Tuesday, July 19, 2011

A Treasure Trove


Hello lovelies,




The past week has been several kinds of wonderful, the boy has been home and we spent a lovely day and night up in the hills, indulging in far too much wonderful food and wine before traipsing around the local town centre and stumbling over french patisseries and antique treasure troves. I thought I'd post a few pics that I took on the IPhone to share it with you...


Image taken at Vintage Spinster -Various glassware and ceramics. Loving the old lamp

Vintage Spinster- Little white gloves for leafing through art books *Sigh*

Vintage Spinster- Colour blocking anyone?

Vintage Spinster- Art Deco clutch purse (one of many) Divine

Vintage Spinster- A selection of vintage

Vintage Spinster- I fell in love at first sight, then saw the price tag, unrequited as per usual

Alchemy at the Herb Circle.. Doesn't it remind you of Snape's potion store room?

Herb Circle- Reminds me of the attic I've always dreamt of stumbling upon

Herb Circle - Blooms and Barn Owls..


Herb Circle- Handmade bag details.
  More photos to come soon (hopefully) I'm off to go save my Worry Doll (again hopefully!) I'll explain next post

Love C

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Turban Love Child of Mine

I have grown a profound love for the turban, and I think I rather desperately need to add a few more to my wardrobe..  However men do not seem to share my natural affinity for their instant ability to transform you into the love child of an indian guru..
Alas it has lead to much thought about how we describe our outfits upon my behalf, and how we dress in general whether we dress for men, other women or ourselves..
As I'm more than slightly obsessed with The Man Repeller's blog... Sigh...I'm still working my way back through all the posts, I have come up with a system of describing outfits as follows;
  1.  The Man Eater- Literally the praying mantis of the female world, she devours men alive ( I quite like the notion of ripping their heads off once you've finished having your way with them... sadistic .. little old me.. never). Or as Samantha says in SATC " Hi, I need something that'll make a guy cum in his pants as soon as he sees me" Enough said.
  2. The Man Getter- The good time girl who loves sex almost as much as the Man eater, but doesn't necessarily want the guys to know that BEFORE getting them between the sheets
    Think 'naked dresses' hugging the body in all the 'right' places, pretty heels and blow drys that BOUN-CCC-E
  3. The Man Wanter- We all know one of these, the one you see out and about at night, wearing a dress and heels, but lacking that certain shot of well lets call it Tits'n'Ass that a certain type of man finds so attractive. Not because she doesn't have them don't get me wrong, she's just not about to open with them the way an Eater would.
  4. The Semi Repeller- A dash of girl a dash of boy a dash of what ever was found last minute floating on the floor before she dashed out the door, this girl knows fashion but doesn't want to send the boys running for the hills in terror.. She may just be on to something
  5. The Man Repeller- If you haven't acquainted yourself with the lady herself's blog... Do so IMMEDIATELY.  These are the outfits that bloggers lose their shit over. Yep I said it. This girl could wear a carpet sack and still make it fucking cool. I love you.
  6. The Gaga- Beyond man repelling, like it's name sake this is just art, fashion because you can, and if you can why the hell wouldn't you? A dress made of meat? McQueen Armadillos.. I'll have an order of each please.. The stuff dreams and Vogue shoots are made out of...
     So here's my turban rate it as you will I honestly thought it was Semi repellant but the boys say other wise.. Oh well I'm not complaining, more turban love for me if the girls aren't lining up with grubby little hands to get a hold of them HUZZAH!

    Island Life at the Venn Gallery



    My purchase from Venn unfolded

    My purchase from Venn folded

    Yes I'm alive! I know I have left my blog neglected for far too long, but I must say in my own defence I have been incredibly busy with work, work, study, work and the addition of an amazing new man in my life who for now shall remain relatively undiscussed ( I don't want to jinx myself) but let's just say finding a member of the male species who appreciates art and music and food perhaps almost as much as  I do is kind of mind blowing...

    Any how myself and my sister were invited to the opening of the latest Clare Davies exhibition Island Life at the Venn Gallery. Venn is a relatively new space in Perth and one that I have become besotted with, partly because it is an incredible open space, partly because of the basement level artist studios that if your lucky enough to delve into are filled with beautiful works in progress ( I always love the progressional stages more than the finished they seem so much more personal surrounded by the artists tools, inspiration and debris.) and partly because of the amazing team of staff who always cause me to kick myself for not having taken my camera to take photos of in their amazing outfits... Ahhh

    Anyway I thought I'd post a few pics from the night, please forgive the quality I took them with my iphone and I'm still working out how to use it to get the best photographic results.







