Alice McCall ‘Eyelash Viper’ pintuck silk dress, NF by Nicola Finetti coat, Tigerlily wool hat, Wittner ‘Luscious’ patent pumps, Sportsgirl leather belt and stockings, pearl necklace and bracelet from India, other pearl bracelets – handmade gifts, earrings from Chantal B, ring from JJ markets. Shot in Redfern Park.
For those among you fortunate enough not to have lived in Sydney this past week, you would have happily avoided weather reminiscent of a scene from Noah’s Ark (or for our contemporaries, what happened in Evan Almighty besides appalling comedy). For what has felt like countless days (most likely only five – damn you, Gen Y attention span!), we’ve had a crippling bout of rain.
I have pajama pants and other embarrassing articles hanging from curtain rails, door knobs and bathroom cabinet doors. Unsightly as they may be, such measures will have to suffice in a world sans clothes dryer and mutant powers à la Ororo Iqadi T’Challa, a.k.a. Storm from X-Men (I’ve been waiting to pull that one off for a while). It’s the type of rain that diagnoses suede shoes with terminal cancer, that makes you resort to the emergency underwear drawer, that just plain sucks. And for an optimist like myself, it’s absolutely the kind of weather that shouts ‘Piss Off’!, pun very much intended, at the slightest hope of a weekend outdoors, splendours in the grass, photo shoots and all.
You know you’re taking fashion blogging seriously when spend an entire Saturday, as I just have, braving the ridiculous chill, fighting the fickle sun and failing to block the piercing wind, to gallivant around in a flimsy, albeit pretty purple dress, pretending not to feel any of the above.
Fortunately for us (me and my poorly circulated Boy), we managed to split up the bleakness of the task with insufficiently long enough visits to indoor gastronomic refuges like Sushi Roll (for lunch) Patisse Bakery (for diabetic heaven). The photos hopefully speak for themselves but with all that in mind, and in tummy, I consider myself most deserving of snaps for the effort.
Let’s just hope for the sake of my already laughable immune system, they’re not a cold ones.
And just because food makes me feel warm and fuzzy, the publication of the following images is for the benefit of osmosis: