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

The Crickets sang and set the Sun

Ahhh... Sundays.

Today was a good day. Filled with friends and family. I felt my spirit lift.. even if the rest of me was being crushed by the rising heat and the sickening humidity. Today myself and my sister, Miss B went and visited a one off vintage sale being held at a local burlesque club and found treasure...


 The top in the pictures we scored for a fiver... Seriously! And I bought a gorgeous 'date night' dress who I have christened Kit ( I name all of my clothes.. Yes I am crazy like that) without trying on.. the heat was just beyond ridiculous so I risked a misfit in preference for a cold beverage at the Milk and Honey cafe. And when we got back home and I tried her on...... Perfection she fit like a glove. So hopefully some time soon Kit will get taken out for a spin and a little wooing of her own.


Hope everyone had a lovely weekend,
Love C





Monday, January 24, 2011

Hooked a berry to a thread


Please excuse the goofy facials, my sister and I were laughing at our efforts to not fall over at every turn into the quagmire of a creek beneath the trees, thick with black mud and mosquito larvae, all whilst avoiding  near invisible spiderwebs strung between the branches of the paperbark gums. I was grinning like a cheshire cat listening to my sister and our friend Rob who came along 'scaring off' snakes by stomping through the grass.... Hopeless but I love them both all the more because of it.




Dress: Thrifted
Jacket: A creation of my own design, you can't really see it here but the underside of the collar is completely hand beaded... (Urrgh that took ages)
Cross necklace: Lovisa
Stag necklace: Lovisa
Boots: Kenji
Rings: Diamante and multicoloured skull ring and black stone rings both Lovisa
White Skull ring: Random bead shop in Fremantle

Title quote courtesy of W.B. Yeats (1865- 1939) from The Song of Wandering Aengus.

Kissing with golden face the meadows green



This dress was an AMAZING find, that both myself and my sister instantly fell head over heels for, swooning at her just right colour, lightly skimming cut, fluttery caress against ones shoulders and the deliciously low cut detail framing ones back ever so elegantly. To say we held her tightly so, until we got home is an understatement. They simply don't make dresses like this anymore... And there she was hidden amongst a rack of gaudy, over the top ball gowns, begging to be treasured and cherished. Taken out for romantic nights under star studded skies, skimmed with forbidden fingertips and words whispered into gently folded lines. I think we might need to visit that little shop again, who knows what other treasures lurk amongst those over stuffed racks...


Title quote courtesy of the master William Shakespeare (1564- 1616) from Sonnet 33
Dress: Vintage

All the trees of the field will clap their hands


 This is the second part of our foray into the woods, and these photos of my sister evoke memories of a poem I've long treasured written by John Clare (1793-1864) it is as follows;

There is a Charm in Solitude that cheers

There is a charm in Solitude that cheers
A feeling that the world knows nothing of
A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off
Whose whole delight was crime at good to scoff
Green solitude his prison pleasure yields
The bitch fox heeds him not- birds seem to laugh
He lives the Crusoe of his lonely fields
Which dark green oaks his noontide leisure shields

John Clare



I could write pages upon pages about the notion of solitude as a greenness, akin to nature, some thing natural, as opposed to this society where we are so permanently switched on and connected through our gadgets that solitude, and pleasure in solitude is often frowned upon

A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off

Where can I find a man that notes such sentiment, please if you know him point him in my direction...



Dress: Thrifted

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Trees can not name the Seasons

I'd like to introduce my absolutely gorgeous younger sister Miss B. We decided to do an outfit post with a few of our favourite finds down at the local 'wilderness' parklands on our day off yesterday. I hope you enjoy these photos as much as we enjoyed taking them. I've got a few more yet to come but I'll be breaking them down into individual posts due to the file sizes of the images.

Hope you all have a wonderful Monday 





Dress: Vintage off Ebay
Boots: Kenji
Belt: Strap off a handbag

Friday, January 21, 2011

Boys on the Side

Ok so this is a blog entry I wrote a while ago and had saved to my hard drive (I'm still not sure why I didn't post it at the time? All I can guess is internet connection problems.. Any hoo)

On an unrelated note, I quit working out on the mines in October, have done an awful lot of soul searching, made some more huge mistakes in life, got a new job, re enrolled to study and basically started 'life' again.. But I'll leave all of that for another post.. But yes the times are a changing and to be honest I think it is much needed...

One of the joys of Foxtel is that I often discover programs and films I might not otherwise have come across, as was the case with the film Boys on the Side...

Still not sure why I hadn't heard of this before? Sheer lack of cultured beings in my life may perhaps provide a clue, but onwards I venture 'Boys' had me style swooning over Drew Barrymore’s look and wardrobe. There was something so fabulously nineties about it all, nostalgic and current all at the same time. I’ve been noticing more and more nineties references cropping up in various style blogs and on girls on the street. I love the way fashion has moved into this period where being referential isn’t seen as a negative, but rather just a by product of where we are at in fashion history. Inevitably we are always moving forwards in time, but these references, the way people are playing with clothing is exciting to me.

