By Day Two, I've already reached the point I always do at Fashion Week. The one where I wonder why I'm here and if it really fits with who I am at all. Soon enough, something always spurs my why. This time, it's Aurai Swimwear and Salty Sea.
What is it to be sexy in 2018? On the first day of NZFW, it's designer, Turet Knuefferman -- and her distinctly clever label, Knuefferman -- who gives us the answer we've all been searching for. Hint: it's also potentially the secret to being the most confident individual at your next girl-guy gathering.
Lately, I've been inclined to re-think my mindset around productivity and the glorified "hustle": it turns out all work and no sleep isn't all it's set out to be.
You’ll notice that this post is not titled “5 things I do to combat stress” — and quite purposely so. It's a work in progress -- the whole "dealing with stress" and "not pushing people away" thing. Why not join me in the endeavour this Winter?
Emerging designers don't just stand out for nothing. In the case of Carley Rose The Label, there's more than enough reason to take notice. In the following interview, I talk to Carley about her latest collection, the way she measures her own success, and finally, when she feels most confident.
As of Thursday last week, Sydney welcomed its first custom design hotel. For the duration of MBFW, I have been fortunate enough to trial it. Spoiler alert: it's like no hotel experience I've had before.
Every year, no matter the extent of prep that goes into Fashion Week, things always manage to go slightly (or wildly) different than planned. To Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Australia, I'm trying to take a smarter approach. This is the truthful behind-the-scenes of a blogger prior to Fashion Week.
The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this? I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing. Another…
Just about every second night, I rock up at my boyfriend’s place dressed in his grey trackpants (arguably mine), a pair of stained Nike sneakers and at the very least, four layers of jumpers on top. I literally look like The Rock after a cheat meal – perhaps even bigger. “When you’re girlfriend makes no effort and still looks beautiful,” I’ll mock, aware that I’m breaking just about every rule in both the fashion, and the girl-guy book, and that I’m far from doing so in a cool manner. “You do. You could wear anything and you’d…
I remember sitting in my writing class several years back with a very clear aspiration. Every few days, we would head up to the library and I would loan from them magazines like Time. Its feature writers and columnists, to me, wrote with such an attractive eloquence; I sought to scramble my words as wisely. I did not care so much for current affairs, as I did quite simply, for shit that mattered. Time injected true significance into modern-day media works. It was one of the few mediums appearing to do so. I moved down to Wellington and…