Where we're going

Recently, I worked on a photo shoot doing creative direction and styling with two good friends of mine, James Stringer (photographer) and Michelle Brindle (MAC make up artist).  This is like a second form of my winter wishlist featuring pieces from the winter collections of Stolen Girlfriends club, Twenty seven names, Lover, Cheap Monday's, Vanishing Elephant and Beau Coops shoes. 

Let me know if you have a favourite photo!

You can check out the images in a higher resolution here.

Models Laken Yarker and Thomas Parsons @ Alimcd.co.nz

Clothing @ Slick Willys

Styling : Yeshe Dawa

Makeup : Michelle Brindle using MAC

Hair : Kylie Crutchley @ Sliver

Surreptitious sneakings of surprise

This is how I would wear colour too.  Understated hints peeing through from the depths of a dark warm winter jacket. All my main man needs to do here is wear his hood up and it'd be parfait! 

Winter Wonderland Wishlist

After two days of rain I've resigned myself to the fact that summer is finally over.  Less daylight, horizontal rain, damp chucks after walking across the football field.

Winter, however, means  mulled wine in small bars, electric blankets left on three all night, flannelet everything, slow cooker casseroles and sitting in front of the fire at my parents eating apple crumble and ice cream. 

Attire wise, winter is a damn good excuse to don one's opaque tights every day (70 denier just doesn't work on a sunny day), chunky scarfs all up in your face, cold ears kept warm by beanies crocheted by your mum, and my absolute favourite, MITTENS.

I wish that all of these were mine,

as then I'd be looking mighty fine. 

Twenty Seven Names

Juliette Hogan

Karen Walker

Lonely Hearts

Nom D

Stolen Girlfriends Club

Sophie Burrows

Karen Walker Eyewear

Yeah, so there's not much sun.  Meh.  They're just too beautiful to not want. 

Senor Fat Cat

Cats are the funniest animal on this planet.  

How could you be sad, shitty, upset, down, bored, lonely or tetchy looking at Senor Fat cat here?  I certainly couldn't.

"MrrrroawcatfoodgivemecatfoodIcanseeitwithmylittlecateyesimreallyhungrymraowmraowmroawmroawiwontstopmraowingtillyoufeedmeeeemraaaowjellymeat".

I talk to my cat when I see him.  I often get caught by the neighbours launching into a full blown impression of him.  In most instances it's as he stands beside me while I try to unlock the kitchen door, edging into my legs trying to get in first, thinking he has me fooled with his little show of love before he zip zap zooms in as soon as the lock clicks.  My impression consists of one continuous long droning sound; it starts out low and undulates, weaving and winding in and out of various off pitch, nail on chalkboard octaves before petering off into a faint purr in the distance.  I've got it down to a fine art if I do say so myself.  No behind the hedge mutterings or peering glances through doily curtains is going to curb my enthusiasm.  

In the door finally

Monday 

colourful people

colourful cats

And then a bit of both

xx

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