this week #2

I'll be honest, I was concerned this week's this week would not actually make it into the right week. And my concern has been realised, perhaps I should call it this fortnight? Full time study and nearly full time work do make a negligent blogger of me; but, there are some brilliant things I want to share with you this week.

The New Yorker has thrown open their archives for the next three months before a paywall goes up. Run, don't walk to your nearest wifi connection and start perusing. I'm already there, will report back. Feel free to leave links to your favourites in the comments.

Came across these illustration by Brazilian graphic design Carol Rossetti, and I've found myself back here a few times since. Something about the simplicity of the design, the diversity of the messages, the reality of the situations drawn. I mean, a women's freedom to be in control of her own body, behaviours and identity - isn't that what feminism is all about?

How much would it cost to buy everything in an issue of American Vogue? Just a tad under $350K according to American journalist, Noah Veltman. Veltman tallied up the cost of all the products featured in ten major American magazines and Vogue beat out its nearest rival by nearly two hundred thousand dollars. Talk about aspirational. I have to wonder at what point it gets ridiculous though?

Commencement speeches generally result in a plethora of blog posts, news articles, tweets and retweets, Facebook status' and a host of other information spreading, inspiration instigating rubbish, basically. But I quite liked this one by Neil Gaiman from 2012. Especially his points about the possibilities that are open when you don't know what's impossible, the way a creative life is like sending out messages in bottles and hoping for a response and that if you're making mistakes it means you're out there doing something - and that is a good thing. 

I'm a sucker for a bookstore (and a library too - basically anywhere with books) and this list from Buzzfeed featuring fourteen independent bookshops in London has me champing at the bit to get back to the English capital and explore.

kb xx

dame viv

Not unlike those weeks where you find yourself wearing the same sartorial gem over and over again, a kind of mini obsession that lasts until the next one comes along, I'm finding myself in mini obsession with Dame Vivienne Westwood. Again. 

I've never hid my appreciation for the often left of centre English designer, not just because of her rich archive of work - some of which I would kill to have in my wardrobe - but also because I find her honesty and willingness to include her other passions, like the environment, into her work. She doesn't pretend that fashion lives inside a bubble with no reference to the outside world. Plus, she's just so bloody cool.

The most fascinating discovery in this latest round of infatuation is this stellar three part series on YouTube, titled Painted Ladies. A discovery of fashion through art across centuries, and an insight into the influence of art on Dame Viv's designs. 

Well worth a watch: Part One, Part Two and Part Three. 

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this week #1

In the spirit of mixing things up 'round here, as mentioned previously, I'm starting a weekly (I hope it'll be weekly!) post of a random selection of links and information and just general stuff - some of which may, in fact, be nonsense. 

The past week has been just a little eventful for me, great wonderful things are beginning to happen - and not just my subscriptions to The Paris Review and the London Review of Books. In the interest of fabulous analogies; it's like those last few weeks of winter when the bulbs start waking from their hibernation and moving around under the dirt before slowly peaking their heads above the surface, drinking in the sunshine and rain as Spring moves in before bursting into the fresh air with all their glorious colour. I re-read The Secret Garden recently so that explains that. 

1) I'm suddenly quite into skincare. A recent occurrence which owes a lot to UK blogger and skin superstar Caroline Hirons. Over the past few weeks I've often found myself tucked up in bed, laptop in lap, trawling her archives - her 'cheat sheets' are brilliant. I've actually washed my face every night for the past three weeks because Caroline told me I should. Obsessed. And in light of the big ban, now have spare dollars to buy lots of lovely products!

2) Some fashion tips from uber stylish Frenchie Ines de la Fressange: If you love it, buy more than one, borrow from the boys, when in doubt, customise and take the good with the bad - de la Fressange claims that fashion and good taste are, like a good perfume, made with a little bad taste; a sentiment I wholeheartedly support and endorse more regularly than I'd probably like to admit!

3) As a journalism student and general appreciator/practitioner of writing, I'm always interested to hear words of wisdom, tips or just information from people with more knowledge or experience than me. This Storify titled 'Suzanne Moore's Guide to Journalism' is equal parts amusing and honest.

4) Work has a mixed CD that plays on repeat, which means multiple accidental listens of some truly annoying songs, but also regular appearances by The Spice Girls; which have no doubt been instrumental in my burgeoning re-appreciation for their music and just general girl power/feminism rocks vibe. Plus, this awesome piece from 1997 by US writer Kathy Acker. You're welcome. 

