The Zara dress (wish I could have worn this to a concert in the ’70s..but the Meatpacking district will do) I wore as a top back in June and the beautiful bag that Liam from Deadly Ponies sent me a few weeks ago. And..the most forlorn of styrofoam cups. These shoes have taken a beating but I still love them..
(Therese Rawsthorne dress, vintage slip, Zara jacket, vintage bag, BCBG Mendel boots)
I’m not sure quite how to classify this Therese Rawsthorne piece..I definitely thought it was just a sheer long dress with a cool curved waist when I held it up off the rack at Black Box and even when I tried it on I must have stuck both legs through one hole (this was after enlisting both Colin’s and Anna’s help to figure out how to put it on) because I left convinced I had bought a dress..tried it on the next day and turns out it’s some sort of extreme sheer trousers hybrid. SWEET. I celebrated with a small jig. We took these shots during a couple free hours spent getting our last dose of New Zealand coffee (so good) and walking around aimlessly.
Waiting to head to the opening ceremony the first night of NZFW..lounging in the lobby of the Hilton and trying to look alive after the most disorienting of flights and time changes, wearing Bodkin sweater, vintage hooded jacket, Forever 21 black stone ring, 3.1 Phillip Lim leather shorts, fashiontoast x Dannijo Loveless ring, and BCBG Mendel boots.
Visiting Black Box Boutique is always one of the highlights of traveling to Auckland..actually getting to try on all that Stolen Girlfriends Club, Ellery, One Teaspoon, and Ksubi (the list could go on…) I’m always spacing out at on the internet makes for a lot of fun. (more…)
(vintage dress and bag, Wish vest, lace-up heels courtesy of United Nude)
After the Zambesi show (parking garage venue!) screwing around with Sarge and Gala pretending to do some kind of sixties glam thing and seeing how I feel about stiletto heels after a long separation. This is maybe one of the best vintage dresses I’ve ever thrifted, I’d love it even without the Tinkerbell-ish pinking sheared hem. And the perfectly awkward length sleeves. And heavy silk draping. Ahh it’s so perfect that it makes no sense. The show itself was massively inspiring..post on the way.
Leather shorts seem to have assimilated into both the larger consciousness and the basics section of my wardrobe in a way that I didn’t really see coming. Though I know a perfect pair upon sight, it doesn’t happen too often… thus the lack of hesitation when it came to these Phillip Lims. They’re crazy soft and quilted so well that they remind me of a tiny supple comforter that prompts people to ask if I’m wearing Chanel. Worn with the coat and bag that I apparently think go with everything.
Polaroids from the past month (New York, New Zealand, and LA this past weekend) scattered on my floor. I knew when I bought the Fujifilm Instax that I was either going to forget about it entirely or use it to death and go broke over constantly re-buying film. Turned out to be option B. I’ll try to get going on scanning these soon.
Visiting Helene and Steve, the duo behind Lonely Hearts (perhaps better known for their like-no-other cutout bodysuits and bras), is always one of my favorite parts of New Zealand fashion week. They’re so sweet and unassuming, I swear they’re straight out of a fairy tale where it’s all apricot meringues, crisp blue-skied days, and hand knit sweaters. (more…)
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