boys wanna be her, girls wanna be her

Sometimes Kill's band mate to Jamie Hince, sometimes model, most of the time (as it appears at the moment) happily fronting new four piece super group The Dead Weather with the formidable Jack White.

I introduce Alison Mosshart aka the latest in a long line of my obsessions.

Not since Stevie Nicks has a leading lady fronted a band with such sass and blatant I don't give a f*ck attitude (she chain smokes on stage for hours on end and rarely interacts with the crowd). Her style is thrown together in that casually cool effortless way with a wardrobe that exposes long draping cardigans in Mexican patterns, plaid shirts thrown over ripped tees, torn jeans, scuffed vintage boots one day and Dior Homme gold boots the next.

Only Miss Mosshart would rock a Chloe show in chunky boots, torn jeans and pearls that would put the Queen to shame...and not only that but get away with it while smirking at the cameras. She strolls around town in leopard print overcoats, fur jackets and skinny leg jeans and essentially is what Kate Moss tries to be. The difference you ask? She has a voice to carry it off (Moss' warbling alongside Pete Doherty on La Belle et Le Bete just didn't quite cut it for me). Mosshart is in fact a source of contention between Hince and Moss and if you follow your tabloids as avidly as I do, you will note that she is said to have caused many a scuffle between the two. Moss vs Mosshart? Now there is a fight I would happily buy ringside tickets to see, can you imagine the leopard print and Louboutins that would come flying out of that one?

Allison Mosshart is the type of rock chick that the boys want and the girls want to be. Her blase somewhat arrogant attitude, killer voice and epic style has me hanging from the heavens.

Love her.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7QSkI6My1g

Boys wanna be her. Girls wanna be her - Peaches

walk this way, talk this way

Found these little gems on the Topshop website and my black heart skipped a beat. I have two pairs of ankle boots that I have worn to death over the past few months, and although I still love them dearly and will likely refuse to part ways with them this summer, I think its time for some newbies...just because.

With my credit card on the way to being cleared and the overseas debt starting to subside (ever so slightly), I think it is my duty to give these boots a home. I have cleared a space in the wardrobe and laid down some tissue paper in anticipation of their arrival. Now I just need to decide between the Alexus mesh boot, the Able Suede Heeled Trainer or the Alexus Platform Chelsea boot.

Or should I bite the proverbial bullet and tell all three pairs to start walking this way?

Walk this Way - Aerosmith

its not the weather, hand me my leather

Miroslava Duma got me onto leather shorts. I couldn't' stop thinking about them after seeing her sporting a brown A-line pair at New York Fashion week earlier this year. Epic perfection if there was such a thing.

I managed to track down a pair at an op shop off Sydney Road in Brunswick a month or so ago. Much to my horror when I returned to purchase them they were all but gone. Because who wouldn't' want to snap up a $60 pair of vintage black leather shorts ? Silly silly girl I am.

Since then, I have yet to find anything close to what I am after. For now I will just have to make do with the burnt orange leather skirt I managed to find last week...and live in hope that come winter I will be able to, a) afford a pair of Alexander Wang's leather shorts or, b) track down the buyer of those op shop shorts and offer them a pretty penny in exchange for what was rightfully mine.

And it's not the weather. Hand me my leather

- lyrics by Tori Amos -

sunday pretties

Sometimes you should knock back Sunday afternoon drinks with friends to spend time with your sister, to spend time eating pancakes, to spend time laughing at each other, to spend time walking the streets with the sun beating down on your back, to spend time wandering aimlessly around Chapel Street Bazaar searching for all things silver and floaty floral summer dresses, to spend time napping in the afternoon, to spend time watching repeats of Seinfeld, to spend time looking at pretty pretty photos.

So whilst my friends kicked back at Windsor Castle, numerous ice cold Corona's in hand, I did the family thing and despite the pancakes (with lashing of whipped butter and maple syrup aside), my waistline feels all the better for it :)

if tear drops were silver, oh how i'd shine

Gold has a social standing like no other and is often associated with the rich, the wealthy and the royal. For years people have panned for gold, finance gurus have eagerly watched the monetary value of gold rise and fall on a daily basis and many a rap star have implanted a gold tooth as a way of expressing that they had finally made it in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

But for me personally, I dig on silver. A silver spiked ring, a silver studded belt, a silver studded cuff, a silver skull, a silver pendant, a silver hematite cuff, a silver aubaine nail bracelet, the list could go on forever...