5) 'It might seem crazy wearing stripes with plaid. I Instagram every meal I've had...' Watch, if only for the gloriously bad taste fash-un - I wonder if this is the bad taste Ines was talking about?

kb xx

missing: one inspiration.......

What is inspiration? Where does it come from? And how do you find it when it’s lost?

Every artistic how-to and every piece of advice from artists anywhere talks about how inspiration is not the key to success; perspiration has a little something to do with it too. And that grit is far more important than a notion of artistic sensibility.

Which is great. But when you’re feeling particularly uninspired, as I have been of late, you begin to question not only your ability to be inspired - but your ability full stop. Which is a level of heartbreak reserved only for those that put their life in such intangible things as words.

I’m not sure if my inspiration has been lost or simply misplaced. Perhaps it got sideswiped by those dastardly exams I had to sit last week, that seemingly wiped me of any thoughts outside of is the answer a, b or c. Maybe I should look for it outside blowing in the wind, under my car or in the dirty washing.

Maybe I’ll find it at the end of this sentence...

Nope, not there.

I considered making up one of those lost posters; but I’m not sure how to accurately describe something so indescribable. I can’t tell you what colour hair my inspiration has, or if it’s tall or short. I can’t tell you if my inspiration has an accent (if it did I’m sure it'd be Scottish), or what it was wearing the last time I saw it. I can’t tell you its name, or where it likes to hang out. I can’t tell you anything really.

I searched for inspirational quotes, because words are the way to my heart and I thought maybe my inspiration was hiding somewhere amongst my internal organs. I learned that the quieter you become, the more you can hear, which makes sense. I discovered that all the good stuff is outside our comfort zones, and that there are seven steps to happiness, which seems just a little too easy, right?

I Googled where to find inspiration, because the internet is always the answer. But the internet told me that exercise boosts creativity, which feels like a not so subtle dig at me for not going to the gym in like, forever.

So now I’m just going to sit here and wait for my inspiration to come back. In the meantime, I’ll write a whole lot of words that can best be described as perspiration and grit and maybe inspiration will just stumble through the door, find me working and join in.

kb xx

so modern art or future fossils?........

If you're an Instagram-er you will have no doubt stumbled across what has been so inspiringly named 'The Flatlay'. An assortment of food/clothes/shoes/jewellery/miscellaneous objects/expensive sunglasses arranged ever so delicately and precisely upon a, generally white, surface and photographed as if the camera operator were standing upon a chair. In fact I believe this is often the case in the flatlays involving sustenance of the food variety.

The emergence of the flatlay, and its ubiquitous nature on social media has led me to the question proposed in the title of this here jumble of words.

Is The Flatlay modern art or in fact an assortment of future fossils?

I'm no art critic, (I'm sure this is exceedingly clear), and to be honest most modern art confuses me as much as it intrigues me, but I do wonder: Is the flatlay art? After all, art is subjective and personal and inclusive and exclusive at the same time, all things I associate with fashion and now the flatlay too. The flatlay has a sense of the abstract, depending on what's included, and a sense of realism too, as obviously all items are in fact real. Yes my knowledge of what constitutes art outside of what appears on runways is dismal I know, but let's persevere if just for shits and giggles.

So is a random collection of items photographed and uploaded to social media really equivalent to say Monet's Water Lilies or Picasso's Guernica? Perhaps the answer is that we may not consider them art now, but like the comic book work of Roy Lichtenstein we will later on. I wonder, if the flatlay is in fact modern art, will it be as revered as the works of Renoir and Degas. Will copies of flatlays be found on the walls of the Tate and the MONA?

Will art lovers marvel at our fascination with seemingly meaningless objects? So many questions.

Or is the lure of the flatlay in fact more aligned with the archeology department, and should flatlays more accurately be described as future fossils?

Like scientists today have used fossils from a few thousand years ago to learn about a time in history far beyond our knowledge, will they too use these flatlays to discover more about society circa 2013?

Will future generations struggle to comprehend an abundance of green juices and kale chips, often pondering what that red triangular shaped fruit with the seeds on the outside could possibly be. I am of course assuming that Earth at some point in the future will be void of strawberries. Will they catalogue our fascination with leather and Karen Walker shades as obviously meaning an Earth that was both cold and really bright? 

