Tuesday, July 7, 2015

grown up woman

Backstage at Dior couture by Virginie Khateeb

Still crushing hard - like a blushing schoolgirl, like a tween 1D fan - on Raf Simons at Dior. I mean, seriously, in the immortal words that paragon of musical virtue (ABBA, who else?): A grown up woman should never fall so easily. I can't remember the last time I obsessed like this over a designer... It must be Phoebe Philo at Celine - the first collection - and before that, when I was a teenager, Marc Jacobs everything (Oh, how I loved MBMJ). There's something about Dior now that is so right for now, it's the way young women really want to dress, and - much like Philo before him - Simons is reinvigorating and rejuvenating a dusty old house beset by the ghost of creative directors past. There's something light and fresh, a sleight of hand, a femininity that is very, very cool. And it's so marketable. I was just in Hong Kong and the Dior stores there are on another level, space age and futuristic, all chrome fittings and marble: the way you think a space ship would look like if it was designed by a fashionista. I mean, this is couture! But it's so wearable! It's couture that would not look out of place at the brunch table, at the club, at the - yes, I'm being sincere here - at the supermarket. That is an achievement. In a week where the outlandish and the outrageous are par for the course, and the gowns that we see on the runway rarely make it past the red carpets, this is refreshing. Alright, okay, I admit it. I can't wait to see J.Law in that little cut-out midi. Hunger Games Mockingjay Part 2 premiere, anyone? Go out with a bang.


that 70s show

 Glamour US

It's a mood: flowy and flirty, with lace up things, and flared things, and big bell sleeve things, and tight little knit things, and delicate little gold things, and things that make you feel good. Sure, it helps to be long and lean when you're wearing this kind of stuff, but hey, I don't abide by rules like that. I do what I want.


Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Elle UK

File this under hair, outfit, jewellery, beauty, everything goals. Growing my hair long - but not too long - keeping it choppy and messy, looking for something kinda Keira-y to go with unfussy clothes and a little bit of bling.


just a girl

  Elle UK

Planning a weekend lounging around on sofas and beds and plenty of soft furnishings in various states of undress, hair all piled up, knee high cashmere socks and all. After all, this is what a winter weekend is for, isn't it? I've always loved this spread, always, and the news that Kristen will be on another ELLE UK cover next month got me all excited to revisit it. More Kristen, says I. She's ballsy and bold and uncompromising and I like it.


cool change

Sandy Liang FW15 // Vogue US July 2015 // Wall Street Journal // Alasdair Mclellan //

There's something in the air. A crispness; survival instincts kicking in, shrug on an extra-large cardigan, get yourself a fuzzy scarf, have eggs and soldiers in bed. Things are getting cold here in sydney, and it's finally time to slip into something a little bit more comfortable. You know when you open your wardrobe and you hate everything in it? Well, that's kind of how it is for me at the moment. I'm wearing the same ribbed skirt and loose silk tee over and over again, the same comfy midi dress. I got a few ideas of what I would like to wear over it - a fuzzy, astrahkan jacket, a snuggly shearling vest, a tasseled, fringed shawl, a downy, streaky soft fur coat. There's something about winter that demands that you feel it.


Saturday, June 20, 2015

me, me, me

Happiness is a new pair of shoes, a book you read in one sitting, central heating. The title says it all, really.


Monday, June 15, 2015

girl of the moment

Instyle UK June 2015

A few months ago I found myself chatting on the phone to Joanna Vanderham, this bright young thing, while she sat in the park opposite her new flat, and I sat in the meeting room at work with my feet curled up underneath me getting comfortable. We had trouble getting a good connection, you see, and what had been promised as a 15 minute call had ballooned into a 45 minute one. But she kept chatting happily and I kept listening intently and I learned something: the best starlets are the ones who aren't yet spoiled by fame, even when they teeter right on the precipice of it, like this one does. Anyway, you can read the full interview here


Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Boy Friend


Recently I've begun to wonder if I'm a grown up, or at the very least, growing up. I want to stop dancing at 11.30 and run home like Cinderella and dive into bed, I don't bounce back from a bottle or two of wine like I used to (I spent all of last Saturday in bed, feeling very sorry for myself and watching North and South on Netflix), I find it harder and harder to leave my house on the weekends, I complain that my feet are cold, I am concerned about girls in the club who are wearing short skirts (or no skirts at all). Also, I want to start wearing a watch and I'd like it to be this one: Chanel's new Boy.Friend watch, a perfectly grown up, all woman and certainly sort of all business, kind of timepiece. I will wear it while I write my book in Paris and only take it off when I'm washing veggies or making passionfruit sponge and having Epsom salt baths and right before I get into my bed (with fresh stripey linen sheets). 


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

clothe the world and meet the sky

"Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
       Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
       The Lady of Shalott."
Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Lady Of Shalott
I love this. I love this. I love this. It's lovely and fresh and pretty: a glass of ice cold Pimms lemonade, the start of a tan, a girl in summer. It reminds me a little bit of this other cover that I loved, this gorgeous Harper's BAZAAR Australia Miranda Kerr situation (hate the girl, love the look). All autumn-y, moody broody browns and burgundies, poker straight hair and rugging up (sort of) for the colder months. This Alexa cover feels naturally different, but it has that same sense of time and place, this wonderful sort of calm, this serene, painterly prettiness. Every June, or so it seems, BAZAAR UK do these 'Best of Britain' issues and they reel me in. Maybe it's the latent anglophile in me rearing its ugly head, but yeah, hydrangeas and tea dresses and green fields and 'what what' (all this, basically) is pretty much my idea of paradise.


Tuesday, May 12, 2015


getty images

 Like many a girl, I think I'm falling for Dior. It's happened slowly - a floral couture show here, a pair of tribal earrings there - but it's happened surely. There's something playful and supremely, serenely confident about the Dior girl now, she's large and in charge, she's all business all woman. I like the way that, over the years, Raf Simons has shaken out the cobwebs at the old house, once a bit staid and pedestrian, now a youthful, revelatory breath of fresh air in the world of fashion. I'm not talking groundbreaking trends or design (but yes, that's there too), but more the sense of energy, of lightheartedness, or sheer fun that radiates from a Dior show spectacle. Profitability in fashion is, after all, about tapping into a mood, marketing a feeling, or rather, the way a feeling smells ("J'adore Dior"), the way a feeling looks on your lips ("Dior Addict"). But this kind of energy doesn't need much in the way of marketing. Bright young things, well, they market themselves.