Wednesday, 28 December 2016

raindance with Leanne Marshall

This is the Raincloud gown from the Fall '16 Signature Collection by Leanne Marshall. That's all the introduction it really needs doesn't it? It's exquisite. Made from a complementary combination of dove gray and blue in a textured silk organza it is the fashion embodiment of smoke. Certainly, it lives up to its name. In addition to the skirt, I feel that the dainty straps of the dress really makes it, adding another layer of mystique to an already phantasmal piece.

Now an ode to her F/W 2015 Collection. It follows a woman's descent into insanity following continual rejection. I love how morbid that is. The theme is beautifully portrayed through the makeup as well. Red is where she is most composed, as well as being the colour of love it's probably when her love brought nothing to her but a sweet, luxuriating warmth. Her insanity is depicted in cool tones, but cold and unforgiving as ice with her makeup smudged beyond recognition. That's moving. 

Words can't convey how much I adore the first look. The red of the skirt almost has a regal sheen and the cape gives the impression that she's walking through flames. 

On the other end of the spectrum we have the incorporation of ice. I love how both elements are mirrors of each other and powerful in their own regard. The choice of colours really does give a whole new meaning to waterfall skirt. 

We have fire and ice and now we have the vast ocean with its inky depths. The final stop, insanity. 



Saturday, 24 December 2016

functional barbie

Once the association is made, it's all but impossible to see it from any other angle. For some reason, I was convinced that the dress I unearthed is exactly what you'd find in Barbie's real life modern wardrobe. Or maybe that's because the because the print is usually associated with television standoffish it girls. In order to play that up, we have rose accents along with falsies that'd rival any doll. Together, the outfit just works, prim but not overt. 

I'm surprised that I like it so much. I may not experience any visceral reaction to what my youth would've but I'm not a slave to it. And yet, I've created a look that utilises all those elements. Childhood nostalgia perhaps? The silhouette of the dress is perfect for running last minute errands, it ends at a perfect length and there's a structured collar - so it's a tick in every regard. It's warmer than it's flimsy appearance would you lead you to believe as well. Thus, it's saved for the colder months or when an unprecedented cold front hits unfortunately.   

From Left to Right, Top to Bottom: 

Dress: Collared Pink Tartan Dress // Miss Selfridge (thrifted)
Bag: Rose Python-printed Satchel // Forever New (thrifted)
Fragrance: Bright Crystal by Versace 
Beauty: False Eyelashes // Dollywink
Shoes: Helga by Deandri 



Tuesday, 20 December 2016

season's madness

Do you know where money does to die? Zara. Honestly, I could walk out with armfuls of things. Perhaps it's because of the holidays thus triggering a sentimental trait I didn't know I housed but I decided to take my sister out on a free day of shopping. Yes... that's why I did it, generosity.. the goodness of my soul... can someone bring that script closer? I can't see the rest of the lines. 

In all seriousness, it gets touted that in order to build a wardrobe from the ground up, you begin with the basics. It isn't until you're actually doing that did I realise how difficult that was. So I'd like to think we fulfilled that by balancing it with more quirkier items to keep it interesting. 

Galaxy/intergalactic/space whatever the term coined I have a deep fondness - and not because Valentino had a killer collection. The headpiece from Lovisa is actually just floral embellishments from afar it looks like the universe weaved into your hair. 

I'm one of those people now. I'm a candle person. I'm going to amass so many my sense of smell will fail from overload. But okay, the Tahaa Glasshouse Candle... is to die for. It's vanilla caramel and isn't as cloying or overbearing as you may be led to believe. Simply put, it's delicious. 

Remember the earlier conundrum? It's solved because anoraks are the solution to world peace (this one has deep pockets that reaches the end of the earth) and grey fixes everything. In order to retain colour, I opted for pastel pink high waisted shorts and the most ostentatious flats I have. I never thought that a pure white bag could look so striking against anything, that and the satchel gives it a cartoonish quality that I find positively endearing. All in all, it's a put together look made from the foundation of basics. I win. 

