Monthly Archives: June 2009

Melbournia.

En Flamme!

Late one Saturday night, driving down a reasonably dark street of Melbourne, two female passengers noticed smoke pouring out of the bonnet of their cab. Their driver, a curly haired East Euro seemed unfazed his line of sight was becoming increasingly hindered. Until…

E.E. Taxi Man: “Shit! Water! Water no water! Oh, fine fine fine.”

Girl One turned to the man and asked  “Are we okay here? Should we pull over?” whilst Girl Two in the back muttered  “I think he is telling us that he has put no water in the car engine. Not good.”

Girl One looks pleadingly at E. E. Taxi Man, his eyes darting to try and see through the ever-growing smoke haze. She wasn’t losing her best clothes to a fiery taxi death.

 

“Oh for Christs sake! Pull the hell over!”

 

And so began the girls very first night in Melbourne. Lugging 10kgs of luggage through tree lined streets, in silent thoughts about their crazed Taxi Man. And whether his personal smoke ball finally engulfed his little yellow Taxi.

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The Bench Seat.

 

A Perfect Afternoon. I shall spend it with my legs thrown over the back of a quilted leather Chesterfield. Engrossed in literature from a time where conventions were overthrown, not for shock factor, but for the mere need to explore deeper parts of a social psyche – built upon traditions and social forms. I’ll sip my way through teapots of Buddhas Tears and I’ll crunch my way through pears. 

It’s a cold afternoon, made for rest and relaxation. I’ll lie across my Chair and think of people I want to see more of. I’ll make plans to see them in my head, and sit in hope that they’ll call me. I do my best thinking on a chair. On a Bench Seat. I’ll watch the clouds drift past my window in their innocent way and create shapes from their formless fluff. 

It’s just another afternoon. For me and my chair.

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Shit!

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“See, you can’t rewrite, ’cause to rewrite is to decieve and lie, and you betray your own thoughts. To rethink the flow and rhythm, the tumbling out of the words, is a betrayal, and it’s a sin. 

Martin, it’s a Sin.”

(Naked Lunch).

Feather'd.

 

So, I have started once again. The slate is cleaned, the mood is fine and the sky outside is the perfect shade of dirty grey. It is a day made for new beginnings – as when the the haze begins to clear, the beauty of what is shall be revealed. This is the plan Stan, the plan.

 

So let me begin by dedicating this to D. I would like to promise him I shall keep this as emo-free as possible. And that even though I organise coffee dates daily, one day I will actually make one. I’m not as bad as I make out to (continually) be. And I’ll lay off the Lanvin, for now.

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Why, Hello.

Why, Hello. By means of introduction, let me give to you an A to Z. 

 

A: What accessories do you wear everyday? I always wear my Great-Grandmothers gold wedding band and around my neck, a Georg Jensen white Daisy and a small Tiffany & Co. round head key.

I feel so nude without them.

B: What is your beauty routine? I lather myself up morning and night with The Body Shop or Elizabeth Arden’s Green Tea products. Then sunscreen in Summer and mineral make-up. The mountain climes is not to conducive to anything fussier. 

C: What was the last item of clothing (for yourself) that you purchased? Miu Miu black patent, white patent and gold glitter sandals. They are a Dream.

D: Do you use a dresser, closet, or both? I have a walk-in bigger than my actual bedroom. It was a Bribe to get me to move back.

E: What type of earrings are in your ears right now? A beautiful pair or white gold and diamond circle studs from my beautiful best-friend Kimberley and her boyfriend Ryan.

F: What type of figure do you have (measurements)? Slim, and straight. It’s a curse.

G: Do you wear glasses? Yes, currently they are tort. and gold Ralph Laurens.

H: What type of handbag do you carry? I rotate between a beige Chanel, a metallic black Chanel and a wickedly destroyed seafoam green Witchery bag.

I: What is your ideal style? Nonchalant, with a heavy European bent. I have inherited the eccentricity of my British roots and have adopted the palette of black/grey/navy from the French. But I never go past tulle. Or feathers.

J: What is your favorite brand of jeans? Nudie, cliched but true. Though I do love my Superfine.

K: Do you wear knee-high stockings? I wear thigh-high in grape with a daring short frock. The slight hint of skin when walking is enough for me.

L: Do you *have* to wear matching lingerie? I love it.

M: Do you wear makeup? I wear mineral make-up from Ikou in the Blue Mountains with a deep brown mascara. I don’t like looking like Barbie.

N: Do you wear nightgowns? No, I wear undies and singlets/oversized ratty jumpers.

O: What outerwear do you put on when going out on a typical winter’s day? I live in a climate where Summer is a foreign term. I currently love rocking my khaki military coat with my fur gilet over the top. Or my fitted leather jacket with woolen tights and frocks.

P: What is your favorite perfume? Burberry London.

Q: Is your motto “quality over quantity” when it comes to clothing and accessories? Yes, everytime.

R: Do you wear rain boots? I grew up in Hunters Wellingtons. They are soooo British and soooo aristocratic that I cannot help but love them.

S: Do you wear socks or slippers when your feet get cold? Ugh boots. So what.

T: Do you have a set of travel luggage? It is so hideously garish and bright. Electric pink and snakeskin from the uniquely girly company Spencer & Rutherford.

U: What is your daily uniform? Black, black, black. I am all about the textures of the pieces. You’ll often see me in silk, fur, leather and jersey all at once.

V: If you are married, did you wear a veil with your wedding dress? My mother has saved a Chantilly lace wedding veil for my nuptials. This are not currently pending.

W: Do you wear a watch? A chunky vintage Golden mens dress watch.

X: What item of clothing or outfit always makes you feel beautiful? A cashmere Camel coloured v-neck knit, a matching coral coloured set by Simone Perele and a glass of wine. Draped over my Ollie (the faux Otter blanket).

Y: What is your favorite type of yarn? Silk.

Z: Do you prefer zippers or buttons? Both, they both serve aesthetic purposes.

Bianca.

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