Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Too Much...

My meet my shoe collection (please excuse the crapola quality photo)... Quite a stash if I do say so myself, particularly as this is post Canada cull.


Is it wrong if I still want more??

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Lacking Jetlag...

Two things... Numero 1: I'm shaving my had VERY soon (and have sadly only raised $61 of the $5000 that I'm aiming for) and I think I should really take advantage of my last few weeks in long haired luxury by indulging in a bit of rockabilly-esqu, John Travolta circa Grease hair do-age...


Numero 2: I'm going to toot my own horn - because this is my space and I can do what I want - by saying that someone commented on my blog today!!! Clearly not literally on this blog as I seem to have a serious lack of outside opinions but rather to my face!! Just quietly it made me feel pretty damn smiley...

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Tears at Security...

I'm at Toronto International Airport right now and as much as I miss home I seriously don't want to be here! I just left the bf and it was one of the most genuinely painful moments of my life. Soppy I know but seriously, I didn't even cry this much when my parents moved to the other side of the planet!! I'm finding myself momentarily blinded by a salty liquid pouring profusely from my eyeballs so here's a little tribute to the people (one in particular) that I will sincerely miss until I see them again...





Above images via. Mhairi Treharne




The view from the sewing room at Ryerson

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Je ne parle pas fran├žais...

Just before New Year's I met up with my mum in Montreal for a little Canadian sight seeing. Day one was a little disappointing but as always that seemed to serve as the easing in period and from that day onwards we found ourselves wandering and chowing and basking in all the scrumptious beauty (and food) that the French-Canadian city had on offer. Favourite part = 'The Mountain' - all white and beautiful views, we ended up walking the plentiful paths for a little more than 2hrs - until I stumbled into some obscure little doorway which led me to the mustardy goodness that was an Alexander Wang chunky jumper!! It took much bribery with gingerbread man topped cupcakes to pry me away from those designer goodies... 






During a particularly wandery kind of day we stumbled upon an Australian themed bakery come convenience store where I finally managed to get my fix of Vegemite and Natural Confectionary Company snakes YUM!!!!

Monday, 14 February 2011

Balenciaga Just for Good Measure...

I have been tossing up for a while now between Jewellery Design and Shoe Design as post grad options and whenever I feel like I'm on the cusp of a future altering decision (most recently Shoe Design was in first place) something like this pops up on my screen and my previous pro's and con's list gets shot to shit... My immediate reaction = 'Hello friend... get on my wrist immediately if not sooner!'

Balenciaga Fall 2006 image via. Vanilla Scented

A Little Wang for your Valentines Day...

Alexander Wang is one of those designers that I have an endless appreciation and respect for without having to like everything that he does - unless we're talking about his shoes and I can say with complete confidence that I ALWAYS love them!! He is creative, innovative, without presumption or conforming and always just a little bit surprising. Please indulge me by basking in a few of my Fall 2011 favs... 



images via. Because I'm Addicted
There's nothing like a bit of slash-and-open with a hint of peek-a-boo and an chunky jumper or two to make me salivate! Thank you Mr Wang...

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

YUMMMMM...

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Balenciaga boots please get on my feet immediately!! 

image via. lefashion

Thursday, 3 February 2011

The Long and Short of it - Hair Post #2...

As always I begin this post with 'during my daily trawl through my ever expanding list of blogs...' - one day I will get a real hobby/job and be able to start my rants with something a little more inspiring or entertaining so for now, forgive me oh lone mystery reader. Anywho, I was conducting my 24 hourly blog run through and found an interesting link suggested by The Glamourai (http://www.theglamourai.com/) that led me to a rather appropriate piece of writing by "a devoted short hair convert" known as Joan Juilet. Seeing as day by day I am coming ever closer to losing my locks I found Joan's words sort of comforting and inspiring... Bring on the scissors!!!!!



The Poetical Quotidian
... the eighties ...



ON SHORT HAIR (c1988)
from American(?) Vogue
by Joan Juliet Buck

Joan Juliet Buck, a devoted short-hair convert, explains why it makes a difference.

