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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Eau De Parfum

You might’ve grasped by now that I don’t mind dropping my hard earned dollars on a big ticket item every now and then. What’s money for, if not to be blown on spontaneous, unnecessary items? I’ll give you a minute to take in the sour waft of first world brat, my natural eau de parfum.

As the years have tidal-waved by and my budget for said spontaneous, big ticket items has dwindled, as has my youthful complexion, I’ve found myself getting creative. Bargain hunting, re-working old pieces and thrifting has become the new reality and damn, it’s a ride. This caramel blazer has the look and feel of a luxury, money-stealing garment with a THREE DOLLARYDOO price tag. Cue clapping, tears and goose bumps.

Wearing: Thrifted caramel blazer similar found here, Forever 21 cap similar found here, Urban Outfitters crop tee found here and Zara leather skirt similar found here.
Photos: Anastasia Borrelli.

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Girl Code

We’re all aware of girl code, the fundamental rules of the female bond. These strict rules are a universal language and predominately known to apply to the peen and veen, in the categories of partners and exes. Yet one element of girl code often falls neglected, clothes code and don’t you forget it. While I admit, I regularly preach the virtues of clothes code, I was recently, shamefully guilty of violating the sanctity that is.

On a retail therapy expedition with one of my best and fairest, I broke all of the rules and planted the seed of friendship resentment – I broke clothes code. In a distressing turn of events, said b&f came out on top with a generous cluster of coat hangers, while I was left red-faced and empty handed.

Tempers flared and after a troubling changing room showdown, I lashed out and did the unforgivable, I asked to buy the same top. GIRL CODE ALERT. In a show of unbridled generosity Lou said yes and here it is boys, this rugged denim crop. Worth it you ask? Yes? No? I don’t know? She still brings it up when she’s drunk, but time heals all wounds, right?

Wearing: Zara denim crop similar found here, here and here, Asos denim jeans similar on sale here, Louis Vuitton Epi Twist bag found here, thin rats tail hair similar found here.

Photos: Anastasia Borrelli
Words proofed by: Tyana Rongonoui

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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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Back Rash

I’ve always had a mental block up against lace. It could be down to the psychological effects of my Grannies extreme fondness for doyleys and tablecloths on every surface, ever. Exquisite taste obviously runs in the family. Or it could just maybe, have something to do with my year 6 school disco outfit, a black lace crop that provided me with some lustful glances from a few pimply, prepubescent gremlins and a ripper of a back rash. Either way, I haven’t stepped foot in a lace thread for years, that is, until now. You see, there are sometimes people or things, objects or in my troubling case, clothing items that can help you move past your lifelong traumas and I think I’ve finally found mine.

This Alice McCall frock is everything I could have wished for, giving my aching soul a much needed breather and delivering some style (much needed) to my somewhat dulcet life. I’m not sure if I am a fully converted lace lover yet, I still have a few months of psychoanalysis and group meetings before that, but I am now well and truly on my way.

Wearing: Alice McCall ‘Like I Would’ lace mini dress (currently on sale here), Tom Ford ‘Nastasya’ sunglasses (silver version found here), Amber Sceats ‘Jet’ earrings (currently on sale here).
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Celine

I have a massive head, an abnormally large cranium size according to measurements. It’s a condition called ‘Superior Intelligence’, essentially resulting in a bobble head-esque skull size. The world’s best minds have put it down to the expansion of skull tissue due to cranium overcrowding. Basically means your bean is so full to the brim with brains, wisdom and superlative motor skills that it moves up a cup size, got it? It’s somewhat similar to Mr G’s dog Celine, in Summer Heights High. But unlike poor, little Celine, I have the ability and means to disguise mine. Beanies, bad hair styles and hats will do the trick. But like many physical ailments before it, ‘Superior Intelligence’ has its hurdles. Finding hats to fit is never something to underestimate. Shopping in the men’s hat aisle has often been a humiliating experience, leaving emotional scars that have failed to heal over the years.

