Friday, February 25, 2011










STOP

What you are doing, and mosey over to this delightful tumbler, Miss Desmarais sent me > Spirit Somethings. I might have to sellotape my hands to my eyeballs to stop from saving every single image. 

Enjoy, you can thank me later.

Fridays Hotchpotch


I'm eating Haribo gummi bears&welcoming the weekend. 
What are you doing to celebrate?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


The style savvy, internet browsing genius, Kate Desmarais sent me this magnificent image the other day, thought you'd all appreciate it too. Isn't it perfect? 

http://spiritsomethings.tumblr.com/post/3332835328

A series called: Name dropping. My creative Friends

A series called: Name Dropping
My creative friends
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Say hello to: Brucalicious.
He drinks his hard tac clean from a hip flask





Fever


My dad forwarded me this 'Can you believe the fashion back then' email and I rather liked this photo. It's so untrasmooth, you know? I want to play Fever by Peggy Lee and watch them watch girls while watching their reflection in the mirror and clicking their fingers. Flipping love the eighties, baby.

Mid week boy-gazing


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Maxine in colour



I found this image of Maxine on my computer, which I love. So I did a version of Maxine in colour as part of my girls in colour posts. I think I prefer Maxine in natural light, and you?

Babes










Do you guys like this RUSSH shoot as much as I do? 
I hope so. Because I live to exist to make your day. 

Not really, but sortof.
http://www.russhmagazine.com/fashion/shoots/2011/01/28/babes/

Monday, February 21, 2011

David Tlale at Joburg Fashion Week










You know those people who always get free stuff? Those people who have vainglorious facebook statuses about their lives being so amazeballs and you comment back saying “You lucky fish”? I was one of those people on Saturday night.  I work for this awfully brilliant event coordinator Miguel who knows people, who know people, who know David Tlale, so AnMari, Lezanne and I got tickets to the biggest runway show South Africa has seen. The show, being set to start at 22:00 was way past our bedtime, but we donned our best for the best. The crowd was remarkably unlike the one we saw at Suzanne Heyns. As Marko of Man of the Cloth blogged, Joburgers like to dress in black; but the outfits! My oh my, oh my. Men in dresses and sequinned turbans, heads wearing hats made from plastic bags, boys eyes a glitter with fake eyelashes. There is some underground cult of the best dressed men in Joburg and I need to know where this meets, so I can watch them and learn how it’s done. The idea of standing waiting to go into the gates that lead to the gates that become the Nelson Mandela Bridge, I assume, is to get a fashion week street vibe going. I am all for this, but I’m not sure it works when the fashionista are shoving one another like 7 year olds in a tuck shop queue. Amongst the crowd of Tlale fans, was the astonishingly beautiful Lira, who I had the tiniest chit chat to about the likeness we were feeling toward a herd of sheep. Once inside/on the bridge, we hustled to our seats; had I known I was going to be standing for another two hours until I saw what I’d come for, I’d have taken my time. David Tlale has the makings of a prima donna, which I think we all know; it works for his brand and it works for me, but I don’t think it works for hundreds of important people who expected to be in bed by 23:30. People started to walk out; [because unlike us, this wasn’t the most important thing to happen in their lives] Lira gave a free impromptu serenade in an attempt to transform the agitation into enthusiasm. Finally, after we’d heard many false start announcements and made a few new friends, David Tlale graced us with his presence on the back of a Harley Davidson. After what felt like an insincere apology for keeping us waiting, the show of the year began. My photos are seriously rubbish, so I’d suggest you take a look at the AFI website for clear images of the show. The models included local faces such as Matthew Booth, Michelle Botes, Jen Su, Roland Schoeman and Gerri Rantseli to name a small few. The difference between South African Fashion and International fashion is we don’t put on gynormous shows of collections made up 100 pieces; but David Tlale did. His collection was immaculate. Extreme headpieces made out of fake hair or beads paired with dark eerie lips and the most superbly draped dresses, tailored jackets, voluminous skirts and blouses. Ending off with a magnificent all white suit styled with a whopper of a tulle shawl. Bursts of fireworks at each end of the bridge were the final hoorah as David Tlale raised his arms in the air from the podium on which he stood throughout the show. The clothing was incredible, but the production side of things really was ghastly and tickets were not even scanned. I just wonder; will Mr Tlales gift for the garb be memorable enough to overshadow the two and a half hour wait which most of the guests did in heels?
To me, yes, but then, I am just a young blogger of little importance.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Mememe in Joburg

So looking forward to this!

Friday's hotchpotch


Friday's hotchpotch

Suzaan Heyns Opens JFW









 








I had the privilege, nay, the pleasure, of attending Suzaan Heyns’ show for Joburg Fashion Week last night. The show was in the innerghettocity, at the Bus Station. Now, I have been to fashion weeks around the world [Well, I’ve been to Cape Town, seen photos of Paris, videos of New York and been to London in my dreams] and last night, to be honest, surpassed them all. The idea of having an event like fashion week in the nitty gritty of the city, seems to most people like a distant dream of something fitting in where it doesn’t. But people, it so does. Unlike any Cape Town show I’ve seen, the show was full and every person there was dressed superflippingfly. Some of our spotted biggish names in our minds were, Dion Chang, Marko [Man of the Cloth], Chris Viljoen, Sharon Becker, Mari Smit, Ella Buter and many others.Being in a non-conference room like venue, the entire ambience was different. Less intimidating and more like one big well dressed party. Okay, that’s enough of me trying to save the world one non JHB believer at a time. Suzaan’s show was exactly that, a show. Starting off with a stop start motion video of creepy, idontwanttodreamaboutthemtonight surgeons, it went into a parade of garments made from unexpected fabric choices in ways you wish you had thought of and then copywrote. Each piece has an extreme amount of detail - braiding, pleating, gathers, it was all there. I won’t write anymore in fear of using less adequate wording where acclaim is due. My flatmate AnMari is holding out for a piece, I’m being realistic, counting my pennies for petrol and hoping a coat arrives in my A5 sized post-box.  Oh P.S – I sat in the front row so I got a trendy goodie bag filled with treats, one being a Suzaan Heyns key ring. So I’m almost there.