’t and didn’t get to. Frustrated, I finally asked this sexy hairdresser if I could take his photo and he obliged. Thus, I began to ask more. Japanese guys cuff their trousers like nobody else. I photographed way more men than women. These weren’t all on Takeshita St, but I was. My favourite store in the area was Comme Des Garçons (Pretty sure I saw Rei Kawakubo!!!!!!), followed by the cute Mercibeaucoup, the architectural genius that is Prada Aoyama, the colourful Takashi Murakami designed Louis Vuitton in Omotesando. In Ginza, my favourite hands down was Lanvin.
I ogled like an old pervert in Japan. Konnichi wa sexy! My favourite places to spot people were in Shibuya, Harajuku and Omotesando. I shopped very little in Tokyo. I bought a ring at the Asakusa markets; a black and white dress at 109, a mall in Shibuya with 109 shops, where I felt like a fish out of water; fingerless gloves and amazing sunglasses in Harajuku, thigh high socks in the burbs. In a strange way, Tokyo didn’t meet my expectations yet exceeded them. I loved people watching more than anything. Here is the first lot of some of the photos.
I have a love/loathe relationship with advertising. My dad was the creative director of Atelier and DNA Saraha, his own agencies when I was young and then I studied it at university, but I didn’t pursue it because I’m terribly cynical and I can’t imagine working for most agencies or anyone (and because I currently want to be a farmer – at this time, best you don’t ask). However, Boone and Oakley are an agency I love. Juhi showed me their youtube based online portfolio, an alternative to the traditional agency website and it’s so cute, clever and comprehensive, that I had to post about it. Watch the video below, and click the embedded links for more.
My friend Grace is the coolest girl in the world. When we went to university together, her bags would be laden with her thrift shop finds from that morning, she has a knack for finding bargains on the street, online and at carboot sales and for putting together the most incredible outfits. And she’s hot and honest and generous and funny as hell.
Also she can wear anything – rips, tassels, studs, leather, vintage, lace, canvas, tie dye, even at the same time and somehow look chic. This is what she wore out the other day – I didn’t even think to photograph her amazing black leather jacket and loose cotton tank dress layered upon a leather slip. Here’s the rest though, a hooded scarf, black and nude tights, oversized rings, half of two pairs of stilettos, beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice. So good I’ll even pardon her for lighting her dirty cigarette with a toaster. She drives a cute vintage Ford, wears bracelets all down her arm, collects adorable cups and crockery and says words like ‘phalanges’ for all the wrong reasons. I heart you Grace Davis and your satin jumpsuits. Thanks for having me.
