Thursday, 31 July 2008
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Monday, 28 July 2008
Thursday, 24 July 2008
Following on from my virtual reawakening at Paul Hunt last week, I decided to do a little more research into home grown talent. I recalled a sneak peak of the whimsical label Grbac back in 2006 and thought I would let my “perfect coral” manicured fingers do the walking and see if she ever amounted to anything.
I was silenced. With a Central Saint Martins degree, the delicacy of Dinnigan and a small dash of creaming soda, it seems that not only Queensland but Australia may have found something truly special in Brisbane based Juli Grbac. Her website is one of the prettiest I’ve seen since Alannah asked us to "please wait while I paint the perfect lipstick pout". With an overflow of femininity and a pallet of sorbet colours, all of a sudden I was in cocktail dress heaven.
Now, there’s a very good chance I’m a few years behind with this discovery. With a highly coveted spot on the Australian 'Project Runway', it seems Grbac is already a major player in the Oz fashion world. Late discovery or not, I’m extremely over excited about what’s on offer in my new place of dwelling. I apologise to Juli and her pretty frocks (and am kicking my own shins) for not picking up on her successes earlier. I also, therefore, look forward to picking up some “last season” sale items on my return home later this year. For all my lovely global readers – here’s a slice of what Australia’s New Generation has to offer….. soft and simply beautiful.
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
In all its royal glory, The Mother Ship didn’t disappoint. There’s nothing 'General Admission' about this beauty. It’s a shame I don’t have tickets to the Royal Enclosure – this head piece is most certainly fit for a Princess and an Australian one at that.
Friday, 18 July 2008
Thursday, 17 July 2008
I’m a straight shooter. With me there’s no fence sitting, shades of grey or batting for both teams. I always pick a side, I choose black or white and…… will always bat for Queensland (as long as it's 20/20 - I don’t have time for sports that last for a whole damn week – what’s with that?) Hence, my problem with shoes that are a ‘bit of this and a bit of that’.
I own two lovely pairs of shoe/boots, the ‘shuboot’ as coined by many a blogger in the blogisphere. My problem being, every time I put them on I just don’t feel right and somewhat incomplete. Strange I know. 9 times out of 10 I will remove the shuboot and replace with either a shoe or a boot. I seem to struggle with this middle ground.
This is something I’d like to rectify. For 3 reasons:
1). The Shuboot is 'terribly chic' and 'terribly chic’ is something I’d like to be.
2). Due to our very fickle industry, I fear the Shuboot craze may end any day now. The two pairs in question were awfully expensive and it seems such a waste. I need to jump on fast or my outlay will never be justified.
3). In 2020, when the Shuboot is resurrected, I want to be able to say to my daughter, “here sweety, wear my shuboot. It’s vintage (circa 2008).
How does one embrace the ‘in between’ shoe? Maybe I should experiment with the dress over the trouser theory just to get me in the mood
Monday, 14 July 2008
Thursday, 10 July 2008
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
Sat morning saw me casually wander into the outstanding Circa Vintage on the Fulham High Street - a favourite of fashion savvy celebrities and wives of investment bankers. As I, unfortunately, fall into neither category, making a decision to purchase from this outrageously overpriced but unbelievably beautiful boutique, required an overnight marinade and a couple of "should I or shouldn't I" style phone calls. So, with a * special dress in mind, I left. To marinate.
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It was, however, a non trading Sunday when I finally came to this revelation. In the city bonus and celebrity world, trading hours do not apply. Big gun, wealthy, consumers have the shops trade around them and as luck would have it, on this very rare Sunday, trading hours didn’t seem to apply to me, the humble fashion blogger, either. I met with the lovely shop assistant (now saved under 'Gaia from C.V' in my phone) early Sunday evening and the transaction of goods was completed. I’m led to believe that this is what the privileged call 'By Appointment'. My Dad simply declared it "Bloody Good Service".
Above is a sneak peak at what this lovely store has to offer. If you happen to own a flat in the great South West, have a husband who works for Goldman Sachs or you recently won Xfactor - why not drop in (preferably Monday through Sat) and don’t forget to ask for Gaia. She's bloody great!
* I have decided to keep my purchase under wraps for the time being as I plan to unveil it in full supremacy at an up coming special event. Keep an eye out for it - it is truly special and makes me very happy.
Friday, 4 July 2008
Just when I had declared my hate for this style of head piece and vowed to never wear netting and feathers together on my head, the lovely Sacha Olsen appeared in my inbox – a fellow Antipodean whose millinery skills are really something to admire. I literally take my hat off to her (the play on words here continues to amaze me) and I’m dying to get in on the action. I just adore each and every piece and love, love, love the fact that the term fascinator is void from her gorgeous new website.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
[Insert gasp, shock, horror at price of jade coloured dress - yikes!]