Showing posts with label fur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fur. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

laneway photo diary



























For the last two weeks I have travelled around Australia scoping the fashion and music at several St Jerome's Laneway Music Festivals thanks to the insane opportunity offered to me by Rimmel London Au. What I did, was write and photograph what I saw. What I saw was a great kaleidoscope of the bohemian, the feminine, the gothic and the grunge (and that is only scratching the surface of what was witnessed). What I found was that my beloved home town of Melbourne not only offered up a delicious taste of what was on the agenda for Autumn/Winter 2011 (thanks to a most un-summer like day) but also an untoward touch of the "to be seen and seen only". If only my dear city had been able to remove the pole from out of itself long enough to realize that a simple smile is actually the most fashionable accessory one can posses. Oh and please play it simple next time, we don't need a Russian fur hat paired with a leather vest, high-waisted jodphurs and leopard print boots to prove that we are one of the most fashionable cities in the world :))

Head to the Rimmel London Au Facebook Page to see more posts on the St Jerome's Laneway festivals.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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.




Boys wanna be her. Girls wanna be her - Peaches