The Day I Wore A Short Skirt to Work
Roughly 3 weeks to a month ago, I confirmed I was coming back to writing for good. At this time, all I knew was how much I wanted to start again. But I’d made a promise without paying thought to how I would keep it. Unsurprisingly, I have not uttered a word since. It’s not laziness that’s been the issue. There simply hasn’t been anything I’ve felt strongly impulsed to talk about— at least, not for more than an hour at once. What’s more, I refuse(d) to return half-heartedly. Fortunately – or unfortunately, as the case appears – life happens…
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Interviewing my 2017 self
A 70s Summer
DAY 4 // INTERVIEW WITH EMERGING DESIGNER, CARLEY ROSE THE LABEL.
The First Entry
This Christmas I was gifted a whimsical journal titled ‘musings’ on the cover. For days of December I dated entries and placed small thoughts. I tied the turquoise bow and coupled it with New World receipts and travel pamphlets in my leather bag. Here it has stayed much of Summer. On sunny days in February, I found myself instead drinking cocktails and nibbling on parmesan-sprinkled fries. I could be caught skinny-dipping at the edge of the city, recording moments through laughter and morning coffee. Today, the sun is out again and to the beach, I’ve finally brought my journal. I have…
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What Would Rihanna Do?
NZFW Day 3 // So is it all that glamorous?
When is it okay to shut off?
5 Reasons You Didn’t Achieve Your New Year’s Resolutions
Well, well, well. It would seem we’ve found ourselves in another year. Happy New Year everyone! Here’s hoping your celebrations were anything but dull. If you follow my Instagram, you’ll know I made it back to Auckland for family Christmas. I shoulder-hopped my way into the New Year once again thanks to Rhythm and Vines. And as we speak, I’m crossing clouds back to Wellington for the remainder of the Summer. One could say it’s been busy. What’s important is I’m back and I’m writing. The champagne glasses are finally clean and in turn, I’m dirtying a mug and a…
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IT’S NOT JANUARY 1ST.. AND THINGS ARE CHANGING.
8 things I wish I said at #NZFW.
Dressing for Success: The Dos and Donts
The Importance of Outer Beauty
It is a wonder to discover that in a world so beguiled by self-image, we can still discern what it is to be truly beautiful. A word layered with endlessly more meaning than the likes of ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’, to relate it to self is far from media-inspired. Belief in our own beauty can be found with whom the revenue-driven discourage a visit: our raw and untouched selves. It is here where we shall uncover that to be beautiful is no more than to feel it. Over the past couple of weeks, I have subconsciously divulged into the topic of beauty…
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Let’s Talk About The Edit.
World of Fashion (not so Fashion-y)
FORGET WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HOTELS: THIS IS THE COLLECTIONIST.
First Year Uni: What I really learnt.
Last Thursday at 10.30am, I completed my first year at university. While it carried with it a sense of relief, The End docked with much less triumph than I imagined it would. It felt indefinite, unsure if this was the destination, if we’d even boarded the right ship. For weeks now, people have been filtering out of the halls. I’ve fought with final days, with wind, rain and Descartes theories condensed on an A4 piece of paper. And despite how it couldn’t have come sooner, the end of first year has given rise to an oddly unattached emotion. I imagine retiring will…
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NZFW DAY ONE: SEEN AND LIKED
IT’S NOT JANUARY 1ST.. AND THINGS ARE CHANGING.
Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?
My Greatest Fear
I have come, perhaps with the age of false indestructibility, to fear little. In fact – and I don’t mean to begin on such a bleak note – I barely fear death. Sure, to fathom the pain scares me. The idea that I will not complete all I hope to – this is scary. The actual concept of no longer existing, however, doesn’t panic me. If such is the way of life, then I am accepting. It is out-with my control, and thus I needn’t dwell. I’d rather live instead. I don’t hesitate when I step onto a plane for…
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NZFW DAY TWO // LESSONS I’VE LEARNT
NZFW // Weddings, Wynn Hamlyn and that’s a Wrap.
MBFW DAY TWO // 3.30am Wake-Ups, Nip-Slips and Anna Quan.
5 things you should know about
1. Melie’s Kitchen I remember when I was five and ‘cake time’ was a regularity, even an expectation of birthday parties. A fan or not, we all anticipated the moment for what it entailed. This, of course, was a multitude of things. In addition to a birthday wish, granted was permission for guests to a) leave, b) dive into the more appealing sausage rolls and fairy bread, or c) eat a slice so sizeable that on any other occasion, it would call for judgement. At about 11 years old, the cake tradition died out. It was for the best, too. Cakes…
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The Day I Wore A Short Skirt to Work
Switching off for the girl who never can
A 70s Summer
For the love of Melbourne
I have this dream. Up against Dr King’s, I’ll admit, it’s a pretty petty one. It’d make sense as an opening speech; the sort that can’t be heard because people are still bustling about, waiting for the person they came to see. The likelihood is they can’t even physically see me: I’m not allowed to stand above the last step, and this is no doubt giving the crowd an excuse to turn a blind eye. Blind eyes do see again though. When Dr. King walks out, he announces how happy he is to be joined by everyone on a day…
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BEHIND OUR FASHION
FORGET WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HOTELS: THIS IS THE COLLECTIONIST.
The Beginning of Belgium
Breakfast at Knuefermann’s
On Thursday last week, I stood outside the Knuefermann store at 9am. I lifted my glasses at the window, peering with a quiet admiration. I was Holly Golightly outside Tiffany’s in New York, 1943. In the background, Moon River was playing, and I could almost make out the very water flowing through Savannah, Georgia. Mancini wrote about it with a yearning, a nostalgia I think I understand. Knuefermann’s collection is like looking out at the night sky. Darkness lit only by reflection: it falls into the shimmering water below. She captures the grey days that follow. They are marked with…
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Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?
The Four Voices of NZFW: What They Do and Don’t Say
Let’s Talk About The Edit.
REALITY CHECKS
Day 4 of NZFW, and I’m beginning to understand the limitation that is tiredness. Much alike to navigating the kitchen, it’s something I should have learned a long time ago. Being stubborn, I chose instead to let my parents argue with the bags under my eyes for years. My 7 year old self was still not convinced. She dabbled in the practice until about 3am when her eyes would flash open and she would deem it time to get ready. She’d have about 3 hours to clean up her room and play with her toys, then, to wake up and…
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FORGET WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HOTELS: THIS IS THE COLLECTIONIST.
A 70s Summer
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