This particular length, this tea-length, this length that ballet dancers call romantic, was everywhere at fashion week. I was seduced too – that elegant drop, that flash of ankle, it’s got a hint of Dior’s New Look and should be worn, if at all possible, with a pair of so-sharp-it-hurts heels.
Thanks to Emma for the photo.
Wearing: bias-cut silk dress by Zimmermann (similar here), linen blazer by Claude Maus (similar here), skinny leather belt by Zambesi, peeptoe boots by Alexander Wang and vintage gaucho hat (similar here).
Photographed at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Australia by Giuseppe Santamaria. The best part is that I look like I have a beard.
R.M Williams Yearling Boots (available here); Obesity & Speed Loners Shirt (available here); Leather Leggings (try these); Maison Michel Fedora (available here or cheaper option here); Tom Ford Private Blend Tobacco Vanille EDP (available here – seriously, buy it); Black Cat Bone by John Burnside.
Maison Balzac Le Silence Candle (available here); I Love Mr Mittens Jumper (available here); Lover Camisole (available here); NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Cruella (available here); The Rings of Saturn by W.G Sebald; good kid, m.A.A.d city by Kendrick Lamar; Aesop Cleanser (available here).
To coincide with their Escape Issue, my friends at RUSSH Magazine asked me to share my dream destination and what I’d pack in my bags. I am unmoved by island holidays or the promise of warm weather – what I want is somewhere cold and crisp and remote.
To the wilder shores of Alaska, off to chase the Northern Lights.
In my suitcase? A pair of leather leggings worn with a lace camisole hiding under the boxiest jumper I can find. A jacket that spells out exactly how I feel. Some books of poetry (John Burnside forever) and a candle that smells faintly of honey. Boots made for walking and red lipstick, always. Tom Ford perfume and a witch-worthy hat.
See the feature at RUSSH Magazine here.
This week, I’m back in Melbourne for Virgin Australia Melbourne Fashion Festival, where I was snapped by Liz McLeish of Street Smith for Elle Australia and standing by my sartorial motto: when in doubt, wear Lover.
This week was busy, full of dinner dates, a visit from my long-distance lover, a night out to see a band I’ve been listening to for what feels like forever, my first uni class of the semester and the usual mad carousel of working and planning and trying to keep on track.
Finally, the weekend.
Saturdays are for making plans but Sundays are for making none at all – Sundays are for getting up when the rest of the house is still asleep and making a pot of English Breakfast tea, slicing up some fruit into a white bowl, arranging it on a newly acquired tray and taking the whole thing back to bed. Even better, I had freshly washed sheets to return to. The strangest thing – I never knew I liked figs until today.