if wishes were horses.

when i was a little girl i used to dream of owning a pony. every birthday i looked excitedly into our suburban backyard in hope and anticipation that somehow this dream had materialised and i could finally horse-ride to school. of course, my parents politely ignored what they thought of as being a ridiculous request. so instead i spent hours surrounded by my rather extensive plastic horse collection. then one day i received a skateboard...  when i saw this amazing horse print by chloe constantinidi for antipodium i think once again that yes. actually, i really would like that pony. x
shirt: antipodium/ skirt: romance was born/ shoes: maison martin margiela 

tellier.

chin music for the unsuspecting.

this fernando frisoni skirt was a completely unsuspecting purchase made one day late last year while i was trawling the online shops. a little rush ensues each time i re-discover it hanging in my wardrobe. 
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skirt: fernando frisoni
top: gail sorronda
shoes: maison martin margiela
tights: wolford

a cause des garcons.

comme des garcons ss12. paris fashion week.
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images (imaxtree nymag) via truefashionista

these are the days.

i kept trying to convince myself that i definitely do not need to purchase this karen walker flower print. suddenly, no matter where i looked, all i could see was bursts of apple blossoms and geraniums. and act like a goof. spring does that to you, i think.

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skirt: karen walker

shirt: vintage chanel

cape: gail sorronda

shoes: maison martin margiela

 

futurisms.

i am very much fascinated by these futuristic creations of mr chalayan. and my dreams of future time travel will not be shattered by some cern scientist. 
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image via hussein chalayan blog

that jazz.

the spiegeltent, as part of brisbane festival situated in the middle of brisbane's king george square, may have gotten there after dropping from a passing-by other worldly flying machine. it is a carnival tent of whatever and wherever your imagination may take you. although there are no dubious moustachioed carnival-folk lurking in shadows to show you 'magic tricks'. yesterday it was  home to single black notes that together created beautiful sounds. jazz... you could imagine through rose coloured lenses like it was a noisy southern drinking house, cigar-haze filled air filling your lungs. spilt wild turkey. as the shrill pitch of jazz trumpet floats through the smoke. the double bass keeps an irregular beat, step by step, to murmurs emanating from a muffled trombone. i may have looked silly, bouncing in my seat and head-bopping. nonetheless, the brisbane contemporary jazz orchestra were really good. 

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