Sunday, September 28, 2014

lost in translation


Looking forward to doing a bit of this when I'm back here in Tokyo next week (!). If you have any tips please email me! My plans so far include: going to the rose bakery and eating carrot cake, lining up for gyoza in Harajuku and sitting in parks and reading books. Dreamy.


ps. yes, I am watching this movie in preparation for my holiday.

just right

Anyone else feel like Tommy Ton is on his GAME this fashion week? His pictures are the best they've ever been. The past couple of seasons street style has left me pretty cold but this season there's something playful, something a little bit magical about Tommy's pictures. They're fun. I'm not sure I can quite explain it, but this picture is exactly what I want to wear at the moment. Just right.


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

books, books, books

I'm about to pop away for a few quick days to Japan, which means - among other things - time to read books again. I've been trying to keep a list of all the stuff I read, but it's become a bit of a fruitless exercise lately (and I've been reading a lot for work). It's nice to keep everything in order. Anyway: 

Books I've read lately. David Nicholls - Us (Got a galley copy from work, read it over one weekend while curled up - mostly - in bed. I liked it, but only really the flashback stuff. What does that say about me? Starter for 10 is his best, anyway.) 
Margaret Drabble - Pure Gold Baby (Read it with a piece of cinnamon cake. Light and blissful.) 
Ian McEwan - The Children Act (Oh, this was kind of disappointing. Not enough dialogue.)
Ben Aaronovitch - Broken Homes (This is my guilty pleasure. It's a cop book. With magic! Lol). 
P.G Wodehouse - Jeeves and Wooster Omnibus (A re-read. But I needed more guilty pleasure, and a little bit of silliness.) 

Books I'm looking forward to reading. Curtis Sittenfeld - Prep (Coming of age. High school. Girls. Give it to me.) 
Lena Dunham - Not That Kind Of Girl (Oh I kind of hate myself for saying this but it's true. I wanna read it. If only so that I can do that awful girl thing and rip it to shreds with my friends.) 
Sheila Heti, Heidi Julavits, Leanne Shapton - Women in Clothes (I'm SO excited for this. It's on its way to me as we speak. Gonna read and re-read this until it gets here.)

Taking suggestions for things to read! And places to go in Tokyo (especially cafes and coffee shops and nice little places)! Comment or send me an email!


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

girls we know

The girls we know tab on J Crew is everything. This one, on TEN Undies founder Daphne Javitch pretty much makes me want to move to New York, wear double denim and eat at Dimes everyday.


Sunday, September 14, 2014


Marina London makes me want to wear blue. Spring has finally sprung!


Saturday, September 13, 2014

cinematic style - Rooney Mara in Her

It was hot the day I saw Her. I associate those days, those late days of last summer, with heat and sun on my forehead and sandals that were about to fall apart and quinoa and kale salads and seeing movies by myself in the middle of the day. I was working freelance - 23 with nowhere to be - and I used to take myself off to the cinema when I finished all my work (and quite often when I didn't) and see whatever was on. February is a good time to see movies in Australia. All the Oscar-hopefuls that the rest of the world gets to taste at Venice, Toronto, Sundance start trickling into cinemas. There was a week, one glorious week, maybe even the week I saw Her, when I also saw 12 Years a Slave, Blue Jasmine and American Ganster (which I hated). It was hot outside, but inside a cinema, especially in the middle of the day, it's refridgerator-cool, and everything smells like popcorn. 

I've already waxed lyrical on Her, but I've literally been waiting this whole year to get screencaps so I can do this film justice. The takeaway for me, more than the clothes themselves, or the retro-future style, was the colour and the way things looked. It was so honeyed, so hazy, so comfortable and warm, so full of light and sun, so washed-out and blown-out, so many lens flares. It was the perfect example of the look of light on things, how something cinematic can look real, and still like art at the same time. It was strange, maybe it was the heat, but the movie felt so right for the moment that I saw it. The story was good, we know that. It was intimate in a way that was surprising and sad, like all intimacy is, I guess. And it looked so right, it looked like what the future might look like: not a devastating post-apocalyptic, flame-dress world of darkness, but familiar like deja vu. I loved it. I loved it so much I saw it one more time in the cinema.

Even on second viewing my favourite was still Cathy. She's barely in it, but her clothes left such an impact. I saw it the second time with a friend from uni, who like me was spending the last days of summer not doing anything at all, and we spent a feverish hour after the movie was over dissecting everything Rooney Mara wore ("The cardigans!" "I know, so perfect!" "That silk shirt!" "The two-tone sweaters!" "So good!" "The way she chewed on her glasses!" "The shift dresses!" "The red couch!" "Her messy hair! With the strands hanging out!" "Everything!") I always thought Kate was my favourite Mara, but this movie sort of changed everything. I wanted to be Cathy, writing at the kitchen table with my tea getting cold, hair fanned out over the pillows in bed, peeling potatoes over the kitchen sink, lying on the grass in the LA sun. I think it's hard to make someone sympathetic when you know, right from the outset, that she breaks the main character's heart. But it was like you saw her through Theo's eyes the whole time: winsomely, without judgement, with just a hint of pain. Even when they were fighting she still looked beautiful. It's like when you remember the bad, it still looks good.


ps. I know it's been a long time since a cinematic style. I've missed it, I hope you have too.

on the streets

I've trained my eye to filter through the street style circus quickly. I can find the one image that I like  - a simple pair of slingback heels, a pair of white jeans and a grey sweater - in a gallery of 50+ images in mere seconds. Maybe I'm losing patience with the whole thing, maybe not... But it's a strangely satisfying feeling, strangely nice to click through a gallery - or, this morning, flick through a cookbook - going no, no, no, no, no, until you find that one yes, that one thing that makes you pause. It's like Tinder but for 501s and cashmere.


Sunday, September 7, 2014

driving in my car

I want a candy coloured car so I can drive round town with the top down listening to this real loud.


Saturday, August 23, 2014

dem overalls

My uniform for my holiday in New Zealand. I can't wait for a week of lazy brunches, afternoon shopping and not taking my overalls off at all. If anyone has any tips for cafes, restaurants or must do things in Auckland, send me an email or leave me a comment! Cos I'm outta here...


Saturday, August 16, 2014


Lea Seydoux is the physical embodiment of what it feels like to be young. These pictures remind me so much of a friend of mine, who was always the one who grabbed me by the hand and told me not to worry (right before we were about to do something stupid). She's the one with whom I've had pretty much every single crazy act of youthful silliness, and I've never seen her cry. She's youthfulness in a person - all of its invincibility and confidence - and it's invigorating just to have a drink, just to share a cigarette, with her. Let's all smile and lie around in the sun.