Wednesday, December 31, 2008

It's just jenga.

I'm not sure how appropriate this t-shirt was for playing a game of jenga (it's a little distracting to say the least).
... is it Jeremy Scott? I don't know. Here's another:
EDIT: sarahjane, whose blog Fashion Polaroid is full of luscious sartorial yum yums, tells me that the sex-tee is actually Ksubi. Oy vey, I should have known.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Get Yer Ya Yas Out

Another day, another intensely irritating rant from Fred Niles, and this time he hates breasts (kind of.) This comes at the worst possible time for me, as just today I was noticing the number of topless men walking along Glebe Point Rd, none of whom drew a second glance. Personally I would probably never feel comfortable going topless on the beach let alone on a sidewalk - but that in itself pisses me off.
The whole thing makes me think of Zia McCabe of the Dandy Warhols, who used to perform topless on stage:She later said in an interview:
'...all the guys in the mosh pit with their shirts off looked like they were having so much fun. It seemed natural once I made the transition to the stage that when I got all hot and sweaty and I was in the moment that I should take my clothes off. But it got turned around on me and people were asking if I was a feminist or exhibitionist. I didn’t have a motive! Then it just wasn’t fun anymore because it took so much more for me to get caught up in the moment.'

Maybe I'll take a leaf out of Siouxsie Sioux's book, and make baby steps towards full blown public indecency:

Or maybe I'll just buy this Urban Outfitter's T-shirt, which bears no relation to any social issue whatsoever.

sometimes i think i was born backwards

This is Kaya Scodelario who played Effy on Skins, and while this photo shoot is beautiful, I SO do not approve of the cigarette (she would have been 16 at the time). In fact, she may have just beaten out Taylor Momsen for the age-inappropriate styling award.

Break My Body

A story did the rounds a while back, about Stella McCartney designing a necklace with a leg pendant in order to piss off her then stepmother, the one-legged Heather Mills. However, I'm not convinced that the whole thing wasn't a bunch of hooey, given that I've never been able to find an actual photo of the said necklace.
Anyway, I'm using this bit of 'news' as an excuse to showcase several necklaces that have body-bits on them.

First up a leg necklace that actually does exist:

Next, this mustache I've been jonesing for ages (in my book mustaches count as a 'body bit'.)

And the pièce de résistance:
From Vivienne Westwood, of course.

Sasha Pivovarova looks like other people.


But don't mention it around her, or she'll stab you with one of her cheek bones. 

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Shocking.

It was a pleasant surprise to discover that Dean's in Kings Cross is not only a place for hip drunks to putt putt, but also acts as venue for the display of modern art.
Meet Pandora and her creator/ pimp, Humpadick Pimpernipple III:

If you treat Pandora with the respect she deserves, tequila ejects from her mouth, and water from her lady-zone (I might have got the orifices mixed up, my bad.)

And should you fail to display adequate reverence for the wire woman (and note, this includes trying to engage with her in doggy-style intercourse), well...
You gonna get zapped, son.
I shit you not, she's fitted out to send a mild electric current into the fool who don't treat her right.

Party til you Puke


This guy and his friends shouted something about who the girl on his t-shirt was, but to me the face is a dead ringer for Andrew WK on the cover of his album I Get Wet (just minus the nose bleed, though that's nothing a Vodka Grenadine couldn't fix):

Lovecats


Could these Kings Cross felines be any more adorable? Meow.

Monday, December 8, 2008

2008 AFI Awards: Maeve Dermody


Maeve, to be honest I would have no knowledge of your existence were it not for the fact that my parents apparently knew yo mama, back in the day. Whenever there is mention of you in the papers they gather round and shriek 'It's Maeve! Maeve Dermody!'. Luckily you dress beautifully and I now I feel I can take part in the ritual. Maeve!

2008 AFI Awards: Kat Stewart


Perhaps this dress gets a little fussy with the different fabrics but the futuristic structure is awesome and definitely cool enough for the woman who made bogan gangsters loveable.

2008 AFI Awards: Emma Lung



Upon seeing these pictures of Emma Lung I was reminded of the girl in Singing in the Rain who, in a swoon of admiration for Lena Lamont, noted 'She's so refined. I think I'll kill myself'. Right now I totally know how that girl felt, and if Harper's Bazaar know what's good for them, they'll be a giving Emma a cover soon.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

I'm a lady.