From top to bottom, left to right. 

Outerwear //Mid-length Cartoon Print Anorak // Zara 
Top // Cropped Grey Jumper // Zara
Bottoms // High-waisted Pastel Pink Shorts // Zara 
Shoes // Zebra-print Colourblocked Flats // Kate Spade 
Accessories // White Satchel Bag // Thrifted 



Friday, 16 December 2016

Stella de Libero

I don't care for marriage. What I do care for is that the occasion provides as a undeniable excuse to adorn myself in an unreasonably extravagant, over the top gown. Let's be frank, it's not as though I have impossibly high standards to meet so the phrase, 'it made my jaw drop, left me breathless and questioning the existence of the earth' essentially loses its meaning. But these gowns from Stella de Libero, a Japanese label will have you nodding in agreement. 

So hear me out. Is it more ridiculous to have a Tokyo-based wedding to save on shipping costs or should I go gungho about it since it's my wedding? 

Art and fashion are one entity and if anyone dares to refute you, show them this because... my god...

Adding onto that, why wold you limit yourself to a single colour palette for your wedding dress when.. when you can have them all. It's your wedding and you should feel every bit a masterpiece or a figure from literacy wonders. 

The recurring silhouette is fairly classic, a corset top that billows into your own personal galaxy. 

Doesn't the cerulean blue dress give the impression that you're draping the ocean over yourself? The dresses are simply diving, it seems a shame to limit yourself to a mere dress. I wonder if they do a rental service, if that's the case, I'm getting a vacation and at least ten dress changes during my wedding. 



Saturday, 10 December 2016

devil in the details

Honestly, I really envy actresses that star in ancient/medieval shows if only for the exquisite ballgowns that get to don as part of their costumes. Just the image alone of eating something really pedestrian like a burger whilst yards of tulle billow around you is slightly amusing. Elie Saab is a designer that holds back and the embellishments are simply breathtaking. 

I love seeing designers make final tweaks to a piece before it gets flaunted down the runway. It really makes them come alive and less of an impossible fantasy that can only exist in dreams. 

Ostentatious and obnoxious but in the most gorgeous way possible. It's an interesting way to contrast the otherwise solid component of velvet, it give it the perfect backdrop to highlight the intricacy of the embellishments without causing pain to the eyes. 



Friday, 9 December 2016

study in pink

I have moods where I toy with the line of contrasting pieces and really stretch the spectrum of whether they blend cohesively or when I take every effort to make them complementary. This is one such mood. 

I've mentioned my childhood rebellion of pink, it seems almost karmic that I'm very partial to it now; particularly pastel and a dusky rose. To me, it just seems effortlessly refined in a very soft way. What better way to emphasise that by way of lace, floral shorts to pair with the collar perfectly?

 I struck gold whilst I was in Marrickville, unearthing a number of elegant chiffon shirts for less than $5 apiece. This one is quite unusual. It's made from the lightest of tweed and is the best singular best for a more formal event. You almost forget how intimidating the Helgas are in their dusky rose tone. 

After bringing the pink to your body, we move to the face with a swipe across the cheeks with the Benefit Bella Bamba blush. I wish we had ELF at the US prices in Australia. For pocket change, it challenges the quality of high end makeup products. It would've been a great way for me to experiment or even, develop any modicum of skill. Still, the ELF highlighters are amazing. Bioderma deserves all its allocades. I'm a bit hesitant on anything that prove to be detrimental to the skin - why maintain a healthy lifestyle otherwise so any product that's lauded to be gentle easily wins me over. 

