Game On

Photographed a sportswear shoot a while ago to co-incide with the Olympics. Because nobody else is doing that, ahem. Shot on 35mm (buttons and digital-ness scare me) the negatives come up a little rusty compared to the hard copies but I still love it. A proper post on this abandoned blog will resume tommorow, I promise.

Delays & Details

Details in the fabric.

I'd usually blame the little blog hiatus on my inability to commit. But I'm not going to be too hard on myself, in retrospect starting a fashion blog on a week where my clothes and laptop were 50 miles away from me wasn't a great idea. But we're now re-united and everything's just dandy. Rambling shall resume.

Jumping Forward

Images mine. Collage - Kate Moss by Corinne Day. Lookbook images from Maurie & Eve.

People are so damn impatient. 
As soon as you pop on an engagement ring, people need to know when you're getting married. Fresh off the plane from your honeymoon, the breeding question is put forward. Before you've even got around to snipping the umbilical cord, they ask you when you're having the next.

Fashion is very much like this.

Just as there's a glimmer of hope that we may finally see the back of the cold-front (it's been a pretty mild winter but for the sake of my point...) and stepping out in bare legs becomes an almost rational thought (almost, I said, ALMOST) I'm told I must take note of all pre-fall collections that showed earlier this month and start to look forward to the next season of frozen misery. Say what? Don't get me wrong,I like an oatmeal cable-knit as much as the next, but the likeliness of you persuading me to gladly anticipate months of gloom & goosebumps is as likely as you getting me in ballet flats. Rare.

But like a sheep, I follow. 
Taking queues from Australian brand Maurie & Eve's Winter collection which pared some lovely polo-necked jumpers and lighter knits with slouchy mint green trousers (winter obviously doesn't hit too hard down under), I hunted down a couple of the best alternatives on the high-street, because I'm good like that.
I went into Marks & Spencer's for sushi and came out with a jumper. Typical.
 Chunky, stripey and oversized (or maybe that's just cos I got it two sizes too big) it's a nifty find  for quite a reasonable price of 35 sushi packs but I'm having second thoughts due to the fact I think I look a bit Where's Wally. Nobody wants that.
Another find in another surprising location, New Look. I was lured into the store by a yellow version of it horrendously styled on a window mannequin. Then found it in red. Didn't buy either because I'd filled my jumper quota for the day and am trying to put money towards paying my rent and you know, eating.
Jeez, I'm so sensible these days.

Devil, you know.

The other day when I was at my parents house snooping around for my birthday present I started delving through my dad's book collection. Once I'd finished scanning through 'What to do when sh** goes down', 'Death Clutch' & 'The Grappler's Handbook' (those well-known literature classics) I came across this William Baker book all about Australian gal Kylie at the bottom of the bunch. Slightly alarming that my dad stashes books about pint-sized pop stars under his desk but whatever. 

Nice suprise though. The book is really stunning. I was half-expecting cheesy images from the 90's full of sequins, glitter and Kylie's hot-pant clad backside (which is in no way a bad thing) but I was pleasantly surprised at just how sophisticated it was. 
Scribbles, lyrics and notes about each shoot are scrawled across grainy B&W images, and there are lots of contact sheets throughout (I'm a sucker for a contact sheet.) 
It's dirt cheap on amazon, I reccomend it even if you have to watch her music videos on mute like me.

Oh man, I really want an ass like hers, too.