We are no longer stuck in a framework of trends. There are just too many different options being sent down the runway in any given season and whilst there will always be ‘trends’ and ‘it items’ pushed forward by the mainstream fashion media (they have too the fashion beast is a machine geared towards sales after all) the onset of blogs and the ever changing nature of the internet and how we communicate as a global community allows for a variety of voices, to alter the main stream message.

There has been a lot of debate about the role of style blogs and their authors and what role they play in ‘Fashion’ (with a capital F) and how they fit in regards to more established media e.g. the fashion mags  like WWD and Vogue. Rather than look at this as a them vs us argument as some want to pose it, I think both have their place and that it is a positive thing, it allows for a much wider audience.

Blogs and magazines present two very different sides of this thing we call fashion. For me the likes of Vogue, present the edit of the collections presented in any given season, because let’s be honest how many bloggers really do get invited to sit front row? Very few and far between my friends. They present a fantasy, with editorial spreads filmed in the most decadent of locations, with the world’s most beautiful models, the elite photographers and teams of hair stylists, make up artists and racks upon racks, upon racks of clothes straight off the runway. Which all equates to ridiculously beautiful images, where every item is lust worthy and dreamlike, emphasizing beauty rather than reality.

Blogs for the most part present ‘ordinary’ boys n girls (ladies n gents... what ever you like) styled in their own clothes in a relatively natural environment. Obviously there is an element of creation and editing even in these ‘home made’ styled blogs. We never see these girls n guys in a pair of three day old sweats and an oversized t-shirt with tomato sauce stains down the front. (Nor would we want to I believe) But for the most part where magazines like Vogue (which I adore and could not live without by the way) present a fantasy far removed from the average fashion lover, blogs present something far closer to attainable. These bloggers for the most part do not resemble a fresh faced Miranda Kerr or a self styled Abbey Lee Kershaw, but something closer to ‘normal’.

For too long have unreachable heights of beauty and body image have been thrust forward, I believe blogs have the power to change this. I’m not saying that fashion is about to become all about curves, shapes and sizes without boundaries, I think we are far from that utopian ideal, but I do think it presents something outside of the main stream media edit of what defines beauty, fashion and style. Surely this can be nothing other than a good thing? Opening up a discourse that we are yet to fully appreciate for its ability to change stereotypes and ideals, so it always amazes me when I see the mags vs blogs arguments being thrust forward. Any new form of media is going to gain a form of resistance, it’s natural, we are afraid of change, resistant to it, but it is through change that we experience growth. And for some they say we have no true originals in current fashion, that the last wave of originals were those of Rei Kawabuko (? Spelling) and Comme Des Garcons, Margiela, Deemeulester and the Belgian school that appeared en force a few decades ago now. But I beg to differ, referencing time gone before does not remove the ability to be ‘original’. Everything is referential in one way or another, it’s just how well we hide or display these references. Some are buried deep and others are worn quite literally on our sleeves. Both are worthy of our attention. Which brings us in a very round about way to what started me off on this random assimilation of thoughts, the movie; Boys on the Side and more specifically Drew Barrymore’s wardrobe in the film.

Drew Barrymore’s short, blonde curls, plum lipstick and woollen cardigans, metallic pastel nail polish, love heart sunglasses with red frames and black lenses, denim dungarees and white t-shirts, flat shoes and hand cuffs. Reads like a list of what ha been sent down runways in the last few seasons and seen all over the afore mentioned blogs. Not to mention a young Matthew McConaughy in a tight police uniform. (Insert drool here). It’s all so incredibly nineties and for that I love it. I don’t believe in looking back on past fashion deeming it wrong, or unfashionable or worse tacky. It WAS fashionable at the time, as long as you were happy, who cares if in 5, 10, 15 or 50 years time you cringe at a hair style, or eye makeup or a hemline? Really it’s not important. To those who are truly fashion obsessed you might consider my next statement blasphemous but at the end of the day they ARE JUST CLOTHES. It’s the memories you had whilst wearing them that are important. Too often this is forgotten.


So please I beg of you don’t be afraid of being deemed out or wrong. I don’t believe it matters at the end of the day what you are wearing as long as you are wearing a smile. So be brave, make ‘mistakes’ and don’t hide from life behind a veneer of clothing. There is so much else that is important... And now I’m off to go trawl ebay and the local op shops for a knitted green cardigan and see if I can find just the right, wrong shade of plum lipstick, because I’m feeling nostalgic for the decade of my childhood the nineties (I’m a babe of the year 85) when style blogs weren’t even a dirty thought and fashion was about frivolity. When did we all get so serious?

Feel free to disagree with me... I’m all for a healthy debate.

Love C


Reference:

Movie: Boys on the Side (1995) Whoopi Goldberg, Drew Barrymore and Mary Louise Parker.