Monday, September 22, 2014

Rooftop Whites

Panelled silk organza top: Al et ClarShorts: Hunt & Gather Store; Heels: Senso; Necklace: Vintage;

I used to be obsessed with magic hour - the hour of sunset or sunrise where everything has this golden glow to it, like the world is about to be set on fire by fairies. Ashka and I climbed onto my rooftop and took a few shots in the fading afternoon light - everything seems so much clearer and fuzzier during magic hour. Rediscovering things you used to like is such an amazing joy - listening to old bands and certain songs that bring back specific memories, finding that the lyrics come scarily easy to your lips despite hearing it for the first time in years. Reading is another big one for me - finding books that are so good that I end up reading them WHILE I'm walking, on the train, at work, in bed, basically during every waking moment. It's so easy for me to forget how much I actually love reading when I force myself through books that are slower or not as well written. Two that have put me on a reading bender have been Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl (I know I'm late to the party) and Susannah Cahalan's Brain On Fire.

Being terribly coordinated in clothing choices is something else that's a little guilty pleasure of mine - the whole handbag to shoe match isn't something I would be ashamed of. When my bra matches my top, which matches my shorts, and my shoes match my jewellery? That's a winner.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Come say hi at Footlocker SoHo!

Just a quick note to let you all know that I'll be making a guest appearance at the SoHo Footlocker (523 Broadway) store this weekend (Saturday and Sunday the 20th/21st of September) to be at your footwear styling whims - you can find me in the Reebok corner with some sweet Skyscape sneakers. Come by, say hi, I will be your dancing (/styling) monkey. I'll be there from 11-6pm on both days as part of Lucky Magazine's Shop Out Event.

If you spend $100 at participating retailers, you'll earn 50 Lucky Points redeemable in the Lucky Closet on Crosby Street on a selection of goodies. See you there!

Friday, September 12, 2014

We Are The People

Bralette: H&M, Skirt: Nasty Gal, Shoes: Zara, Bag: Thrifted, Necklace: WATP Label

When Astrid from We Are The People Jewellery e-mailed me, months ago (yes, I've been saving this post up for a while) - I didn't think much of going to breakfast with her and chowing down on a breakie burrito. One thing about me is that I can be slightly awkward IRL if you place me in a situation that involves small talk (I talk really fast and often scramble around on my own words), and food (multitasking is not something I put on my LinkedIn, and forcing me to will often involve chunks of half-eaten food dropped on myself. I am a very attractive human being.) 

What caught me off guard was how much I enjoyed meeting Astrid - and when she pulled out samples of her jewellery label, We Are The People, which officially launched last month - I was besotted. Hailing from Indonesia, Astrid's jewellery is the all chunky shapes and geometry - both things I enjoy to throw onto my body to distract from all the food stains on my clothes. Couple this with awesome lucite and marbled stones, you can douse yourself with a bucket of soy sauce and nobody will be any the wiser. 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Occa (adj.) - A thing or person characterised by their (usu. extreme) Australian-ness.

Dress: 'Eliana' Dress from Pinnacle Runway; Boots: Senso; Necklace: Thrifted
Photos by Ashka Shen from XSSAT Street Fashion

Last night I picked up Yan Yan from the airport - she just landed in New York for a six month adventure being a super sassy fashion intern and absorbing all that New York has to offer. She told me today she took six trains as opposed to two on her way home - the subway system is a harsh mistress.

Ever so slowly, Australians I know are trickling into New York - one of the main things that has completely thrown me off is that these are people I have known for years and interacted with on a frequent basis back in Sydney with no problems. As soon as the first 'hello' slips out of their mouth in between a happy muffled embrace, something hits me like a meat pie in the face - their accent. People who I have never thought twice about when they speak, suddenly sound so Australian.  Steve Irwin Australian. My BOYFRIEND sounds Australian to me.

In any case, its super nice to have friends rather than pretending to on Instagram (just kidding) - from now on I'm going to try to sound less painfully like a foreigner living in a foreign city...maybe. I'm sure you're all sick of it.
P.S. my dress has fish all over it..AND a cut out...AND a thigh slit. All the yes.