into the woods we go

Went to see a friends' boyfriend's band play last night in Carlton. Suprisingly I actually dragged my jet lagged self out at 10pm from the super warm comfort of the bed in which I had been in all day and I am glad I did so. Theses guys are a seven piece band with a definite folk sound and are inluenced by the likes of The Beatles, The Shins and Fleet Foxes. Loving their song 'where the river meets the sea', very pretty.

You can catch them on triplejunearthed.com or ch-ch-check out their myspace page

http://www.myspace.com/intothewoodstheband

p.s. I was also pretty happy that I finally got to wear the lace tights I bought here in Melbourne wayyyy back in Feb (european summers don't allow for such layers of clothes). I wore them with some old old boots I found when cleaning out my wardrobe. I think I used to wear them to uni a few years back, they are sooo long that I can actually nearly wear them as thigh high boots which just excited me even more. Yes my wardrobe is that bad that I often forget about all the bits and pieces I have in there. So help me!

all points in any direction but south

The subject is music festivals. We say it’s all about the music but you and I both know that it is just as easily about what those around you are sporting rather than listening to.

For us mere mortals festivals usually mean footwear that is comfortable, carefully torn Levis made into shorts, accompanied by oversized tees and whatever eyewear the fashion gods have deemed us to wear that season. We have learnt to hold on all things fluro and we pray there are fewer males with tees on than off. And while we usually struggle in blistering summer sun as beads of sweat trickle down our legs and the minimal makeup we have applied melts deeper into the dust marks that now line our face, it appears that this isn’t so for those model folk. Case in point at last weekends ‘All Points West Festival', where their appearance was anything less than south of the border of fabulosity.

Yes that means you Agnes Deyne in your to-die-for-tie-dyed cape, and you Alexa Chung in your polka dot dress and even you Catherine McNeil in your slouchy tee and harem pants and to the reveller in the camel hued platform heels, how is it that you were able to navigate the grassy terrain all the while moving to the beats of Vampire Weekend, Fleet Foxes, Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, Q-Tip, La Roux and Lykke Li, just to name a few? I envy thee so…and look forward to my next festival in which I will focus solely on the music and perhaps sneak a few glances at those around me from underneath my Karen Walker’s.