goOOooOogley eyes

I don't have much to say really. A very googley eye DIY. Nice skirt. The End.

Ivory Madonna

Prada you are my manna coming to inspire me and my closet. Bejeweled and bewitching, holy and pious you feed my fashion soul to the brim because when I think no one cares, no one has any taste you come to my salvation and lift and raise my spirits in pure glorious ecstasy. You are my holy experience, my spirit fashion beast if you will. Never stop the love of design elegance and creativity. You complete me Prada, now to complete my wardrobe.

Flavour of the month...Tic-Tacs

A very good friend of mine made a comment of those fashionably pristine boys dressed in white that was posted last month. As I was complaining how to keep white clean she pointed out that they looked like metrosexual Tic-Tacs. Of course I fell off my chair laughing because hey, she's a freaking genius. I just wanted to point out there was also female Tic-Tacs strutting their virginal whites all over the place at Sydney Fashion week. Tic-Tacs are fresh and minty, so BAM! 

Getting it off my rather ample chest...I did read an article in the teeny, weeny, tiny fashion section in today's The Australian paper about how fascinating pointy white patent pumps are and how they will save your life. I say bollocks to pointy patent white pumps, I don't give a damn who designed them, they are hideous, hideous I tell you. Take it to the trash. Don't you remember the end scene of Serial Mom? Yeah that's right Kathleen Turner gets nasty...(No spoiler alerts here, go watch the film). 'Fashion has changed' the character pleas. 'No it hasn't' says Soap and Sacrifice to the TV 'trash be trash, fool'.

Some of these gals are alright. Alright to me.

Joan Collins would be proud

Slashy.

Orange it works for a living.

 Brown bag ain't doing you any favours honey!

Sporty chic, me likey.

Oh, I just couldn't help myself...

Ombrè Delight

Photo correspondance from my pal in Milan.  My pal,  he says to me 'Signorina Soapie you gotta de zee dis. Is amazinga, you know?'.  Si, I says to my pal, I says 'Giuseppe, you are-a so righ, is a beaudiful shoes, eyesa gotta share wid da world, you know?'

So Mr. Magli Sir, you have struck a fine and dandy chord with a few of us. It's a luxurious sea of ombrè delight. Exotic skins can be worn only those brave enough to be just enough, exotic.  My heart skips and jumps and sings a little diddly piddly song of 'gleeeeee'. 'Hooray' Signorina Soapie shouts I found a shoe for my future husband/s to wear and when they finally come out of the closet at least I know they'll be high queens of style. Tears of joy.

Is there a God?

Fucking jelly shoes. 

I know we are having a 90s revival (in some spheres it never went away) but oogy boogy people, do we really want to revive the fisherman jelly fad? When I was living in Italy as a small child I admit I had a pair of fluro orange ones with a green fish on the soul but can I tell you (and in fact I will) I used them for the beach. It was a pebble beach and therefore quite acceptable and functional and shit, I was a kid and kids love bright obnoxious colours and like to skip and jump and frollick in the water without cutting their tootsies. Now, here's a question for you, would you go to Fashion Week and now I mean any fashion week around the world and wear these? Is this meant to be high street fashion? Is this meant to be fashion period!? Is this the soul of Australian fashion? Is that all there is? Fuck me Australia wear your blooming $5 rubber thongs and call it a day. You should be ashamed of your blatent disrespect to footwear. Stop kiiling me with your bad taste and disinterest of footwear culture and labour. Not only do you prove to me that you want to kill any decent footwear but also the people who create it (like me). STOP BEING RIDICULOUS!!! And while you are at it continue to rip off, copy, butcher any artistic new idea, development of Australian style, culture and thought. CREATE A VOICE AND USE IT, SUPPORT IT!

Fucking Jelly shoes!

Men in White

So crispy and clean cut. How the hell do they keep their suits so clean. One things for sure these 

folk ain't eating bolognese for supper.

Sydney Fashion Week April 2013

The week that was...Sydney Fashion Week. My first in fact, no longer an Australian Fashion Week virgin. I now can hold my head held up high as I retort 'Well that ain't no Milano Fashion Week...' I did have fun though and let's face it Australians are super friendly. I do hate your fascination with thongs though but I forgive you as you strive to find your fashion identity. Here take a look at some of the kids having fun in the sun! This is just a little taste...for now.