McQueen And I

I finally watched the doco...You should too, if you haven't already.

                         

Jean Paul Gaultier S/S 2014

When Fashion is fun, you have fun too. Now that's a fashion show. A true celebration of frivolity, fabulousness and amazing heights of hair...so many Amy impersonators. But how's about the little moral of the story at the end? Beat up a woman and Rossy de Palma will beat the shit out of you. Hooray for music, hooray for fashion and hooray for Rossy

Bag Mash up

Here you go, a miscellaneous mash up of Men's bags and accessories.  You know, it helps to put stuff in there and stuff and then transport it with you and stuff or whatever.  And for all you stink men, try to put deo in there for you b.o. And then use it. Just a hint, that's all I'm saying. The End.

Bolt to me, Pollini

I'm a baaaad mother. Neglectful, thank goodness I didn't leave you in the back seat of my car on a forty degree heat day...Pokies here we come! (Hunches back and rubs hands together, eyes only gleam when the cha-ching is heard). Sad days people.

This post is mainly dedicated to my southern hemisphere visitors, summer is over for you northerners so block your ears and pull out your boots. It's our turn now to soak up a little Vitamin D. Rain beams on me sun (I will cry) my toothpaste complexion needs a good kick up the pants. And while my pants are being kicked Imma gonna wear some nice wooden muchacha heels, all bolted up. Gold bolts too, coz that's how I roll.  At least I will be slightly taller than 5ft nada! Pollini you soooooo retro eye-talian, it's a good thing.