Saturday, August 23, 2014

dem overalls

My uniform for my holiday in New Zealand. I can't wait for a week of lazy brunches, afternoon shopping and not taking my overalls off at all. If anyone has any tips for cafes, restaurants or must do things in Auckland, send me an email or leave me a comment! Cos I'm outta here...


Saturday, August 16, 2014


Lea Seydoux is the physical embodiment of what it feels like to be young. These pictures remind me so much of a friend of mine, who was always the one who grabbed me by the hand and told me not to worry (right before we were about to do something stupid). She's the one with whom I've had pretty much every single crazy act of youthful silliness, and I've never seen her cry. She's youthfulness in a person - all of its invincibility and confidence - and it's invigorating just to have a drink, just to share a cigarette, with her. Let's all smile and lie around in the sun.


write stuff

Susan Sontag // Joan Didion // Tina Brown

Badass writers that make it all look so easy. I'm gonna be like that when I grow up. 


Wednesday, August 13, 2014


So drawn to these pretty, girly shades right now. A colour palette that sounds like this.


Sunday, August 10, 2014

dem jeans 3.0

Ah, the white jeans saga. Remember that old chestnut? In 25 words or less, I got them. Want the full version? I got them and they're amazing and I haven't taken them off because they're amazing. I wore them to work on Friday, with a sweater and lots of gold bling, I wore them to the markets to eat breakfast and drink chai in the sun, with a denim jacket and birkenstocks, I wore them to the movie in the evening, when I ate my body weight in popcorn and watched Guardians of the Galaxy, and I will wear them forevermore. They're perfect and they're so unlike me - I'm messy and scruffy and my clothes are covered in marks: grass stains, chocolate fingerprints, spilt tea - but I love them. So without further ado, a little polyvoring seem to be in order...

The markets
The movies

The office


Saturday, August 9, 2014


Waking up from an In Bed evening is like nothing else. Soft linen sheets make the second best bedfellows. In Bed has just launched a journal - the food was done by nomad Sam (her instagram is the worst/best right now) - and a while back I wrote a few little book reviews for them. What fun! You can read the first one here.


breakfast + overalls......

... is exactly what the subject line was in the email I sent to myself when I stumbled upon this link. Can't think of anything better on a cold, crisp saturday like today. Breakfast with friends and the comfiest thing in your wardrobe. I love Saturdays.


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

flour to the people

I'm a bit starved for fashion inspiration at the moment. It's a work thing, I've mostly just been wearing variations on the same black and navy and grey outfit every day for the past five weeks. Then, on the weekend, I went to the Flour Market (which was everything and more, and I ate a cronut at 9 am in the morning and lived to tell the tale) and saw this girl working at the Brickfields store wearing white jeans and an oatmeal sweater, and so I wanted to wear white jeans and an oatmeal sweater. I've been wanting white jeans for ages but wasn't sure if they were life appropriate, but seeing this girl has made me realise that they categorically are, provided that the fit is relaxed and the cut is right. I tried some on at Country Road the other day (but I can't find them on their website!!! A bad sign). They were perfect and I chickened out of buying them. I'm making a bee-line there this weekend to see if this perfect pair of white jeans are still hanging around. I bet you're glad that you've been updated on my current thoughts re: white jeans. It's seriously all I can think about at the moment. Work, the state of Beyonce and Jay-Z's marriage, and white jeans.


Friday, August 1, 2014


A lot has happened over the past few weeks. I forgot to update love love love, and that was part of it (I promise to do August soon!) The short, 25 words or less version, is that I got a job. A full time job. A really, really, really good one. The kind of full time job that could drag me away from my freelance world of sleeping and writing, writing and sleeping, breakfast at 1 pm, lazy lunches in cronulla with RKA. This job is so good that I've had to pinch myself a few times just to remind me that it's real. The downside is, there's a little less time to spend here. But I'm still around, just a little less frequent. I hope that's okay. The other downside is that I no longer have a freelancer's weekend. Now, I am genuinely waiting for saturday. It's the first time in my life that I've felt like this. It's a new feeling. A strange one. And exciting, too. Saturdays are for: hot coffee, cosy cardigans, birkenstocks, reading in bed, long breakfasts, waking up slow, jumpsuits and overalls, farmer's markets, midday movies, changing your clothes, buying flowers, whispering and then laughing, more coffee (maybe a chai), buying magazines, taking your shoes off, messy hair, no makeup, short journeys, afternoon tea, cake, trying on stuff, being indecisive, making last minute plans, having a really good time. I love my Saturdays now.


Thursday, July 31, 2014


I used to think I wanted a house full of light. Clean, white and light. But after seeing this London townhouse I think I've changed my mind. I want a house that's green - green outside and green inside - a rich, bottle green, a dark, sumptuous green, all the better for pairing wood and gold with. I want bookshelves and bookshelves, comfy chairs, low tables and even more books. Green for plants, for vegetables, for jade and formica, green for the covers of Penguin crime classics. Looks good, doesn't it?