So modern art or future fossils? Or both? Or just another iteration of a narcissistic society that created the selfie? Snuck that last one in right at the end.

Times like this I wish I had a crystal ball, or a DeLorean* or just some magical ability to live forever so I could see for myself.

For now, long live the flatlay. Cause what's life without selfies and flatlays celebrating ourselves and our ability to visually merchandise said selves. 

Thoughts??

xx

*you got the Back to The Future reference right, it's a classic of classics.

a better high than buying.......

Renew, rejuvenate, refresh. It’s often a better high than buying.

This past weekend in moment of madness, bought on by needing/wanting, (in my head anyway), a specific item that my wardrobe didn’t have and having no time to go find one, I chopped off the arms of jacket that had been sitting in my wardrobe for a little while. It was probably on the verge of being asked to leave, despite surviving the wardrobe cull of 2013, but suddenly it has a pass to hang around a little longer.

So of course I threw it on with some rad Zoe Karssen, a little tartan and some faux leather slouchy pants from Sportsgirl, cause that's how I roll. Check out those Balmain-esque eighties power shoulders, scary and sexy all at once.

Feeling inspired by this moment of DIY, I pulled a few pieces out of my wardrobe, (more survivors - did I actually get rid of anything?), that hadn’t seen the light of day in a while and did what I do, I dyed. Not literally, I mean I put the clothes in a big pot full of artificially coloured hot water. From red and coral to navy and black. Of course feeding my emerging obsession with a colour palette firmly stuck on black and white, grey and navy and khaki, with denim, of course.

In an age of fast and faster fashion, of thirty second trends, of it bags, brand blindness and keeping up with whoever the hell you so desire, taking something old and making it new again gives me a strange sense of satisfaction. Like I’m bucking the trend, like I’m making a stand against mass consumerism for the sake of consumerism. It's the same feeling of satisfaction I get from finding a killer piece while op-shopping, guess it's the thrifty gal in me.

Of course then I remembered the lines on my credit card statement reading Net-A-Porter and ASOS from only a few short weeks ago. Maybe I’m only making half a stand. A crouch maybe. Hey it's a start.

xx

currently crushing: beanie style........

Remember that old wives tale about losing most of your body heat through your head? It’s total crap, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t rock a beanie when the wind chill drops ridiculously low. Like it did today in Melbourne. Because beanies rock, it’s that simple.

Wearing a beanie fits in with my theory about the warmth of certain items being all upstairs, remember scarves? We think we’re warmer, therefore we are. Right? It’s not a theory I’ve spend a great deal of time extrapolating but being that it is a theory I can probably continue to have absolutely no facts to back it up.

What I do have is some killer streetstyle to reinforce my assertion that beanies rock. In all sorts of colours and shapes, some even sporting pom poms, now that is rad.

Of course being a currently crushing post I simply couldn’t leave you with a simple mash up of streetstyle shots, I must also show you some fabulous beanies you could have in your hot little hands or on your cold head in no time. So here they are!

Let's kick if off with the Topshop Fairisle Beanie, orange Homies goodness from Reasons, boyfriend stripes from ASOS, killer cat ears from Sportsgirl, slouchy knits from Market HQ, Topshop colour block, brilliant blue from Evan-Evina, emerald green by Glassons and some studded grey from ASOS.

Feel free to go ahead and snap up any of the bargains above and there are some great ones there, but if you're looking for something a little more extravagant, you could try this embellished wool and cashmere blend from Lanvin, just slightly pricier but oh so pretty. Or even this tiara-esque beanie from Markus Lupfer.

Frankly it doesn't matter where you're getting your beanie action from as long as you're getting it. Now that's a tale that ain't crap.

Thoughts??

xx

crop it like it's not.......

In the words of the the one and only Snoop Dogg, ok I may have fiddled with his original words, but regardless it’s time to crop it like it’s not! Yes, the crop top has cropped up again. While some might say it should have stayed buried in the nineties, the current grunge revival means that it's back baby.

Eeek! Yes I know, the thought of baring my own white and not exactly toned tummy is just slightly scary to say the least. To say the most would be terrifying and absolutely not happening. Sure I may be a strong woman who knows my own mind but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with everything I got going on here folks.

Plus there’s that living in the southern hemisphere thing I have going on too. Which means I’m just kicking off what should be a nice and chilly winter. Not exactly prime stomach baring time, if there ever is such a time.

