a muse and a half

this is "Come As You Are" from the 50th Anniversary Issue of Vogue Australia.
in my opinion it showcases the ultimate tier of talent within just one photo shoot. unmatched by any others i've ever seen...well at least the ones in Vogue.
modeled by Abbey Lee Kershaw and Catherine McNeil, styled by Naomi Smith, photographed by Greg Kadel.
if these clothes were all i had in my wardrobe until the day i died, i'd want to live forever.
the jewel tones within the make-up reflected in the shimmer of shore rocks and grassy knolls and the bold overtones of mother nature empowering the beauty within every one of us make such an impression.
named after that Nirvana song.
evocative, original, life-enhanced, beautiful.
if you remember nothing about me, remember how much i love this.



some detailed insights from the latest Lula. merry christmas.

oh may god

georgia may jagger in my opinion is a little bombshell. she's got that really overly-famous family heir about her and she's got a gap in between her front teeth, but her dad is mick jagger and her mum is jerry hall. and it adds character. we could say she gets her character indirectly through her parental situation also, but that kind of call, as cliched and inevitable it is, isn't exactly justified....but how can we be so sure? i'm not.
signed with Elite Model Management, she has modeled for Rimmel London and Hudson Jeans (where she posed nude). she's stunning to look at. then again she can look like this.

i don't know why i just said that. i rarely criticize celebs for being normal carb-consuming people. anyway, in a recent interview with interview magazine, she said stuff like my dad would ask, “Are you wearing makeup? and I would say back, You’re wearing more makeup there than I am!” and "When I went on tour with my father, I knew he was a musician." great sweetie. she's forged her way in the fashion industry in the way models only can. let's get this straight, SHE'S COOL BECAUSE SHE'S MICK JAGGER'S DAUGHTER.

at 17 years of age, she's had the lifestyle of a child prodigy. but has she wasted it? and what constitutes a wasted childhood these days? i don't expect a PhD under her belt but something would be good. she wants to do more than modelling, like photography and designing clothes. apparently she's "inherited a hard work ethic from Dad" i don't know what to say to that. did he ever work? sure he worked but it was no office job. he worked the stage, and damn well. so what did she do when she completed her final high school exams? "First of all I burnt my maths papers, but that was a spiritual thing – I hate maths. Then I painted my nails because we are not allowed nail varnish at my school."

i can't talk about her anymore.


come inside

my best friend Mitch makes me laugh. so when he asked me if he could interview me for his blog i laughed so hard, and it made me think about how i don't laugh enough.
that last bit's a lie.
lies and slander.
i did it after i had to rattle my brain like a piggy bank with one dollar left inside. for me, that dollar symbolises everything i know about myself, the stuff i regularly think about, but never actually express. in a formal manner anyway. i'm always carrying on like a colloquial banshee to select friends about what i want and what i'm gonna do to get it.

trembling ordeals ensue when i have to write this down, because let's face it i'm pretty un-self when it comes to staring at myself in the metaphorical mirror. that's why i love it when i get feedback from others. yes! great! continue! it's like christmas, without the obvious lipstick marks on the half eaten cookies. exactly like that. i like to look at others, whether they look to me while i'm doing this is their prerogative.
i feel too strong to look at myself, frankly.
and as Mitch and many others know, i can be shy at first, but its because i respect myself enough not to give it all up-front from the words ready and set.
better to let them come in by their own will.
here's that interview.

we're just a protoge of you

the knife

listening to this cult band is like listening to life with electrolytes inside you.
karin and olof are altruistic to their creativity and border on world music, and it works so well because they're not afraid to make it into cheeky electronica aswell.
cinematic, spicy & apathetically evocative. click on this.

realise your dreams

i want to be a writer.
sometimes what you love is right there beside you.


outfitter won't you inspire me?

if there ever were a blog who's style influences me the most, it's forever got to be The Sartorialist. this is the case with most aspiring fashionistas, but in a un-cliched manner, my love for this website on day-to-day of the young, rich and prolific in the fashion world, and Scott Schuman in general, has reached the point where i find myself studying each outfit: the way it's worn, with what and how, the fabrics, and their combination to make it come together. when i buy clothes now i look more closely at the cuts and details and i've learnt that carefully planning your details make for an outfit that looks like you've just thrown it on, which exudes appeal because it looks good without actually being thrown together. true street style isn't just about the attitude.

schuman chooses people off the streets of Milan, New York and Paris (the most stylish cities on this mortal planet) and says his strategy when he began was to
"try and shoot style in a way that I knew most designers hunted for inspiration. Rarely do they look at the whole outfit as a yes or no but they try and look for the abstract concepts of color, proportion, pattern mixing or mixed genres." precisely why i adore his work, and adore it again.
for so long i've been dressing and forming opinions about styles based on whether they are visually harmonic to the eye, and i'm not disputing that this is unimportant, and it seems obvious that this is what our industry is about, but when it comes down to it, we've got incredibly talented designers of our time such as Coco Chanel, Ann Demeulemeester, Nino Cerruti and also the not so famous genius of the likes of Rifat Ozbek, who put so much of their lives and their vision into creating these stunningly beautiful pieces that we throw on, but do we often really notice their perfection reflected in the weave of the hemline, the accomodating cut of the jacket to allow for movement in any direction with ease, or do we take these for granted when we buy 'designer clothes'?

i think photographers like schuman who reflect the passion of the designers reflected in the people are getting us one step closer to understanding and appreciating the seeds of this industry, the grit. after all if it weren't for designers, the fashion industry would not exist! and you know what, it's great fun mixing prints. cast all trends aside. the main rule is no rules allowed.
enjoy these beautiful images, but this time try and look past the smoke and mirrors to their true individuality.
you'll think about fashion in a new light, trust me. xx