From left to right, top to bottom 

Shoes / Helga by Deandri 
Shirt/ Thrifted 
Bottoms/ Bardot Lace Shorts
Bioderma Sensiblo H20 Solution 
ELF Highlighters
Benefit Bella Bamba Blush 



Monday, 5 December 2016

Etude House Secret Beam Highlighter

Do you know that ethereal prismatic highlighter that looks like you've been kissed by a rainbow? Well, this is not that highlighter. Etude House's description of their Secret Beam Highlighter states that 'this 6-coloured all-over baked shimmer powder in pearly white tone instantly enhances the complexion with a soft, youthful luminosity'. Is that achieved? Yes. Is it a holy grail product? No. 

You would apply it typically like any other highlighter, accenting your cheekbones and along the bridge of your nose to give yourself that faint dusting of butterfly scales. As with highlighters, a light hand is recommended but the effect that this gives is very subtle. I find that the product itself in its pastel glory is a feast for the eyes but applied, it doesn't really carry over, unfortunately. 

The conclusion here is that if you were building your makeup arsenal from scratch and this happened to be by your fingertips... that's the only outcome I'd envision that you'd pick it up since there are better products on the market. Although, how many highlighters does one truly need anyway? 



Friday, 25 November 2016

ambitious zebra

I don't have much luck when it comes to thrifting shoes, but when I do, they're Kate Spade. I typically adore things that are more unique in design but in ordinary circumstances, Kate Spade would be the last place I visit. It's a lot of money to pay to be quirky otherwise. 

As I mentioned earlier, thrift stores in Sydney tend to be lacking in the shoe department. Or in my size at least. Just slightly edging out heels, flats are ones that I typically avoid. This is due to the fact that my legs aren't entirely straight and unless the shoes have a thick padding, I will wear out one side quicker and exacerbate the unstraightness more. It kind of freaks me out, as I'm fairly certain it's why my left knee has a tendency to spasm even when stationary. In saying that, if I happen to come across a pair that's beautiful and affordable wearing them once in a blue moon wouldn't signal an apocalypse.

I really liked the contrasting tips especially in colours that I'm partial to. Simply put, they would add a fun twist to an otherwise monochrome outfit or heighten the kitsch of a more adventurous one. 



Tuesday, 22 November 2016

incidental hero

I possess every spectrum of the rainbow except its two extremes. I warmed up to black quicker and found that I quite liked the resulting toughness it emanated. White on the other hand, took its sweet time to court me. Maybe it was because I found it too pure, a ridiculous reason I know. I've since turned over a new leaf (fortunately). The world has long grasped this fact and it's only now that I'm in agreement. There's something about black and white that makes it so positively striking and the effortless elegance is a welcome look. 

Also, in addition to falling prey to the marvel of white, I've succumbed to the bomber jacket that I've been lukewarm to. The universe decided to hit me with two stones and I couldn't be more grateful. 

I am very gradually expanding my shoe collection, and will probably fall victim to the 'How many pairs of black boots does one person humanely need?'. But if you live in black denim like I do, you need the footware to match in order to extend your legs to a galaxy. Anything black is versatile and will pay for itself! Unless I exceed the weight limit. Ha... ha...

I have an unwavering loyalty to bright colours and I'm especially partial to a yellow that looks like captured sunshine. It just looks so happy, so bright. Nevermind dressing for your mood, this dresses to the mood. I bought this for that reason but I had every intention of removing the fake gems as I thought it was a bit tacky but hey, if Dolce & Gabbana can get away with it, so will I! Ever since I've made that association, I've been loving this shirt even more. That detail would also make it exquisite to layer with. 

I still have not warmed up to spring, even if it is warming up on me. Summer will be my death.


Saturday, 22 October 2016

angelic cupcake

Apparently I'm all about that Lush life now. Ha... Ha... To paraphrase the words of others, 'You need to take a break once in awhile otherwise you'll die'. I just wished treating oneself wasn't so costly. But handing in two major assignments qualify as a treat. Shall we talk about the tea first before I spill it? Let's be frank, I was not expecting to love it. Sure I opt for tea over coffee as my weapon of choice but I'm not one to favour a flavoured beverage; unnecessary calorie intake and all. I'd rather just have dessert. But this.. was a pina colada inspired tea. The hints of coconut lent this unbelievable creaminess that had me purchase it without hesitation. Pineapple and coconut tea, what a notion. A delicious one. 