    Love C xo

    Sunday, February 13, 2011

    Quarry my heart away

    Sorry for the lack of posts, last weekend was the Perth Big Day Out Music festival and I wasn't prepared to take the SLR out and about for the obvious reasons and my partner in crime Miss B completely forgot to take the standard digital cam.. Oh well...

    I can tell you this we had a fabulous time and spent much time dancing like lunatics, to the delight of other festival go-ers I'm sure (I counted at least three gents laughing and smiling at me directly ah well... At least I made some body smile!).
    We started out the day rocking with Little Red, suddenly found ourselves in the middle of an impromptu mosh pit for Children Collide, which we wisely fled and shook our good things too on the side line, swooned over Lupe Fiasco he is so amazing and I can't say he's hard on the eyes either, bopped along to Bliss n Eso, grooved with Gyroscope, Gyroscope you will always be in my heart if for no other reason than providing me with songs to link my broken heart to, it is always you I seek out on the Ipod in times of heart ache.  Flying over to Birds of Tokyo where we stood front and centre singing our lungs out and being sprayed by over zealous crowd care peeps with water hoses... (to cool you down not in a weird attempt at control.. no need it was LOVE all round for Birds), danced like funky monkeys to John Butler Trio before making a side sweep for free iced tea (MASSIVE shout out to Ash and the other Lipton Ice tea girls.. Life savers truly for us non alcohol.drug inclined peeps) and pizza, hot chips and other such festival fare, we were several hours in and had much dancing left to go! Then I dragged some not so unwilling people along with us to Blue King Brown where to my delight I found my festival dream crowd, that is to say, like minded, fun, carefree people, I believe anything with Reggae in it brings out the best in people... (It also tends to bring out a heavy scent of Mary Jane, each to their own I say, not for me but I'm simply crazy and high enough without extra curriculars), we raced over to Kid Kenobi and MC Shureshock... and danced a whole different kind of dance, bailed early on LCD Soundsystem (I'm sorry but you festival organisers like to cause difficult decisions in terms of time clashes) for the lovely Sia, where we Breathe-d (You've stolen my heart Sia) and Clapped Our Hands so joyous, before finishing off a very long day with the always incredible M.I.A!

    We pounced on a free ride home, over the intoxicated crowd that was swelling towards the train stations... And managed to get home relatively early and in comfort! Possibly a perfect Big Day Out. And I have to say my sister Miss B (yes you! I know you'll read this) is the perfect festival partner and I look forward to doing it again next year!

    It was my second week at Tafe and you can believe me when I say the work load increases daily but its all love for me, it is fashion after all... And today... Today is Valentines Day.. Which brings me to the title of this post..
    For the past six years it was my ex (how I  hate saying that word) and I's tradition to go to the Ballet at the Quarry for Valentines. (Not necessarily on the day if we couldn't get tickets but the week of at least..) And my heart was aching this year. I love the Ballet and even more so at the Quarry it is the most amazing open air venue, I love the sea breeze caressing my face, the stars blazing over head, it makes me LOVE, just love in general, anything and everything, those nights my heart is always open as my soul soars carried by cool breezes and music... So what do I do? Do I go without him and know that even as my heart opens a little part of it continues to break? Because he is not there beside me? Or do I avoid it and the memories knowing I'll be thinking about it regardless....

    Decisions, decisions. Well friends fate intervened... We got asked if we'd like tickets by a lovely friend of Miss B's, Miss Amy who wasn't able to go.. I'm a firm believer in things happening for a reason so I said yes, let's do it, let's go and we did... On Saturday night we packed up the picnic basket full of loveliness such as champagne, strawberries, camembert, crackers, cherry tomatoes, avocado, SD tomatoes, bocconcini, toblerone chocolate, basil and parmensan dips etc etc and we went and gave our hearts to the ballet.

    For any one that ever visits Perth or happens to live here I suggest you go, it is an absolutely gorgeous venue and night all round. Like any live performance you are not allowed to take cameras so the following images are from the WA Ballet's website and the Quarry Amphitheatre's homepages..



    So today is Valentines Day and I have to love myself today because my heart is not coming back any time soon it seems,  I think a tub of ice cream, a bubble bath and a nice glass of something sparkling should tick all the boxes.. After work of course...