But don’t let the whiteness of my belly and the impending cold pressure systems discourage you from wading into the murky waters of the crop top phenomena. And murky they are, don’t let those non smiling models fool you.

Murky because there are so many fine lines in the world of crop tops. Veer too far one way and you’ll look like you’ve just left the gym and forgot to, you know, put on a top. Too far the other and you might resemble a pre-teen testing out her first non-underwire bra. Fine if you are a pre teen, not so if your teen days are nearly a decade behind you.

So what’s my magical link, the most important element, the key!

It’s to layer, yes layer. Like onions yeah, layers. That’s take your crop top and throw it on over something else, any variation of a tee is perfect. Now you’re on trend, warm, and not scaring folks young and old with the almost translucent skin stretching across your abdomen. That last one might just be me.

Everyones a winner!

If, like me, you're just too excited to get this happening to wait to and do something sensible like buy a crop top, just take to any old singlet you have lying around with a pair of scissors! Snip, snip, done and wear. DIY at it's finest.

Thoughts??

xx

style me sportsgirl.......

The first thing I notice when I walk into the Sportsgirl Style Me Studio at the Bourke St Mall store is the brilliant turquoise walls. Ok that was the second thing, the first was the rack of delicious treats lined up for me by my personal stylist for the morning, Jordana. After I dragged my eyes off the threads I did notice the turquoise though, along with the big comfy looking couch/day bed, the jewel encrusted skull hanging over the fireplace and the extra big changing room.

I haven’t had anyone pick out my clothes for me for nearly twenty years. Over the formative years of my teenage life, my fashion identity revealed itself to be slightly bi-polar, I think it still is a little. Call it trial and error, call it experimentation, either way what I like and what I wear is a mash up of a whole bunch of experiences and influences and inspirations, all of which was, and still is, impacted by my geographic location and bank balance.

My organic approach to style means that I’d never considered roping in a personal stylist. Despite my proclivity to chop and change I figured I had a pretty good handle on me and what works on me. But when I happened across the Sportsgirl Style Me Studio sessions a few weeks ago I figured why the hell not. It’s always good to get a second opinion right??

So back to the rack of delicious threads. After filling out a quick email questionnaire a few days before my appointment, Jordana has compiled a great mix of pieces, most of which would slot right into my wardrobe a little too easily. She must by psychic.

We start with a quick run through of the looks Jordana has pulled together and then it’s straight into that glorious changing room and off with my kit! And back on with some killer gear of course.

Gear like that AH-Mazing beaded Balmain-esque jacket, what a stunner. It may or may not be making it's way to my wardrobe. Who am I kidding, it definitely is.

There's no pushy sales tactics, no pressure to buy buy buy. I feel like I'm hanging out with a mate trying on clothes and chatting away. Of course my 'mate' just happens to be a stylist.

A stylist who is as open to suggestions as she is full of great ideas. When I don't feel something is working for me, Jordana is quick to swap it out for something else and darts out into the store a couple of times to grab the pieces we both decide are missing.

The beauty of these sessions is that your stylist doesn't know you so their choices are free of any historic influence. Plus the privacy means you can be comfortable trying things on that you would normally saunter right on by, hello leggings!, having already deemed them outside your style or look. 

I came away from the session with some great threads, naturally, but also with some new thoughts on my own style and some new ideas that I can totally rock. Thanks to my amazing stylist Jordana of course!

xx

Sportsgirl runs Style Me Studio's at the following stores:

Bourke St, Melbourne City

stylemebourkest@sportsgirl.com.au

Chadstone, Melbourne

stylemechadstone@sportsgirl.com.au

Pitt St, Sydney

stylemepittst@sportsgirl.com.au

how i'd wear: the printed tee......

The beauty of a white or black tee is second to none, but there is something really rad about a printed tee. And not just something with a collection of words, or a single word, printed on it, I'm talking a full colour extravaganza.

Even better if said extravaganza depicts some other wordly scene with leopards and planes and flowers and ferris wheels. How can you not like a tee with a hot air balloon on it?

When I fell upon, figuratively speaking of course, this glorious printed goodness from Emma Cook on my-wardrobe I was instantly drawn to it. It's almost like one of those paintings, you know the type where the longer you look at it the more you see.

Cook, a Central Saint Martin graduate, is producing some pretty amazing and ridiculously fun prints. Check out her gear here, here and here.  