My discovery of Lack of Color hats is hardly ground-breaking, I know. They’ve been around, providing the world with their glorious designs for a number of years now, but something that sets them apart is their sizing. Generous enough for the likes of Celine and I but small enough for petite skull sizes too. Inclusion at its finest. They actually happen to be really good looking hats too, which is an improvement from my history of men’s broad-brims and caps. What more could you ask for?

Wearing: Lack of Color ‘Stardust Boater’, Zara silk blouse, Fella Swim bikini top, J brand Jeans, Natasha Schweitzer ‘Double Hoop Single Earring’ in silver.
Photos: Anastasia Borrelli

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Penny not a Nickel

Don’t have time to shave your legs? Finding yourself frustrated with your regular shaving regime? Nicks and cuts getting you down? WELL you big bunch of incompetent, lazy sloths, I have the solution to all of your hairy problems. Don’t shave! Grow it, braid it or dye it, either way leg hair is undeniably versatile and totally fresh this AW16 season. If this option doesn’t tickle your follicles like it does mine, I suggest the ever-steady and reliable thigh-high boot.

A secret agent type disguise for all things bad tan, leg fur or fnees (cankles not-so-identical twin sister), thigh-highs are the key to winter dressing success. I found these beauties at Public Desire for a penny not a nickel and would highly recommend them to anyone who’ll listen.

Wearing: Public Desire boots, Acne Studios sweater, Zara leather skirt
Photos: Anastasia Borrelli

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I remember the brief, fleeting moment in time just before puberty hit, when I was too old to be cute anymore and too socially awkward to look back on and not grimace in genuine pain and embarrassment – the latter of which, spanned for most of high school and beyond. During the course of this troubling and confusing time circa 2007, the all-encompassing trend of the Goth swept through the nation in a dark, angst filled cloud. Suddenly my vast collection of Paul Frank badges and Ripcurl watches were not adequate, which looking back on, is just bloody ludicrous. Combat boots, ripped jeans and badges of bands and political movements I didn’t have the intellectual capacity to understand, and still don’t, flooded the streets.

Looking down at this ol’ blazer of mine, I can’t help thinking that Dion Lee designed this to show every poorly dressed punk out there that, this is how you do it. This is how you nail edgy and cool and didn’t-try-too-hard. This is it. Although I probably shouldn’t associate this honestly raw and troubling time period for me with one of Dion Lee’s greatest hits, I can’t help but think that I could’ve been the edgiest damn year seven ever seen, if I had only known the way. I guess you can’t win them all. I’m just grateful that smartphones weren’t around and there is close to no photographic evidence of my brief ‘fashion experimentation’ into the world of front fringes and military bags.

Wearing: Dion Lee 3D Filter blazer, Zara leather skirt
Photos: Anastasia Borrelli

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Blackened Soul

There are two types of people in this world. The first are the kind of people who find joy and gain satisfaction from socially acceptable things like kindness, rainbows and other people. This breed are rare, the kind you read about in books with unicorns and Harry Potter. The second type tend to be greedy lil’ geese and crave materialistic items like clothes and money **. Forgive my unwillingness to admit the inner selfishness that is tarnishing my already  blackened soul but I have to claim my position in group one (reasoning: I don’t want to admit the truth).

BUT… I do love this dress in all of its materialistic glory and I think you can all understand my thought process, it is bloody magnificent. Floaty, luxurious and comfortable, I can’t sing praises loud enough for Kym Ellery. The feminine but androgynous design is light and fresh without the yards of material becoming too much. You know you’ve found a good thing when all you need to accessorise with is some sub-par posing and a pair shoes, if you’re into that kind of thing. To finish my only midly-irritating post I need to state that this dress is currently reduced online, so snap him up while you can.

**Keep in mind, this information is not in fact, derived straight from a psychology text book rather (Rachel’s Imagination 2015).

Wearing: Ellery ‘Polar’ Dress, Zara heels
Photos: Anastasia Borrelli

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