Today I saved this lady beetle from certain death on a Sydney bus.
On that note, here is Santogold with some pockets so cool, they deserve their own holiday.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Spot the Tramp.

Why yes, that is Charlie Chaplin's face on a bead made from the pages of a torn up book, you observant little monkeys.
The top, by the way, is Valentino and one of the best Vinnies finds I've had in a while. Booyah. Check out the weirdly beautiful metal work on the sleeve seam.


Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Women's Business

I love a good acronym as much anyone, so I've always found suffragette jewelery pretty appealing. Basically each piece contains the colours green, violet and white (usually Emerald, Amethyst and Pearl or Diamond), with the first letter of each standing for 'Give Women Votes'.
I learned that from Antiques Roadshow, where I learn everything worthwhile.

Necklace: Van Den Bosch

Sunday, November 23, 2008

I'm not obsessed, I just really, really like Sofia.

This photo is a scan from the Assouline Marc Jacobs book, which is chock-full of lovely Sofia pictures.
Recently she put her director-pants on again for the the new ad for Dior's Miss Cherie perfume. It's a bit Foux de Fa Fa, but I guess that's kinda the point. And she obviously has a special thing going on with them Frenchies:

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

P-A-T-T-Ieeeeeeiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiiii


While marveling at the incredible awesomeness of Patti Smith on the cover of Horses (a regular past time for me) I noticed the warning on the record's paper sleeve:

I'm holding out hope that since music survived the skull and cross-bones cassette, it may get through the mp3 'crisis'.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Black and White and blah all over


Don't try to be cool, kids. Black and white is booooring.
And just look at the stuff Givenchy used to give us:


It's not as if the current collections are bad either. And the same goes, but times a million, for Balenciaga. Seriously, right now, try and think of a single Balenciaga ad campaign. It's a damn shame that one of the world's best designers (Nicholas Ghesquiere) has had his creations reduced to this bland nonsense:

Better Than You.


I'm not totally sure why this campaign (S/S 07) has stayed in my mind, given I don't especially like the clothes. Perhaps it's something to do with the absolutely filthy stares the ladies are giving us. It's like one of them just said 'Wait! I sense an unattractive person is in our midst' and they all spun around to catch us in the act (of being unattractive).
The campaign suits my belief that it is a supermodel's job to make everyone else feel bad, and that slightly low-angle shots are sexy business when it comes to fashion photography, and portraits of women in general. Take this painting by George Lambert:

Hot stuff.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

on point


There may come a day when I can resist posting a picture of Marc Jacobs wearing a tutu, BUT THIS IS NOT THAT DAY!! Though, for realz, I'll try to cut back on the MJ posts (I just really, really like him is all).
Oh, and it's ok to be mesmerised by Naomi Campbell's butt. I mean, her butt, is just so big. I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there...

P.S. This pic was scanned from the current fashion issue of American Photo Magazine.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Mad Hatters

Kate Waterhouse, you clearly possess at least three of the important Bs (Breeding, Beauty, Brains and a Big Fat Contract with DJs), and you really should have the hat thing down by now. For future reference, THIS is how you wear a top hat:

Who's your dada?


Skeletons are the new Crispin Glover.

I don't know what I'm talking about. I just like this necklace.

Crappy Cards.


I found these two playing cards on the way home from uni, and totally thought the universe was sending me some very profound message. So I looked up the old playing-card fortune telling guide, only to be given the least helpful advice of my life - apparently I am a blond, mature woman who is having relationship trouble, but I shouldn't worry because unexpected (wait...) help is on it's way.
Thank goodness for that.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Tap your inner '80s cokehead.




On second thoughts, don't.
But do watch Scarface, if only to see Michelle Pfeiffer with a cool bob, rocking out some very special dance moves.

What with the second coming of Halston, I really thought there was going to be a resurgence of 1970s glamour (Scarface is on the cusp of the two decades) but then, as it turned out the new Halston wasn't really any good. Oh well, we'll always have Kate Hudson:

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Moo moo

Spike Lee directed and starred in Do the Right Thing (1989) and here he is as Mookie, a man for whose style I have endless admiration. I thinks it's the combination of the Nike Cross Trainers and sweet nerdy glasses. Now where do I get me some of those under-short tights?

Oh, Pierre. You Shouldn't Have Come.


Sadly these babies are going straight to the 'if I were a rich girl' pile. I haven't been able to find a front on shot, but those metal bits go a little something like this: