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.

laneway magazine for little red

Ch-check my wee little write up on Melbourne kings of doo-wop Little Red at Laneway Magazine.

http://lanewaymagazine.com.au/little-red-big-things/


I managed to pull aside guitarist and vocalist Adrian Beltrame to talk all things musical, future direction and fashion forward. Bringing the sixties back in a Beach Boy kind of way you can spy these boys lurking in and around Melbourne in Hawaiian shirts and thrifted suits...to which I am told they don't tend to wash too often. Oh the charm!

But blink and you'll miss them as London has come calling again and the boys are leaving on a jet plane later this month.

if i were but a mere male

If I were but a mere male....

I would want friends like Teddy, Gordie, Chris and even Vern from Stand by Me. I would want a Breitling Montbrilliant Datora watch which wouldn't at all match the skater boy image I was trying to exude thanks to my abundance of tattoos. But then again neither would my man bag, Givenchy leggings or rolled up chino's revealing my I Heart London socks. But that's where good (looking) mates Jake Gyllenhaal and Joaquin Phoenix would step in to defend me, as I sat back with my vintage grandpa hat and strummed my guitar, all the whilst wishing I was actually a drummer.

the apple doesn't fall far from the coconut tree

I grew up listening to the Rolling Stones.

I was named after Mick Jagger's daughter Jade, my sister...Angie, after the famed song.

If their albums weren't blaring at our house, then my mum wasn't home.

To me, The Stones, are the epitome of cool - Jagger a playboy rock n' roll icon, Keith Richards (to me and most likely me only) the most charming and style savvy 60+ year old going around. I actually shed tears when I heard Richards had fallen out of a tree whilst climbing for coconuts a few years back...such was my devastation at the thought of him leaving this world.

So I'm sure it comes as no surprise to find out that I am equally as obsessed with the offspring of the Stone's men. I've blogged about Georgia May Jagger before but it's Theodora Richards that has really got my heart these days. Where Georgia Jagger has the pillow lips and doe-eyed look that men so desperately fall for, Theodora Richards has the less obvious charm and the looks that you need to go searching a little harder for.

Her style is mostly glam rock but is masked with the offbeat, gritty style, that only her father can pull of.

Oh how I wish papa was a rolling stone...