house and garden

I have soon begun to discover (not long after I first started) that apartment hunting isn't as fun as I thought it might be. It's all good and well until that all too familiar wave of rejection comes crashing down upon you when you are told that you didn't get the place you have been gunning for/obsessing over/dreaming about for the last few days.

Nevertheless you move on and onto the next art deco, north facing, "stunning" two bedroom apartment and repeat the same continuous cycle. The one bright side of the rent cycle is that it brings out your inner interior design smarts. And by this I mean it has you frantically blog stalking other peoples design ideas and racking your brain trying to think where you can source an ornate bathtub, those black and white tiles in Kate Spade's kitchen, and airy fairy lights to hang over your 4- poster antique bed.

And on a completely unrelated note - aren't these outfits divine?

back from blogger exile

Feliz Ano Nuevo children of the sun x

M-I-A, not the musician

I've gone MIA the last few weeks and my excuses are limited, suffice to say I won't bore you. Instead let me entertain your senses, let your eyes dance over these photos that I love so.

They are currently archived under one of the million and one folders I have dedicated to this blog. Most of which rarely see the light of day, but are forever treasured on my hard drive.

it's what's underneath that counts

Collectors are usually those who seek antique model trains, unique coins and Elvis memorabilia. I on the other hand, am a collector of vintage gloves and pretty lingerie.

It's fair to say that gloves you can go without, but lingerie is for most (or so you would hope) a necessity. For me however, it is more so an obsession. My obsession has been fuelled lately by the recent trending towards exposing undergarments as outerwear

(http://colourmeskinny.blogspot.com/2009/07/stay-up-with-me.html)

For me, this trend is what I will be living and breathing this season.

Corsets over tees and a subtle exposure of a lace bra peeking out from beneath a slouchy Alexander Wang jersey tee, sends my heart a flutter(and I'm sure it doesn't sit too badly with our male counterparts either).

My favourite items? My Sass and Bide for Lovable ruffle crop top, my tie-die Zimmerman bra and my mesh faux denim bodysuit...pulled (perhaps a little too aggressively) from a sale rack in Topshop when I was holidaying in London late last year.

So if like me, you are a fan of undergarments as outerwear, may I suggest we rejoice, and refrain from burning our bras. Instead let's expose them for what they really are....mostly sheer, lace pieces of exquisite beauty.