5 STEPS TO GETTING BACK INTO ROUTINE.
Heading back to Melbourne from #NZFW, it appears life isn't about to slow down anytime soon. Getting back into routine as soon as possible (especially after travel) is pertinent. Here's how I'm doing it.
School days are over: it’s cool to be kind.
I talked recently about wanting to spread a different message at NZFW -- one that wasn’t characterised by the worth of my clothing or the reputation of my family name. On Day 4, with the help of Flo & Frankie, I decided just what that message would be. Here at Currently Loving, we're standing up for kindness.
8 things I wish I said at #NZFW.
We've all walked away from an event, a person, or a circumstance and wished we'd said certain things. Here's 8 I wish I said at NZFW, as well as a taste for Day Three events; my thoughts on emerging and established designers.
SEEN AND LIKED: A HUMBLE MOMENT AT NZFW.
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.
NZFW DAY ONE : BEING SEXY IN 2018
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.
Day in the Life of a Social Media Manager
It’s one of those rare, calm days here in Wellington city. I’ve taken to the waterfront, as I often do, for a little break from my laptop screen. It’s Monday. It’s the 18th of September. Like the bay, I am content. As I wander, Siri documents my words. I look odd to the scattering of people whom I pass and yet, it doesn’t faze me. It is far more satisfying to adjourn with fresh air than it is with a blank Pages document. Fortunately I talk much the way I write anyway. More than talking, I find…
I wore track pants to NZFW. Here’s why it matters.
Day 5 of NZFW, I began with a rather charming, resort-style outfit. By about 6pm, I had exchanged floral for monochrome; Kate Spade’s ambassador for Michael Jackson 2003. Eh, perhaps I’m overselling it. I got cold. That’s right, it happens. Even at Fashion Week. In fact, especially here. You try promoting Spring in the last month of Winter. That shit is tough. I even got tired of prancing about in cute, leather sandals. #pityme Although it would be my usual tendency to battle for beauty, this occasion, I was far from in the mood. 5 days…
So.. what are you doing with your life?
It is on two occasions – both at family dinner and in midst of NZFW – that I’ve found life tends to raise a hand with its most frequently asked question. So what exactly are you planning to do with me, it asks. Well, not in so many words. Like many a doubts it has, it projects this one by way of intrigued (otherwise, arguably snide) individuals. “So where are you taking this?”, they ask, never not sending me into a haze of self-questioning: Should I know? Wait, what is it I want to do…
NZFW // Weddings, Wynn Hamlyn and that’s a Wrap.
To the absolute pleasure of some, NZFW has finally closed its curtains for 2017. A friend had announced some wise words earlier in the week, “come Friday and I really don’t want to be here”, as if to predict the way I too would feel by close. I was sore from too much sitting and uncomfortable from too much standing. My SIM card was and does remain galore with content of which I am progressively losing the brain capacity to curate. That’s right, I’m asking for your pity. But even more so, for a breathe of fresh air, a break…
You look good in anything you wear. Really?
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…