I've heard a litany of praise for both the Cupcake Mask as well as the Angels on Bare Skin Scrub. I baulked at the former due to its price for such a tiny, tiny, tiny tub and the latter for its hideous fragrance. But in the spirit of treat myself, combined with a healthy dose of to hell with it, I now possess both. I've tried the Cupcake Mask and it does make my face feel cleaner, although is it due to the products it's made from or because of the mere factor of washing off something that had called my face home sweet home for fifteen minutes? We'll see. I have yet to try the scrub, but I will be adequately harsh to test its worldwide best seller label. 



Wednesday, 19 October 2016

manic pixie dream girl

Sydney is undergoing a strange siege with spring at the moment. Not that I'm complaining, I quite like the alternating between autumn and spring temperatures. Moreso on the former. But I can at least dress as though I'm excited with the sun giving us its rapt attention. I've always been fond of that soft sunshine yellow. It portrays the euphoria that only I know internally. I've been charged with infidelity, as I look to shirts with different necklines, it's okay collars, you're still very far up my list in terms of devotion. Floral for spring, how revolutionary. It's been over a few years since I bought my Floral Doc Martens and I've yet to break them in. Hence why I've been tentatively wearing them out lately. The motorcycle jacket-esque placement of the zippers on the skirt are quite attractive to me, I don't know, perhaps it's become part of my aesthetic now. Asymmetrical of course, to appeal to the zaniness of my soul with an unique print that's larger than life. So that's my attempt to woo spring, let's talk about the book.

Yes, let's pretend that everyone in the world hasn't read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I've been revisiting books from my younger years, Brave New World is one such example. Perhaps I've grown more cynical, perhaps I've grown more aware, in any case, my tolerance for books have noticeably increased. Now, I need to state that I'm only about a fifth of the way in but I must confess to being rather detached about the characters. It's very Twilight-esque. Of course everyone is conventionally attractive. Of course the boss who proclaims to be interested in curvaceous women suddenly finds interest in the girl with the boyish figure who appears anorexic even though she gorges on junk food. She's different. Sigh. Such clear male wish fulfilment isn't it? I'm kind of hoping that at one point there's a turnabout and the book becomes one of a satirical nature, but until that point, it's rather painful to read. 

Why am I still reading it you ask? Well.. they just introduced a closed room murder and I'm a sucker for those.... Dammit. 

Top: Cherrykoko Yellow Chiffon Shirt (Thrifted)
Bottom: H&M Black Asymmetrical Skirt (Thrifted)
Shoes: Floral Doc Martens 
Accessory: Lovina Necklace, The Book that is Giving Me a Migraine


Wednesday, 12 October 2016


If there's a brand I'm besotted with, it's undoubtedly Mimco. An Australian brand that is a touch of luxury, ten parts whimsy. And just the slightest bit out of my budget sigh. Still, there are ways to get what I want in means that won't impart much guilt and harm. Thrifting and Outlet Shopping. At Birkenhead Point to be exact. It's an interesting place, standing above water and is said to be one with the wind when it rocks the building.

Not only that, there are a few luxury brands under its roof, Calvin Klein, Hugo Boss, etc. I'm there for Alannah Hill and Mimco though. So, the last pair of the Enchantress Slippers came to be in my possession for $87. For what cause? A missing strap. Eh, I've lived with worse. The effect changes with different coloured ribbons used, I opted for the bottle green, the closest to the original strap, but I wonder how a royal blue, or pastel pink would fare. Unique flair without much effort, my favourite kind of style. 

