Sunday, September 29, 2013

higher and higher baby.......

Shirt: Cotton On (Mens) / Jeans: Vintage Lee / Shoes: Wittner / Sunglasses: ASOS

I've never been a huge fan of high waisted anything. Putting emphasis on my ass and the lower half of my abdomen (which rises and falls throughout the course of the day in opposition to the sun, am I right ladies?) just never melded with my preconceived ideas of radness.

But like all great and wonderful things, it only takes one.

While on a thrifting adventure in search of old school mens denim to customise the hell out of I happened to stumble upon these high waisted Lee jeans, circa no idea, and now I'm hooked.

If I told you that I'd been wearing them basically every day for the past week, would you believe me? Surely those crease marks can attest to my infatuation? Thank god the internet is not equipped with a sense of smell just yet.

Coincidentally the two other pairs of denim I scored that fateful day are also high waisted.

So now the questions is, does this mark the end of my slung at the hip denim phase? Am I all about the Mum jeans, ass emphasis and FUPA?

Perhaps all that Man Repeller reading has finally sunk in.

Hell if I know. But if you find any vintage high waisted Lee denim, preferably from man land, can you please let me know. Seriously. Not kidding.


Friday, September 20, 2013

going hawaiian.......

Ok, real talk. I'm having a moment with hawaiian shirts right now. In my mind, every single look I conjure could be made infinitely better with the inclusion of a brightly coloured shirt. A shirt featuring, among other things, palm trees and blue skies and flowers; lots and lots of flowers.

This streetstyle shot of Yasmin Sewell, while fabulous, only serves to legitmise my current infatuation. Though in the interests of complete transparency, I must admit this shot is from a few seasons ago. Using fashion insiders to prop up our seemingly nonsensical sartorial desires is nothing new. But trawling through the archives to find some hawaiian evidence to solidify my argument borders on ridiculous surely?

Because here's the thing, my growing love of the flamboyant shirts came before the inspirational streetstyle shot. This one brewed in my grey matter and filtered from the top down, until I found myself searching for 'hawaiian shirt' in eBay, ASOS, Topshop, Google and every other search engine I could find.

Which got me wondering. With our sartorial choices seemingly so influenced by the magazines we read, the blogs we follow and the racks of garments in those fast fashion stores we all frequent, is there any room left in our overflowing minds to dream up something different? 

And when you do actually get that dream happening, how do you translate that to a look, especially when your dream just ain't on trend?

I, of course, resorted to the fertile grounds of both eBay and op shops to create this mix of print and denim. Sometimes you just can't leave your fate to the fashion gods of New York, London, Paris and Milan. Sometimes you have to take control of that shit yourself. 

Because fash-un isn't found only inside the minimalist glass doors of Zara or the online powerhouses of Net-A-Porter. It's found in my vintage hawaiian shirt (score) and my vintage customised Levi's (double score) and, you know, it's found in the sky and stuff like Coco said.


Friday, September 06, 2013

how to do fash-un month (at home).......

Fashion month kicked off with New York Fashion Week last night, (I live on the other side of the world so it was night time for me), and I'm quite clearly not there. And I won't be at London. Or at Milan. Or at Paris.


Couple that with the plethora of 'How to survive fashion week' tweets, emails, posts and general social media madness and you have one serious case of FOMO.

So what does a fashion obsessive harbouring an unhealthy predilection for parades of garments that sit comfortably outside the bank balance and tinglings of a sartorially induced sadness actually do during the month that determines the future?!?

Yes, what does a fringe dwelling wannabe do while the cool kids hang out together at shows and parties and just generally be, you know, cool?

Uh, pretend?

Like any good wannabe, I’ve a vivid imagination. So here are some fun ways to pretend you’re at NYFW.........

