Sisterhood

These pants have magic powers and no, not the kind that bring America Ferrera and Blake Lively together after a long, difficult summer. No, these pants are the positive self-esteem heroes of our generation, in other words, not Blake Lively. They bring love handles and muffins tops together after long, over-indulgent summers and house them in one beautiful, corded flare pant – happy tears.

My college experience saw me gain the revered Freshmen 15lbs in six months after an onslaught of non-Mexican Mexican food and $1 screwdrivers and in the aftermath, these pants were my only salvation.

Let this be a lesson for you all, in times of need you must always, always turn to Gucci and teen movies highlighting the importance of female friendship and/or sisterhood.

Wearing: Gucci pants, Acne Studios tee and Balenciaga heels.

Minimalism

As you can tell, I’m a devout minimalist. With the help of Confucius, Socrates and of course, Ikea, I have transformed my cluttered, chaotic life into an austere and restrained existence. No longer do I indulge in the practices of materialism, exhibiting the finer qualities of the Minimalistic lifestyle, and it is just that, a lifestyle.

This emotional upheaval is a change that has transcended into my sartorial choices, with my clothing now representing the discreet nature of my minimalistic life. As you can see, my garmets adhere to a strict black, white and grey palate, and serving merely as practical, functional items of apparel.

If you two are looking to simplify your life and your fashion choices, feel free to contact me for tips, tricks and words of wisdom (bullshit).

Wearing: Rat and Boa dress & Josh Goot corset, similar here.

Good Juju

There is only one thing I like more than being a materialistic, fashion consumer and that is animals. I grew up with two dogs, two cats and two older brothers, so we always had a house full of smelly, halitosis suffering creatures – all of whom I adored wholeheartedly.

Fast forward a decade and while I don’t share living quarters with as many brothers, the animal count is still up there and healthy. I like my pets more than most people I know and in an attempt to bring some good juju to my family, I recently dropped by an RSPCA thrifty to find some threads.

I left with an armful of clothes, jewels and the good juju I had been so desperately searching for. Helping critters like my own find homes and health care, while replenishing my not-so-empty clothing stores, who could say no that?

Wearing: Thrifted tee, shorts and blazer, Lucy Folk clutch found here.

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Like only animal print can

As a cold blooded creature and maybe even a medical step behind in the evolutionary process – see jawbone for reference –  I am at one with the animals.  Big, little, flea infested and all, I clearly have Bindi Irwin blood pumping through my icy veins.

Harnessing my innate animalistic spirit, I have translated my love for the animal kingdom into my sartorial choices – this Rat and Boa leopard number meeting all of the requirements. It’s glorious silky goodness is warming my snake-like heart like only animal print can.

Do yourself and Bindi a favour and get your greasy grubbers on this bad boy ASAP.

Wearing: Rat and Boa ‘Valentina’ dress & Balenciaga earring.

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Frosty Fruit

I heart the Winter Olympics.

There’s nothing as cathartic as sitting my hind quarters down, grabbing a Frosty Fruit and placing empty bets with Dad on which Athlete of Russia will be caught doping next – apparently all of them. What’s not to like?

When the curtains closed on the spectacle that was, I fell into a sad state of lowly depression. Not even smashing a Frosty Fruit or trying to cash in those bets I dropped with fazher could cheer me up.

Out of sheer desperation and in dire need of a pick-me-up, I turned to the only thing I knew would heal me – retail therapy. It was there, in the depths of the interwebs that I found the band aid I needed.

This glorious With Jean number is not sartorially satisfying, but it’s as patriotic as an American – green and gold baby! Gold medal for this frock.

Wearing: vintage clutch similar found here, With Jean Camille dress, Front Row Store mules similar found here.
Photography:  Anastasia Borrelli

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Tax Inclusive

Some old bloke once spat something about the best things in life being free, but damn man, I beg to differ. Aside from my eccentric ‘rents and the fur children, my favourite things in life are tax inclusive, have a regular retail price and hang proudly in my wardrobe. Yep, de clothes I yarn on about so much – turns out I’m rather fond of ’em.

