Friday, January 17, 2014

torches


 (Glassons dress, Marcs bag, Sportsgirl hat, Windsor Smith sandals)

This summer for me has been all about simplicity - the end of high school signals a change in pace and I have had time to do such cheesy things as: decluttering my life, relationships and, indeed, my wardrobe. Bags have been downsized (from huge totes to a tiny leather pouch) and things have been cleaned out, waiting to be given away or sold (market stall coming soon...). All this has cleared the way for exciting changes to come, with university and new jobs! (and savings from said jobs translating into new clothes).  One of my new years resolutions is to be more adventurous in the apparel department in terms of prints and colours. As you can tell, this particular 30 degree day was not taken as an opportunity to step out of my comfort zone, but rather as a time to don a fail-safe all black everything outfit and retreat into the safety of shopping centre  air-con. Maybe next year. 

Thursday, January 9, 2014

love club

(Lack of Color hat, Zara cami and shorts, Sarah and Sebastian necklace)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that any girl who is suffering severe trauma from a sun-protectionless five hours spent at Bondi must be in want of a hat. So I got this perfect black one from Lack of Color, whose label name coincidentally describes the permanent status of my wardrobe. Almost as addictive as monochrome get ups are flimsy silver chains, and my current favourite bodily decoration is this tiny disc, which hasn't left my neck since we first met a few weeks ago and with which I do not intend to part in the foreseeable future. 

Friday, January 3, 2014

I thought I would feel different but

 (Friend of Mine dress, Tony Bianco heels)

18: the most incredibly perfect day which ended with a manic five minute roadside photo shoot before dinner at in Surry Hills and drinks at a cosy little bar. The dress was practically a steal, with silk draped just the way I like it - high-necked for some bare shoulder action and a hemline which should practically be illegal on windy days. Heres to being old enough to drink, vote and gamble, but still not wise enough to choose weather appropriate outfits.