1) Dress up like you're going to a show. Natalie Massenet implored London to do it, but I say let's kick it off with New York. Channel the likes of ADR, TTH and MR (acronyms are the new black) and rock high waist anything, print on print, denim, some serious neck candy and long long legs capped off with ridiculous, but very pretty, shoes. Take photos.

2) What is Fashion Week without a few fancy soirees. So throw yourself an exclusive fash-un party. Dress a bunch of mannequins up in killer threads (if they resemble certain streetysle stars who will remain nameless that is perfectly ok) and wedge champagne glasses in their hands, or perhaps more accurately for New York - a juice. Take photos. And then drink all the champagne/juice.

3) Tweet and Facebook and Instagram random images of New York, with obscure text. Interspersed with your previously taken photos from your show look and party. #fromwhereistand #ootd #fashionparty

4) Follow that social media onslaught with some so on trend tweets and updates. Cause we all know if we didn’t post it, it never happened.

Example 1) Proenza Schouler has done it again! #nwfw

Example 2) Ugh! Anna and Grace in the front row, so rad. #nyfw

Example 3) Seriously if the @Sartorialist shoots me one more time...... #nyfw

Of course substituting the respective cities in for New York where appropriate. Wow! I'm exhausted, and I haven't even left my house.  

Truthfully, real talk now. While that all sounds like an excellent way/s to spend the month, it also sounds like a lot of work. And I already have, like, a day job guys.

So instead I’m going to do what I do every other time Fashion Month rolls around and I still don’t have a plane ticket and a hotel reservation. I’m going to stalk and Vogue like it’s my profession. I'm going to collate posts on my favourites looks, on the runway and off. I'm going to wonder at how human-like all those peacocks look. And I'm going to hope like hell Suzy Menkes writes another punchy piece so we've all got something to talk about until next Fashion Month.


Thursday, September 05, 2013

rmit student runway.......

Considering my propensity for all things fash-un, it's strange that I've never graced an actual runway show with my presence. But alas, that cherry has been popped. Sunday night I was lucky enough to attend the RMIT student runway, part of the Melbourne Spring Fashion Week, at Melbourne Town Hall. RMIT is one of the most prestigious fashion schools in the country, having churned out some impressive talent, and the show is always a highlight of the Spring Fashion Week.

And what, pray tell, did I see?

A lot of white and grey and black - very Melbourne. But also some serious bursts of creativity, experimentation and my old favourite.....tartan.

I've riffed before on my appreciation for young/student designers. Their ability to reel me in with noodle print jackets and barely there leather aside, it's their willingness to experiment that I so admire. From oversized tartan and fur coats, to the fetishization of food or the rework of seventies style macrame. Even the boxy shapes, reminiscent of Phoebe Philo or the layers of black that held a whiff of Rick Owens, still held that edge of 'we have no idea what comes after this, so we're just giving it a shit hot go'.

And it's exactly that which makes the work of these RMIT students, or in fact any fashion students, so important.

Once a label is established, with that very important customer base, it becomes a little difficult for them to move outside of their illustrated history. Consider Hedi Slimane.

Hence these fashion schools are a place for those dreamers among us to cast aside notions of bottom lines and retailers and profits, and just consider the aesthetic of the design. To look at the old with a desire to create something new, and to do it without the fear of what the consumer wants, or is willing to pay for.

I'm loath to get all crazy emotive and start spouting cliches about them being the future. But it seems apt. And if the work I saw on Sunday night is any indication, the future is looking rosy, (Ugh cliche, cliche, cliche). Or perhaps black. It is Melbourne after all.

Tyrone Susman

Lucy Rosenberg

Hannah Canham

Ella Mcilvena

Lauren Cray

Talisa Trantino

Cathy Lai Wa Yuen

 Victoria Thaniotis

Chin Hau Tay

Esther Gauntlett

Alexander Batsis

My amateur photography doesn't do their work justice, and this is by no means all the talent. There was some very impressive work with LED's that simply did not photograph. Check out this video from the MSFW Youtube Channel for some more pictures.