Saturday, April 19, 2014

how we dress now

Photos by the one and only Rachel Kara

The particular talent of Dion Lee, the one that makes him exactly the kind of designer that Australia (maybe even the world) has embraced so spectacularly, is that he knows exactly what women want to wear. It's a talent that not every designer has: most designers just know what women want to buy. Dion knows what women want to wear: he knew it when he first started making sexily slashed - yet never distressed - mini dresses, perfectly tailored jackets, crisp shirting with the pleats just so, he knew it when he started line II, with its credo of underwear as outerwear and sports-luxe detailing. And he knows it now. His debut runway show for Line II was a revelation. It was one of the only shows of the week that wasn't beholden to the fads of international fashion. Which isn't to say that the show wasn't trendy: there were midi skirts, and the luxe, languid lines of 90s-style dressing, flat sandals and deconstructed tailoring. But it was done Dion's way. It was done with the deft, light hand that has come to characterise a Dion Lee design: effortlessly cerebral, ingeniously constructed and wholly, almost breathtakingly wearable. His skill and talent as a designer is writ large across every collection: crisp suiting slashed open along the back, pleated midi skirts tucked just so, so that a slash appears, wrap-like, up the leg, the perfectly calculated deep V of a little black dress. And everything to fit so seamlessly into your wardrobe it is as if it has always been there. Everything a nuanced, carefully orchestrated balance between edginess and chic, between confidence and comfort, between masculine and feminine. This is his particular talent, the ability to understand what women want to wear, and to make clothes that speak to how we dress now.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

lean closer

"I offended a perfumer in Paris by describing Coco Mademoiselle. What I said was that Chanel had clearly decided to create a perfume that American teenage girls would immediately want. His eyebrows arched; "Well, it's a bit more than that," he said. Yes, I agree. It was an entirely forehand compliment: As with Ralph by Ralph Lauren, which was obviously created for the same purpose, Coco Mademoiselle is both an entry level Chanel fragrance and a very smart marketing decision, and there's nothing wrong with either, at all. God knows Nos 19 and 22 can be tough to appreciate immediately. If you like nice scents, you like this perfume, instantly. Period, end of discussion. It is lovely, flowery, a fresh-faced seventeen-year-old in a summer dress, of excellent quality so the fragrance lasts, and, behind the seeming sweet simplicity, something much more compelling than might at first appear. That something is simply that when you come across someone wearing it, you want to lean closer to them."

Chandler Burr, 'Bold Type Essay'

Lara Stone in T Magazine


Tuesday, April 15, 2014


tommy ton for

The only shoes a gal needs. Sneaks, some nice ballet flats, and the funkiest sandals ever.


Monday, April 14, 2014

the week that was

Rachel Kara - Christopher Esber

I like working in a team with Rachel. She said it right - life colleague. She makes my work better simply because of her presence: it's calming, reassuring and wholly supportive. Last week was no different. Somehow we managed to wade our way through whatever fashion week really is, working really hard, to create something we are really proud of over on Broadsheet. It wasn't easy, but if it was meant to be easy would it be called work? The best thing about last week was having someone to laugh with when it all got too much and the deliriousness kicked in. Someone who oohed and aahhed with me at all the same moments: the sexy, leggy strut at Alex Perry, the morning light simply pouring in at Haryono Setiadi, the ice cream-smeared smiles at We Are Handsome, the Miley Cyrus soundtracks at everything, the glittery gorgeousness at Karla Spetic, the sudden, rogueish appearance of Gerard Butler at Ellery... What are these moments for if not to be shared? Here's another one then, one of our favourites. Georgia - the girl with the longest legs and the best hair - in the kind of dress only Christopher Esber can not only make work, but make look as if it already belongs in your wardrobe. 

If you want to read our coverage, here are some links to Broadsheet:



One of my favourite moments of fashion week at Alice McCall... I just love a good falling particle! This moment was extra sweet because I had worked on the show as well, and seeing everything come together was absolutely magical. Lol confetti. And speaking of magical, here are the winners of the Maloles giveaway! Congratulations to Charlotte, Raquel, Cara and K. Thank you everyone who entered, I am so touched that you all love the shoes as much as I do. (even now, still pinching myself).


Sunday, April 13, 2014

paris, always

Can't stop thinking about Paris. I know what I need to do: stop thinking and start doing. But doing is scary, and I am scared. But I just can't stop thinking. I read another interview on Freunde von Freunden about an Australian stylist living in Paris, and the thinking started up again. 'I loved the language and always dreamed of returning and establishing myself here.' Sound familiar?


Friday, April 11, 2014

that 70s show

Susan Ford washes her car, 1975

Strangely feeling a 70s vibe at the moment. It's just a jeans and tee shirt kind of thang.


Monday, April 7, 2014


I did an interview a little while back with Felwa, and it has gone live, and re-reading it now has made me think about a few things. I've been working pretty hard for the past month, a proper, real job, with not much time to spend here, or really anywhere, to clear my head. I'm about to emerge on the other side and I'm not quite sure how I'm going to feel. Will I miss the structure of my days, the lunches I packed, the hours spent at the desk? Maybe. There's one thing I do know, though. I missed this. I missed writing, and I missed it a lot. I wish I had more of a plan, less nonsense, but I just don't at the moment. I just know that the thing that makes me sane, not even to start on happiness, is writing. I need to do more of it, and not be so scared, and not be so lazy. And follow some of my own advice.


Maloles Giveaway

I've been having a lot of fun with giveaways recently, haven't I! Well, here's another one. The lovely people at Maloles have offered me 2 pairs of Zoe Ballet flats and 2 pairs of Brigitte Sandals to give away to readers. Again, this competition is open internationally, to anyone who would like to own a pair of my shoes (pinch me still!). All you have to do is comment below with your choice of shoe and your email address so I can contact you. It's that simple! Entries close Sunday, April 13th at 5PM AEST. I can't wait to send my shoes out into the world to some of my readers. I hope that the winners will send me some images of them wearing them, that would be the ultimate thrill. As you can tell, this is still quite a novel thing for me... (pinch me, pinch me, pinch me!)



Sunday, April 6, 2014


Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah. It's that time of year again. It always seems to come around way too fast, and suddenly we're caught up in a whirlwind week of glitz, glamour and glittering parties... Wait. Who am I kidding? Fashion week has never been about that for me. When I was in Perth I found a copy of Hadley Freeman's The Meaning of Sunglasses in a second hand bookstore and spent most of the red-eye back home reading it. I've loved Hadley's writing for a long time and couldn't believe I had somehow missed out on the fact that she had written such an acerbic, cheeky book. There is a chapter in it called 'Fashion Shows aka Darwin in Motion' that seems particularly apt to reference now. Hadley says that there's nothing like a fashion show to put you in your place. It's very true. The whole set up of fashion week - the application for accreditation, the wheedling, needling to get an invitation, your seat assignation, the procession inside, past photographers who could not give less of a shit who you are, the rush backstage of the chosen few, the awkward dichotomy between those clutching goodie bags and those not... - is designed to remind you acutely of your position in the industry. As Hadley says, if the point of fashion week was to see the clothes they would upload images straight to the internet and be done with it. Most of the time you feel like JLaw's best friend at the oscars, except you have to do it 5 TIMES A DAY for a WHOLE WEEK. What's my solution? Simple. Arm yourself with your partner in crime (we're gonna miss you T), slip into your most comfortable, least fashionable footwear, and plan plenty of stops at Bread and Circus in between. We had a pretty good time last year, laughing over ice cream and not sweating the small stuff. More of that this week, please.