take a break, it's wednesday

This has nothing to do with anything other than the fact that I thought it was hilarious. And it's Wednesday. And I had to wake up early, but woke up late, subsisted on coffee alone for four hours and have to go to work in three. But this made two minutes of my Wednesday brighter...maybe it can do the same for you.

#31

I had given up all hope of being able to get the newest issue of Russh in any reasonable amount of time, but now their new site is not only selling back issues, but also the current issue AND ships worldwide. It's a bit pricey, (15 AUD plus a whopping $21 shipping to the UK), so I have to remain content trawling my local convenience store to find the previous, two-month old issue. I've been successful with the last three issues, and since Australia is in a different season anyway, by the time I get the issue, it practically corresponds to the Northern Hemisphere ... or so I tell myself.

But for those you, desperate for the newest and latest from Down Under, it is now only a click away.

don't let it go

Okay, so I know I'm about a week or two behind in the news here, but I totally understand the whole Balloon Boy hoax thing. Well, I don't understand it in the sense that why would you enlist your child in a rather ridiculous scheme to get a science-reality show... but I do understand the appeal of the balloon, as do many a fashion editor. Balloons are a bit magical; they defy gravity after all. And they can add a bit of whimsy and child-play to any photograph, hence seem to be quite a popular fashion editorial accessory. So, here's to Balloon Boy and his balloon. I get it kid, sometimes you just want to tie one to your wrist and float away...




(sources: tfs, we heart it)

Christy et Jean

I think it's relatively obvious that Jean Seberg, immortalized in her little striped shirt in A bout de souffle (Breathless), is considered one of those 'classic' style icons. And then there is Christy Turlington, super amongst Supers. Put the two together, throw Ellen von Unwerth behind the lens, and you have this wonderful Turlington as Seberg editorial from a 1990 US Vogue. Pretty fucking fabulous.








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Maurizio Cattelan

Maurizio Cattelan, an Italian artist, whose speciality is large scale installations with a sense of humour, collaborated this month on a W editorial with Linda Evangelista. Personally, my favorite images aren't the fashion-related ones but the other sets that he created, especially the United States of Meat (my title, not his). He makes you think, I think.

He has a piece showing at the current Tate Modern Pop Art exhibit, which I now will definitely be seeing.

(Rest of the spread here)

dot dot dot

I'm feeling the polka dot at the moment...it's just one of those prints that is a bit childish and fun without necessarily being twee. Cause twee and I just don't mix - too much of that combined with my stature and it's all a bit 'aw, you're short, and wearing something dainty therefore I shall automatically deem you cute.' Non, merci.

(sources: cherry blossom girl, motionslow)

Book Worm

Ok, so this post originally started as me wanting to point out Camille Bidault-Waddington's brilliantly put together outfit. It was gonna be a quickie simply stating that I am smitten with her dress, especially the longer length, long sleeves and generally demure cut. And her hat makes me smile. But then I noticed what she was holding...seemingly Melville's Moby Dick, but...





...Apparently, Camille and other fashionable Paris folk were at a 'book launch' for Olympia Le-Tan's new collection of box clutches. They are hand knit copies of original classics. It kind of reminds me of the magazine clutches of the 70s (they looked like rolled up magazines to thwart purse-snatchers). I have one that I used to tote around obsessively but kind of stopped when I stopped using clutches. I think I'd give up the glory of a purse strap for one of these puppies though.

This may sound stupid, but personally, I love to read and not only that I love to read books. Kindle and other such technology kind of freaks me out...I want the tactile, olfactory and visual delight that accompanies reading a book, especially a secondhand one that is kind of yellow and musty. It frightens me to think that books may one day be relics ("when I was a kid, there was a thing called a book, no screen in sight") and so her collection makes me happy in its celebration of the book.

(Camille Bidault-Waddington photo via style.com, all others via purple diary)