Needless to say every cloud has a silver lining and for me I see a silver future courtesy of the folk at Urban Outfitters.

you are my high

They say when you fall in love, not even the sweetest words can explain that feeling you feel, that euphoria within. You just want to be with that person day and night, never far apart.

I think I now understand what people have been banging on about for years...and I am finally ready to admit to it.

I'M IN LOVE...

with these Kirrily Johnston shoes.

I spotted them on the catwalk a few months ago but it wasn't until I placed them on my feet in store last week that I had a real Cinderella moment.

To some they may seem just a clunky mass of platform shoe but to me, oh-to-me they are just the sweetest things alive.

I will happily stop seeing my friends and forgo the single life if I can spend every waking moment with these things. In my mind I have already paired them with my faux leather American Apparel leggings for a result that will give the illusion that I'm actually no less than ten feet tall.

All I hope now is that they don't break my heart because I have already written "Kirrily Johsnton Platform Searching Heel 4EVA" all over my pencil case.

give me sun, give me dirt, give me water

The Waif's said it best when they sang, give me sun, give me dirt, give me water. The only thing they forgot to add (sand replacing dirt aside), was give me ZIMMERMAN.

I'm sure they just forgot to add in that last lyric when they wrote a song with sweet everlasting love in mind.

Sun plus sand plus water plus Zimmerman equals my idea of summer bliss.

Log on to zimmermanwear.com and their bold choice of patterns, colours and the combination of a mismatch of the two are purely and simply amazing.

They subtly manage to incorporate runway trends into their swimwear collection that are still practical enough to withstand the wear and tear of the surf. Case in point with their summer 09/10 collection where there are cut outs, tie backs, lace ups, corset boning and draping. This all may sound odd in reference to swimwear but I challenge you to find a pair that doesn't enhance your finer features.

I refuse to endure a summer long season without the purchase of at least one pair of Zimmerman's bikinis. This year however I am fighting an uphill sand dune battle. I have my eye on no less than three pairs but an old promise I made to myself wayyy back in June (to forgo the purchase of Zimmerman bikinis for an entire year due to the spend-age of a weeks plus wage on a pair of Fleur T for Topshop bikinis when I was in London) has returned to haunt me.

Lucky for me I don't live for the past, I live a little for the future (i.e the future beach parties I hope to attend) and a lot for the now.

So for now, the Zimmerman summer gods are pointing me in the direction of the Bittersweet Twist one-piece in orchid....and the Billow loop knot bikinis in lilac....and perhaps the Chelsea frill bandeau bikini in leopard print.

say hi to a better forever

On Friday I was saddened to hear of the passing of Daul Kim. You've heard it all before I'm sure, but the tragic loss of someone so young is truly heartbreaking. I have had many friends who have spent years suffering depression and to think that there are those that go it alone and see no way out is almost too much to bare.

So when you get a spare chance and a spare dollar perhaps think about donating to a charity that supports those that suffer from this terrible illness.

Daul Kim was a beauty of large proportions, I'm sure both inside and out. The last post on her blog was titled 'say hi to forever'. I truly hope that her new forever welcomed her with open arms on Friday and that she has now found that peace she was desperately searching for.

chloe watch

It's been a while since I have seen Chloe lurking about the social pages or the party scene slide shows at style.com

Needless to say she has returned with a swagger only Sevigny could pull off and how I have missed her quirky style so. In the past week she has made appearances at the MOCA New 20th Anniversary Gala & after party, then there was Prada's book launch cocktail party and lastly Tom Ford's 'A Single Man' Closing night soiree.

As always she was rocking the mismatched look to perfection. Because who wouldn't think to pair a sequined high neck blouse with a floral skirt or to wear a twin set cardigan with exposed lingerie?

Oh just to have the presence, the pizazz and the gusto that our dear Chloe does...just for one day.

jalouse is a curse

I'm not sure why (a sentiment of sheer boredom perhaps) but last night, I felt the need to go through a back catalogue of editions of Jalouse Magazine. Jalouse would have to be one of mon absolutement favourites (ssshhh don't tell Rush or Harper's, for I fear retribution).

A french magazine for the young and by the young, Jalouse has been the magazine devoted almost entirely to the trendy in crowd in Paris. Noted for its daring and contemporary editorial pieces since its inception in 1998, it looks towards pushing an avant-garde view that shakes up preconceived ideas and constantly innovates.

Such was my obsession with getting my hands on editorial years gone by that I hardly thought the need to sleep. A sleepless night and many happy hours later, the result is a little post on some of my Jalouse favourites....enjoy.

A subscription to Jalouse has been placed as number one on my Christmas wish list, lets hope someone pulls through.