Hair is time.

Women with short hair always look as if they have somewhere else to go. Women with long hair tend to look as if they belong where they are, especially in California. Short hair takes a short time. Long hair takes a long time. Long hair moves faster than short hair. Long hair tells men that you are all woman, or a real woman, or at the very least a girl. Short hair always makes them wonder. Short hair makes children ask each other --usually at the school-yard gate, when parents are late-- "Are you a boy or girl?" Men married to women with short hair should not have affairs with women who have long hair kept up with many little pins and combs. Once you have cut your hair you have to remember to wear lipstick, but you can put away the brush, elastics, and the black barrettes in the form of shiny leaves with rhinestone hearts. When you cut your hair you lose a nose and gain a neck. A neck is generally better than a nose. It does not need to be powdered, except on extreme occasions. It does, however, need to be washed more often.

With short hair you suddenly dislike the month of March, when the wind blows down the back of your neck. With short hair you begin to crave pearl necklaces, long earrings, and a variety of sunglasses. And you brush your teeth more often. Short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style. When it starts growing out a little and losing its style, you have to wear sunglasses until you can get it to the hairdresser. That's why you need a variety. Short hair makes you aware of subtraction as style. You can no longer wear puffed sleeves or ruffles; the neat is suddenly preferable to the fussy. You eye the tweezers instead of the blusher. What else can you take away? You can't hide behind short hair. Your nape is exposed. Men put their hands around your neck instead of stroking your long locks. You can only pray they have friendly intentions. The backs of your ears show, your jaw line is clear to anyone watching, and you realize --perhaps for the first time-- how wide the expanse of skin is between cheekbone and ear.

You may look a little androgynous, a little unfinished, a little bare. You will look elegant, as short hair requires you to keep your weight slightly below acceptable levels. However, the first time you wear a bathing suit with short hair, you will feel exceptionally naked. People who used to look straight at you will love you in profile. Short hair makes others think you have good bones, determination, and an agenda. The shape of your skull is commented on, so are its contents. They can pick you out in a crowd, and you can be recognized from behind, which can be good or bad. But your face is no longer a flat screen surrounded by a curtain: the world sees you in three dimensions.

Chase to the cut.

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Man Repeller...

My new best friend goes by the name of The Man Repeller (http://www.manrepeller.com/)... She's witty, well-dressed and most simply hilarious and I have to give her snaps for being able to both hold my attention and genuinely entertain me with her words! Her real name is Leandra Medine and she's 22 years old, my favourite new found blog and unfortunately not really my bff... not yet anyway... 


The Man Repeller (left) featured in Lucky Magazine


Recently, Lucky magazine hailed her as "one of the most hilarious voices in fashion, chronicling trends that women love and men hate..." and I tend to agree. Leandra has a quirky penchant for drawing anatomy related parallels between fashion and the female genitalia in the most kitsch and pointedly hilarious manner. Her most recent post however is one that I particularly adore for I too am a lover of the 'man repelling' top knot. She writes -

"Man Repeller, you look like an alien" or "Man Repeller, you look like an emaciated sumo wrestler." I suppose I should note my general response as well, "You're just upset the knot at the top of my head is bigger than both of your peewee-sized testicles combined. But thank you for the compliment on my physique."

A topknot that the Man Repeller herself rocked and aptly referred to as a 'flop knot'



Obviously there's just a hint of childish humor but I tend to like that more than any attempt at intellectually stunted, supposedly 'adult' quick-wittedness. And to really slather on the strawberry icing on this tasty chocolate mudcake of a blog she's actually insanely well dressed and amongst all the vagina references and elementary school-esque name calling The Man Repeller makes some very valid points about fashion. It is in fact true that for all the fashionably apt females searching for a male to lock lips, with how do they really expect to attract one while they are ultimately dressing to attract the attention of other fashionably apt females?? - or males that have interest in locking lips only with other males... We - and by we I mean those of us who spend more time looking, touching and pining over clothes/shoes/accessories than we do breathing - are all without a doubt man repellers!!