It’s finally, finally starting to feel like autumn. The weather turned cool at the beginning of the week, only, what, a month into the season? But when these snaps were shot last month, it was straight up hotter than hot. Note the crackly, dry grass. The fine, dusty dirt. The slick marriage of sweat and sunscreen on the skin. On a bright, stifling Saturday morning, The Man and I ventured out to Eatons Hill to watch the Dogs v Lions in the brand
This is one of my all-time favourite T-shirts. Ever. Though I guess I didn’t really need to say ever because ‘all-time’ probably encompasses that. But whatever. It’s great. And I’m — well I wanted to say I was surprised it hasn’t already featured on here because I got it, what, three years ago now? But then I remembered I don’t post here every day any more so, you know, I guess it’s not that shocking. You probably don’t need to stop the presses or anything.
There’s a colour I’m really into right now. A shade. A hue. It’s ochre. Rust. Red dirt. I noticed it creep into my wardrobe as I hung singlet, shirt, high-neck zip up on the clothes line. And it’s little wonder I’m inspired by it. It’s all around me in this, my country. It’s the sand, the late afternoon sky, the trunk of the scrappy, scrubby gums sketched against the wide open horizon. Top: Myer Belt: Myer Skirt: Sportsgirl (home dye job
Before we kick this off, someone needs to tell Drew Barrymore there’s a heart-shaped patch on the ground in these pictures. She put out a book about seeing hearts everywhere, right? I just thought she’d probably like to know. Anyway, now we’ve got that sorted, I’m pretty in love with this outfit. There’s a special level of satisfaction when something just comes together better than you’d hoped. You know? Ugh, the tiny details might be what make me all heart-eyes emoji the most.
I’m really feeling the patterned pants vibe lately. Have I talked about that on here? Probably not. I haven’t talked about anything on here in a while. These particular pants are from what I call the ‘old lady section’ in David Jones. It’s not really old lady. But it’s definitely not the hip young juniors section either. Patterned pants and terrible/excellent sweaters. You want that stuff, you hit the old lady section. I want that stuff. Which is why I bought another pair of
The world is okay with double denim again these days, right? And blue and black? And black at weddings, for that matter? I’ve never been one to follow the rules anyway, so it doesn’t really make a lick of difference to me. But if double denim is wrong I don’t care because it feels so right. I’m probably getting around in it about 75 per cent of the time these days (more on the other 25 per cent below). The very wonderful Dr Lynika had a suggestion
I think I’ve mentioned this on here before but, for sure, one of my favourite ways to come up with outfit combinations is doing the laundry. Weird, right? But all that stuff jumbled in a pile on the bed to be put away (I’ll get to it, I’ll get to it) means stuff you’d never think of pairing gets mooshed up next to each other. Even on the clothes line. Pulling things out of the basket to peg on the line, in no particular order other than
Oh hey, did you guys know I have a fringe now? Cuz I do. Have a fringe. Now. I’m not sure I’ve posted about it here. It’s well documented over on Instagram. Maybe not “well” documented. How documented is “well” documented? It’s adequately documented? I dunno. My point is, you’d know about it, if you followed me on Instagram. Which reminds me. I like to dig into this here treasure chest of a personal style blog to pull out some pearlers for #flashbackfriday (the
There was another outfit before this one. To be clear, there were plenty of outfits before this one. And after too. What I mean is, there were blog photos of another outfit before this one. But I swapped phones and, I dunno, like some sleek fashionista darling I refuse to look back? I guess? Maybe they’ll surface. But in the meantime, here’s this outfit. I wore it to watch fights at the pub and nearly lost my voice screaming while standing on
This is something I posted on Instagram this morning but it is too big a moment not to include here on my blog. Well. What a week! Published in Rolling Stone and awarded my blue belt in BJJ. I have to say, the common thread between the two (aside from the obvious word “rolling”) is definitely perseverance. From the day I emailed the editor to the day my work was published in Rolling Stone was a little over a year. I could have easily given up very