This way, being the direction of any patisserie. In today’s case, in the direction of Le Bon Choix, Paddington. Its unmistakable French aesthetic provides the perfect background for some Fashion-Week-esque shots, and when you throw in the delicacies – it’s the perfect location.
What else to wear while enjoying the fading warmth of summer/disgustingly sweet caramel doughnut, than the tried and tested skirt-and-band-tee ensemble? An unequivocal staple in my wardrobe, I’ve been favouring the combination decidedly more often as summer draws to a close. In saying this, the change of season only highlights its versatility. Extremely customisable for any temperature – throw on a shearling lined corduroy jacket, some nylons and glitter boots and Bob’s your uncle.
Wearing: vintage Kiss tee sourced by Aquarium Vintage & Costume, lace up leather mini-skirt by Neon Hart @ General Pants & Co, boots by Therapy, sunglasses by Minkpink
Photography by Hannah Rowell
Quite literally, on fire. A rouge summer’s day of 29 degrees planted between the cool, wet days of early autumn – of course the one day I want wear a delicious fur vest. However, if there is one thing I have learnt over the last 22 years, its that I’m extremely (worryingly) willing to suffer if it means looking good. This ‘fit makes it easy to suffer though – if you are overheating, you’re too distracted by the drape of the slip, the texture of the fur, and your sudden resemblance to Florence Welch to notice.
Even with the promise of butt-crack sweat looming in the distance (because let’s be real, winter in Brisbane is just not that hot), every year around mid-March, I find myself drooling over outerwear, trying to rationalise the purchase of a full length fur coat, and forcing myself to wear leather pants. No wonder Australians have all gone to live in the UK, we just want to be able to wear our bloody jeans.
Wearing: Terracotta faux fur vest by Piper, vintage lace slip, boots by Spell & the Gypsy Collective, sunglasses by Minkpink
Photography by Hannah Rowell
I know it may seem a little late (or early) for a retrospective, but stick with me. One year ago today, I picked up my entire life and set it back down in Brisbane – relatively friendless, completely jobless, but not hopeless. What followed was the most amazing time – incredible friends, some strange jobs, too much alcohol, too much food, bad decisions, good decisions – and because I’m a millennial, I’ve taken photos of it all.
In addition to the plethora of probably pointless photos I took over the past year, I came away with just as many life lessons:
- Say yes. You never know what adventure, story or friendship could come out of the most unlikely of activities.
- Find the beauty in everything. I know, this sounds very much like something you’d find on the front of a glitter diary at Typo, but when we’re buried in our phones constantly we tend to miss things. You don’t need to pull a total Ferris Bueller and make the whole city your playground, but look up once in a while and just notice how great everything really is.
- Love really is all around. Download Tinder, say hello to the cute person on the bus, give a stranger a compliment. If you really go out and look, human connection and love are so readily available anywhere you go.
- Just do it. Nike were really onto something. Stop overthinking every situation and apply for that job, book that flight, enrol into that course. Start the journey, figure out the logistics later.
- Practice gratitude. As I detailed in another post, making an effort to practice gratitude will change your life completely, no matter what situation you’re in.
I have two talents. Standing out in the street, smiling and pretending it’s not as hot as the devils armpit, and exclusively wearing shoes that turn my feet into one huge blister.
As uncomfortable as they might be, it’s surprisingly easy to rationalise wearing them when the temperature gauge resembles my blood pressure tests at the doctors (read: very high!!). You’re already in pain wearing anything more than underwear, so why not go the whole hog and look cute while you’re hating everything around you?
Plus, when your outfit costs nearly 2K all up (sorry mum), you shut your mouth and wear it without complaining – butt crack sweat or not.
Wearing: vintage Pink Floyd shirt sourced by Storeroom Vintage, skirt by Glassons, bag by Poppy Lissiman, wingtip brogues by Robert Clergerie, lipstick by M.A.C. in the shade Russian Red
Photography by Hannah Rowell
My number one concern as we hurtle towards the cooler months (or any month at all, really), is my skin. While I’m no longer experiencing hormonal breakouts reminiscent of my teen years, I’m still battling seasonal dryness/oiliness – though my skin issues have changed, they’re still about as stubborn as 13-year-old me.
I’d heard of The Ordinary before, but when you’re in the trenches fending off acne, the low prices (if you can you believe it) are often a deterrent. I’d tried $15 drugstore brands before, and all I got was an irritation and hydrogen peroxide bleached towels. I was convinced that the only answer was spending $140 on serums and lotions that promised to solve all my problems AND do my taxes.
Fast forward two years and one move to Brisbane later, when $140 is better spent on rent and you know, food, The Ordinary‘s day has come. Their student-friendly budget is the least of their selling points – potent, highly concentrated formulas bring out the best in my skin, with products to suit every single one of my concerns, sans gimmicks or tacky marketing ploys. All that AND under $30? Yes, please.
Pictured: Hyaluronic Acid, Advanced Retinoid Serum and Cold-Pressed Moroccan Argan Oil. All available at Priceline, Myer and online.