I never thought I would ever warm to loafers or ankle straps. I'm always proven wrong aren't I? I just love the abstract marbling in rich colours; it would really be mistaken for a piece in an art gallery. 

The bag I thrifted for $9. I am a huge sucker for the satchel style. Tan is extremely versatile and the clasp itself is very easy to open single handed. In addition, for such a small bag, it's quite spacious. Yes... I'm aware these sound like very weak excuses. 

Mimco's craftsmanship is through the roof. How surprising that I have very good, hardly-able-to-afford taste. 



Friday, 30 September 2016

o, brave new world

I'm pretending that I like spring more than I actually do. By drawing on the techniques of Pavlov and indulging in the aspects that give it an aura of clean. White shirts, a pivotal essential from Muji and Silky Underwear from Lush. Already, I'm dreading my skin sticking to chairs as though it's a live-or-die relationship. Simple feats of hypnosis, perhaps it'll get me through the next 6 months. 

I used to be an avid reader. Nowadays, I seem to have to have lost the ability to be sucked into the pages and be lost in the world. I'm half-hoping that it's been my choices that have been less than novel. I've always written stories to pass the time, and lately, I've been dabbling in science fiction - a genre I am extremely out of my depth with. That begs research. So I picked up Brave New World with the wish that it would provide me with enlightening insight. 

I could not recommend a book less. It's meant to be pitiful, the characters seemingly trapped in a 'perfect world'. Of a utopia disguised as dystopia. A promising concept that was befell by a half-assed attempt. How disappointing. But I suppose the book served its purpose if it's caused self reflection. I don't need instant gratification, but I do wish that every action I take had a visible result no matter how slight. It would set my mind at ease, so that I'm not convinced I'm floundering in the dark, hands outstretched and completely missing the light. I'm worried, trapped in my self-awareness but not possessing the energy to affect definite change that will cease all anxiety. 

It's October the first and I can't help that I'm destined for failure. It seems even breaking the chain I inevitably end on the path I sought to stray from. I've been chasing the same lofty goal for years without any progress. Let this be it. 



Saturday, 3 September 2016

an encounter at the Two Wolves and the Koi

Uncomfortable outings are softened by the presence of food. That seems to be the adage I've unintentionally adopted these days. Why do I torture myself with Instagram of places that I'm dying to consume but hindered by very real factors such as a growing girth and a shrinking wallet? Note to self, don't befriend enablers. Because not only will they cheer on your bad habits but at least you will have them to cry with. I like my glass half full. Food also provides a distraction from the person in front of you and keeps your mouth occupied against response. ... So there's that. New plan, I'm going to every cafe in Sydney with a mortal enemy. That way, I get company and motivation to go. Ahaha ...

Whimsical alleyways, how Wonderland-esque.

The Two Wolves: Community Cantina gets points for its ambience, it's aid of the community and the 20% student discount that my friend gleefully jumped on the chance of. Tacos are hard to mess up, so what's my excuse for not making them?

As far as I'm concerned, a lunch date isn't a lunch date in the absence of dessert. 

What lurks in Spice Alley you ask? Oh, just a little place that a certain former Masterchef contestant opened whom had a proclivity for desserts. 

That's right, Reynold Poernomo's Koi. I really wish we could try the a la carte dessert menu... next time! On obvious warning, but one that entirely slipped our minds was that, do not order any cakes with fruits out of season for they will be canned. In saying that the combination of mango and yuzu was pleasant. Lychee anything lends itself to a light as air dessert and watch out for anything with a chocolate sheen... they're killer unless you possess an iron stomach. 

Fragments and remnants somehow appear more artistic than its original incarnation. How odd.