    (Thank you gene pool on a side note for the metabolism of a race horse... I think tonight I may need you)

    Love to all and I hope you all have a fabulous Valentine's Day,
    Love C

    Thursday, February 3, 2011

    Man Repeller, Man Repeller, Man Repeller




    Oh how I love the Man Repeller's blog http://www.manrepeller.com/ and if you haven't already checked it out by now .. DO SO IMMEDIATELY! Trust me it is hilarious. So as an ode to one of my favourite bloggers, I decided to do a post wearing my very own man repeller outfit!

    I have to admit it was an absolutely sweltering day when we took these photos, there was so much humidity due to the massive cloud hanging over head due to a cyclone through the state, thankfully when we actually took them the storm was hovering literally less than a few  hundred metres away and the heat and the humidity broke, so wearing my favourite faux fur wasn't complete agony, however prior to heading down to the park I was running around my parents house chanting man repeller man repeller man repeller, much like Julie from the Julie and Julia movie chants lobster killer, lobster killer, lobster killer... Only instead of having a complete look of disgust on my face I had complete rapture. The idea of actively dressing to repel men is GENIUS and I wish I could lay claim to having twigged to it sooner!

    This dress is like the love child of your Nanna's  favourite table cloth and a hessian sack. It's a born man repeller. I got my mother's raised eyebrows and Dad flatly refused to define it as anything other than interesting, but I think they were both secretly amused by my man repeller chanting and dancing... Yes I am clearly something of a crazy person. I will stand in her defense though, despite her embroidered hessian outward appearance she is actually rather soft indian woven cotton and gorgeously soft to the touch, plus may I add she's light as a feather! The green blouse in other circumstances could be a total man getter as she is 100% transparent, however in this company she just becomes a part of the natural crowd.

    I've been told by several Australian men that fur coats (faux or real) do not relate to the word sexy, me thinks differently, but then again this outfit was never about men. So what do you think? Should I up the anti and do a clashing print post? See if I can elevate those eyebrows and that interesting into looks of sheer horror.. Oh I hope so.. Stay tuned

    Dress: Vintage off Ebay
    Faux fur jacket: Thrifted
    Boots: Sooo old...
    Belt: Thrifted
    Green blouse: Thrifted
    Hat: Morgan and Taylor
    Teeth bracelet: Handmade I'm chasing up the source
    Watch: Borrowed permanently off my house :)

    Hope everyone has an amazing weekend, Big Day Out for me HOORAH!
    Love C

    Sunday, January 30, 2011

    Moth like stars were flickering out

    Happy Monday... I'm still playing with these images in terms of trying to find the best resize for the blog, as I don't want them too big or too small... Much like Goldilocks I'm trying to get them just right.. If anyone knows a good size in terms of dimensions send me a comment and let me know!

    Today was my first day of studying Applied Fashion Design and Technology, I'm really hoping to gain some amazing new skills over the next few years of this course and hopefully some amazing new like minded friends along the way! I'm sure that there'll be a few new faces featured here (hopefully!) over the next year or so.

    Well I think that will do for now, I'm exhausted I've been living off a couple hours of sleep every night for far too long now and it's all starting to catch up with me, so I think I'm going to indulge myself in a nanna nap...

    Love C
    The title quote comes from; The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats.

    
    
    Top: Affectionately referred to as the "Carpet Vest" -Vintage
    Skirt: Miss B's own design and handiwork
    Shoes: Zu

    I must become a borrower of the night

     
     I have a not so secret love for one Mr. William Shakespeare... blame the English major in me, but I do, I adore him (and anything to do with him.. I currently have Shakespeare in Love playing on a rather high rotation... Ummm twice in three days... Obsessed? Me? Never...)
    For those of you that aren't familiar the title quote is courtesy of Sir Shakespeare's magnificent play MacBeth, but it seemed rather fitting for the photos. The sky was heavy with the charging, black clouds full of sweet rain, residual aftermath from Cyclone Bianca which hit our state today and left many people with ruined homes, there seems to be no end to the weather's onslaught here in Australia at the moment, raging bushfires, some of the worst flooding in history and now a fresh batch of damage courtesy of the cyclone... Here's hoping three's the charm and we get a clean slate for the time being at least..


    We weren't sure how long the light would hold out, or when the rain would come tumulting down on us but never the less we continued to shoot hoping for a little bit of magic...


    I hope you like the photos and have had a wonderful weekend,
    Love C

    Jacket: Vintage off Ebay
    Pants: Stella McCartney for Target (these are sooo comfy)
    Boots: A fair few years old now...
    Hat: Morgan and Taylor
    Teeth bracelet: Hand made from a lovely lady at the sale today going to go visit her and see if I can get her details for the blog
    Watch: Borrowed off my house mate