This lil’ jacket is no exception, with a deadly combination of velvet and gold, it’s a partnership not to be overlooked. I gotta admit, this devilishly good-looking shoulder cover even rivals my ‘rents in the pecking order of loved ones – although fur babes remain forever untouchable, duh.

Wearing: Zara blazer, similar found here and here, Jbrand jeans similar found here and here, Gucci belt found here, Are You Am I top found here.
Photography: Anastasia Borrelli

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La La La Bamba

Earlier this year I spent 8 long months on a soulful journey through North and Central America in search of something. Something I’d been missing for a long time and could no longer happily proceed without. While at times it was lonely, emotionally challenging and tested my resilience, I finally found what I had been looking for, for so long – the perfect summer dress.

In my usual lazy, sloth-like fashion, I opted for a browse on the net, ignoring the retail delights of New York and LA. No surprise, I struck solid 24 karat gold on an Aussie site. Three cheers for Australian fashion.

The legends over at Bamba Swim have more than provided the goods and finally put an end to my emotionally traumatic journey. Crisp white cotton with embroidered detailing and the most gorgeous tassels – it’s a sure fire summer hit. Excuse my lady boner, but my God, they know what they’re doing. Be sure to check out their brilliant silk and swim range and buy, buy, boner away.

Wearing: Bamba Swim Isla Dress as top found here, Forever 21 denim skirt similar found here, Saint Claude Social Club vintage necklace similar found here and here, Vintage straw backpack similar found here, vintage pink cat eyes similar found here.
Photography: Grid.city photos

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Legionnaire’s

After a recent and very brief spring cleaning session, I stumbled across my extensive hat collection. Panamas, caps, sun hats, you bloody name it. Hats on hats on hats. Thinking long and soft about why the hell I have so many damn dandruff coverers squatting in my wardrobe, I found my mind wandering back to old times. My passion for hats started young, five years in actually, thanks for asking. Let me take you back. Mum had packed my bag, slapped a fiver in my greedy little grubbers for a gourmet lunch of salt & vinnies and a sausage roll and bestowed a legionnaire’s hat upon my bean like a damn crown. Slay, Queen, bow down etc etc.

Admiring my collection now, the legionnaire’s unfortunately is noticeably absent but this Lack of Color Rose boater is more than making up for it. Truly mirroring my slay, queen, bow down moment circa 2005. Get around it.

Wearing: Lack of Color ‘Rose‘ Boater found here, Urban Outfitters ‘Sunshine‘ aviators found here, Zara blouse similar found here & Insight ‘Sasha‘ denim skirt found here.
Photography: Anastasia Borrelli @anastasia.borrelli

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Dirty, Stinkin’, Good for Nothin’

Confession time.  I’m a joke repeater, a dirty, stinkin’, good for nothin’ joke repeater. If I feel like someone likes what I’m putting down, I’ll drive that attempt at humour into the ground, warranted or not. So any peanut nutty enough (like what I did there? Yeah, yeah I know) to pay attention to my Instagram feed, will be able to point out my unrelenting penchant for the good ol’ Acne Studios, pimple gag. A total classic amirite!? Regardless, I’m looking to upgrade my already sophisticated satirical offenses and branch out, so bid your sweet farewells fellas. RIP dad jokes, RIP joke repeating, Rest in Pieces. From here on out I vow to produce only the freshest jests for y’all, I do.  With that being said, I’ve got nothin’, nada, no Bueno in the ‘new material’ section of my brain. I’m very open to suggestions so any of you good blokes listening in with a corking Acne Studio’s pun, send ‘em in. Seriously, I’ll send you a gift card for Woolies or something.

Wearing: Acne Studios ‘Velocite Leather-trimmed Shearling Biker’ Jacket found here, Helmet Lang leather skirt found here, unbranded sunglasses, similar found here.

Photography: Anastasia Borrelli @anastasia.borrelli

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