Saturday, 27 August 2016

citrus fresh

Forever 21 boots ($10, Vinnies), Mint chiffon shirt ($9.90, consignment store), Citrus origami skorts ($7, Vinnies)
These would've ushered the majestic coming of Spring. I can't help but feel disheartened and irritated. Spring brings forth the sun, my mortal nemesis and with it, a heat I despise. I will spend my summer a shut in full of intense loathing for the world until autumn arrives once more will I feel a sense of adventure. Let's take the runway inside and under air conditioning. Sigh, tell me how you brave the beat. If the Wicked Witch of the West's downfall lies in water, mine is the unrelenting rays of the sun.

I feel oddly satisfied, making headway on my fashion bucketlist. As I thrift most of my clothes, the list grows more than it shrinks but any cross-offs warrants a tiny victory. I adore pastel even if my wardrobe is woefully devoid of it. But here, I welcome this wonderful mint chiffon shirt into my collection. 

I would've loved it simply for the collar and colour alone. But look at the detail! The collar itself is sheer and with a pearl, lace and very obvious gem embellishments. Surprisingly, it defies the label of tacky into one that is rather distinguished. The sleeves itself have a beautiful origami-like fold. This would make it great tucked into highwaisted things or layered beneath jumpers for that pop. 

I kid you not the perilous journey into finding the perfect pair of lace up boots. Unfortunately, the journey doesn't quite end here, but for now, I am satiated. Especially for the price. I didn't expect Forever21 to have such decent quality, it's leagues above Rubi, that much is evident. 

Topshop takes trends then levels it up. I'm a sucker for quirky prints, and lemon trees qualify. Plus, I love skirts but when they have the security of shorts, I'm sold. 

Perhaps this spring won't be so bad... 


Tuesday, 16 August 2016

the red shoes

As an insomniac, I've been told numerous methods to gain a ticket to Slumber. None have worked. But there is one method that I'm particularly fond of, and that is to create stories before you sleep. Unfortunately, that actually may be what's keeping me up at night as I furrow my brow in an attempt to work out the plot holes and kinks. But we all have our vices right? Due to that, I find it rather easy to formulate stories on the fly, and this semester, for the first time ever, I'm indulging in something creative. For it, we had to reinvent a fairytale in a modern setting I chose, the Red Shoes by Hans Christian Anderson. The original fairytale is a warning against spoiled children. But in this day and age, vanity is mistaken as an intelligent ploy. And thus, this was born. Shall I tell you a story?

Once upon a time, there lived an unremarkable girl. The only thing about her that distinguished her from others was her undying love for fashion and the relatively unknown blog that she used to document it. 

Unfortunately, she was destined to be eternally poor, all her money spent to supplement her expensive habit. As a counterbalance, she feasts on instant noodles. 

One day, she earns enough to commission a designer to create her a pair of shoes, fated to be hers. After toiling away for days, the designer presents her the pair of shoes. Furious that her well starved money had resulted in such a hideous product, she throws a fit. In response, the designer takes a pair of scissors and destroys the shoes right in front of her eyes. With the promise of more money, the designer fashions her another pair. But out of spite, makes the heel impossibly high. Delighted, the girl Instagrams the pair immediately and goes viral as ...

The Girl with the Red Shoes. 

Her blog shoots up in hits, her follower count keeps growing as does her bank account, she's stopped in the street for compliments. But one stormy day, deciding not to risk her precious trademark, foregoes them for boots. For the long time in awhile, she experiences a day of anonymity. Horrified, she vows to never be without the Red Shoes. 

Unfortunately, extended wear of the shoes have left her feet grotesque and deformed beneath the patent leather. Her doctor warning her that it is causing irreversible damage to her hip and spine. But she recalls that fateful day and shakes her hear, resolving to stay strong to her pact. 

One day, she trips on a cobblestone path and hits her head. 

Hundreds turn up to the funeral for the Girl with the Red Shoes. 


Who is the girl in the coffin?

As you can see, we were instructed to compile images to demonstrate how we should shoot the key sequence for our devised fairytale. I decided to take the minimal route and reduce her life to essential elements. The Red Shoes being the clear star of course.