But right now, check out how I'd wear this printed extravaganza of radness.

/ Blazer: Forever New / Shorts: Topshop / Shoes: Converse / Clutch: Supermuse / 

/ Sunnies: ASOS / Beanie: ASOS /

Polished and casually urban at the same time. This black and white blazer an absolute gem from Forever New is the best of both worlds and the perfect backdrop for the colour in the tee. It, combined with the poppin' red clutch from Supermuse take care of the polish. And the torn up denim and Converse high tops have the urban casual vibe covered. Add the mirrored sunnies from ASOS and that geek beanie again, obsessed clearly, and you're ready for streetstyle fame. 

/ Jacket: Balmain / Jeans: Current Elliott / Shoes: Wittner / Bag: ASOS / Sunnies: Topshop /

So the Balmain leather jacket may be aspirational, but swap it out for whatever leather gem is chilling in your wardrobe and you're halfway to creating this killer look. The floral patchwork on these Current Elliott boyfriend jeans is a nice clash with the print on the tee. Yes you can have nice clashes. As you might be aware, I own these brilliant Wittner shoes, so I'm clearly a big fan. I like the look of a low chunky heel with a boyfriend jean, unexpected but it works. Add some bright pops of colour with this fringed ASOS bag and coral Topshop sunnies and you're good to go.

/ Shirt: Topshop / Skirt: DKNY / Shoes: Tony Bianco / Clutch: Acne / 

/ Sunnies: Sheriff & Cherry / Earrings: ASOS / 

Did you really think you'd get a How I'd Wear without a denim shirt? Oh that's funny!
This particular dark wash is from Topshop and works brilliantly with both the printed tee and the white skirt. The Acne clutch is a stunner, but swap it out for any other black clutch or cross body that you have and it'll work just as well. Couldn't go past the Tony Bianco boot, there is something about a skater skirt and an ankle boot that I'm really digging this winter. Add some Sheriff & Cherry sunnies and some very cool gold skull earrings and you've got this look covered.

Now just in case you aren't quite at the spending $300 bucks on a tee stage here are some equally cool options from Topshop here and here. Some stunners from ASOS here and here and from Forever New here.

Thoughts??

xx

scarf it up........

My mum knitted me this scarf. Not to get all sentimental but it holds a special place in my heart. Right next to the Phoenix Suns hat, (I was a huge Charles Barkley fan, despite never playing or really watching basketball, weird I know), she bought and let me wear every single day when I was ten years old.

She's a keeper my Mum.

She whipped this gorgeous thing up for me a few years back, after having done something similiar, albeit slightly shorter, for my sister. Of course me being me I wanted it ridiculously long, (it clocks in at just a smidgeon under 250cm, winning!), and that's exactly what I got.

Of course along with it's crazy length, it also weighs a shitload. Did not consider that so obvious consequence when I made my request. Sometimes I just get blinded by the fashion, you know.

I'm actually what you might call a scarf enthusiast. Though my quite smallish collection probably contradicts that, I do love a good scarf, or even a not so good one, it's all in how you wear it.

Wrap it, drape it, fold it, weave it, round and round until you are just ever so slightly at risk of strangulation. At that point you know you're on the right track.

Happy scarfing!

Unless of course you're in the northern hemisphere, then maybe bookmark this post for a few months time. Or not, feel free to scarf it up in the middle of summer.

xx

pics: streetpeeper

how i'd wear: the embellished dress........

Versatile. Perhaps not a word you'd often associate with your sartorial choices. And maybe not even a word you'd use to describe this Topshop dress.  

But isn't the best thing about any great acquisition it's ability to coexist happily in your wardrobe?

Living the life I do as a twenty something student with two jobs, yes I'm insane, there just isn't a great deal of occasions that traditionally call for a bedazzler of a dress like this. So I though I'd put my stylist hat on and show you How I'd Wear such an embellished number, with a more casual vibe.

Yes flats, green leopard print ones from Florsheim at that. Flats are the key to dressing down such a sultry shift. And of course the perennial favourite, a denim vest, this gem is from from Topshop. A simple black cross body bag from ASOS and some killer tortoise shell Bailey Nelson shades and you're set for what I imagine will be either of the following;
- An afternoon spent trawling outdoor vintage markets, flats are key here;
- Or a brunch hangout with your crew.
Both excellent ways to pass the time. 

