NO-CHELLA

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As every woman, man, child, dog, cat and fish knows, this past weekend was home to the annual meeting of every flower-crown-fur-jacket-bindi-lingerie-as-clothes hipsters – Coachella. Those of us who aren’t lucky enough to go, usually disparage to the nth degree – “Ugh. Another Coachella post. I’m so sick of this.”, or “it’s not even that great of a lineup! Like, it’s only Beyonce.” – but deep down inside, I know we all share the same burning desire to be out in the Californian desert, soaking up all the insane music (its only Beyonce???!!!), socialising with celebrities, drinking way too many vodka-redbulls and taking 50, 000, 000 photos of our outfits.

Instead of wearing thigh high boots and 10 kilos worth of jewellery, I injected some festival flavour into my day-to-day ensembles, experimenting with my eyeshadow instead of dousing myself in glitter, and drinking tea instead of vodka-redbulls. It was ok. (It wasn’t.)

Wearing: velvet flares by Arnhem, tee by RCVA, ankle booties by Senso, hat by Don’t Ask Amanda, bag by Topshop.

Photography by Hannah Rowell

ON REPEAT // CHILL’D MIX

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WALK THIS WAY

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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

GIRL IS ON FIRE

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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