Again with the flats, but this time they have a sporty connotation with these 410 black trainers from New Balance. Ditto for the Rag & Bone laser cut leather skater skirt and the Topshop slouchy denim shirt. Obviously you'd rip open those buttons and show the world your sparkly chest. Topped it off with a little leopard and leather in the form of a crazy good Minkpink clutch.
Skirt over dress is a look I'm very much in favour of. It's the old versatility thing again.
Side note how great are the New Balance trainers??
Last but certainly not least, a little simpler, a little more grown up, a little more dressy but still dressed down. Throw on a short sleeved Rick Owens winged jacket, black Senso booties, gold arm cuff by St Xavier and emerald green bag from Niclaire, it is the colour of the year after all.

Now that you've scrolled down to the final How I'd Wear picture, you'd have noticed that any form of heel is noticeably absent. This is not a mistake my friends, but a deliberate choice.
Taking such a dress and adding heels kind of, read does, negate the whole idea of making it more versatile and casual.
However, add a stunning pair of heels to any one of these looks and you've got an instant hit the town look. Such is the versatility of the embellished dress.

You have to be sick of that word by now!

Thoughts??

xx

feeling nostalgic........

I've never done one of these posts before. Filled with pictures, mostly unrelated to each other. Like random thoughts drifting across the page.
I've been feeling a little nostalgic all day, for what I'm not sure, and it just felt like the right thing to post today. 
Yes I'm one of those people who love quotes, mostly because I love words. Words have such power, they have the ability to convey so much, to hide so much, to inspire, to hurt, to compel. Combine that with the feeling a picture can illicit and you have one dangerous combination. But also a beautiful one.

xx

my friend cue.......

Finally posting some pictures of the newest addition to my wardrobe. Meet Cue! (I know you guys have briefly met before, but please consider this your official meeting). I can see my little Cue and I having a long and happy life together.

There we are wandering the streets of Melbourne sipping green tea and exploring the little laneways.

And again in New York, strolling through Central Park.

 And again hanging out in vintage stores in London.

There we are spending a weekend of fine food and fun in Auckland.

Travelling the world together, we'll be so close we can finish each others outfits, I'll know all of Cue's secrets and they'll be witness to all mine. We'll be together for all life's big moments. First purchase of ridiculously expensive shoes, first horrible dry cleaning experience, first piece of Rick Owens, like I said, all the big ones.
Sure we'll have our moments, I'll get over seeing Cue all the time, and Cue won't always want to play nice with the rest of my wardrobe. Times like that Cue will know to wedge themselves between a well worn pair of Lee jeans and a super soft tee and ride out the storm. They'll know that at some point, hours, days, even weeks later, I'll come back to them. We'll be reunited and all will be forgiven. 
We'll age together gracefully, both fraying and greying at the edges, until we have the worn in comfortable look that is so abhorred and desired at the same time.

Life doesn't give you those sorts of relationships very often, so I plan on treasuring this one. Which is code for expect repeat appearances.

xx

p.s. Please excuse my ridiculous photoshop work, it's been incredibly hot today and I'm feeling a little delirious and this is the result. I promise to post the real pictures soon.

currently crushing: mixed media.......

Many moons ago when I was but a wee child, school art classes were infused with old magazines and newspapers, dried pasta, cardboard, pipe cleaners, string and various odds and ends. From this crazy collection we would create masterpieces that only our parents could love. Sticking something on top of the other, mashing them together and creating something glorious. Which is exactly what the master of mixing it up, Central Saint Martins graduate Michael van der Ham does. Obviously with much nicer things then dried pasta and pipe cleaners, things like silk, lace and cashmere.

See below

 The man has some serious collaging skills, mixing up silk and cashmere and lace to brilliant effect.
Erdem and Victoria Beckham have also gotten on the mixing it up bandwagon with some super cool threads.

I'm quite partial to the idea of mixing fabrics and textures to create something a little different.
Fashion is about breaking rules right?
So why can't we wear silk with tweed, cashmere with denim, or jersey with velvet.
I'm not putting a question mark at the end of that sentence because we can!
I say lets pull out our sequins and silks and our leather and tweed, throw it all on and strut straight out the front door, and hey even if the rest of the world hates it at least we'll always have our folks,
they HAVE to love what we do!

xx

insta-diary......

Just a few instagram snaps from the past few weeks.......

Find me on Instagram @thekirbybee

xx