Monday, 18 August 2014

How to mix prints and not look like this

Image: Undercover Dress-Up Lover
Okay I must admit, when I first started this blog post I didn't think I would be using 'Ugly Betty' as an example of the dreaded 'clashing prints' fashion 'faux pas'. For one, Ugly Better isn't ugly, and secondly, if you got rid of the pink socks in the above outfit OR the red bag, I could actually see it working.

I hear collective virtual gasps.


Like most people, I'm not the most adventurous when it comes to what I wear. I love my neutrals, although my wardrobe does make space for the odd printed purple pants. But mixing prints just seems hard, even though style bloggers and celebs like Susie Bubble and Solange Knowles make it seem so effortless and casual and...blasé, like throwing florals on stripes and layering polka dots on abstract art is the easiest thing in the world. 

Image: atlantablackstar
Image: jakandjill, via pinterest

So how do they do it?

Above all, I think it's confidence - they aren't afraid to own the outfit, so even though the mish mash of pattern and texture is unconventional, it works because they want it to work. And so it does. I could keep going, you know.

For plebs like you and me though, who prefer matching our shoes to our jacket like it's the 80's, I think that focusing on one key element - whether it is colour, pattern, texture or material - is a great way to unify very different pieces.

Image: Who What Wear
The blue & white tie this outfit together. And aren't her shoes just so damn cute?

Solange shows that pairing the same print in different colours creates just as stunning an effect.

My take

I woke up on Saturday deciding I would just go for it (hence, this blog). I was about to throw on a jacket that had a different print, but then my boyfriend made a face at me and I knew I'd gone too fast, too soon, so I toned it down with black (how surprising).

I reckon I'm going to try and go a bit brighter with the clashing this week, although the dreary Sydney weather doesn't really facilitate sunny skirts and printed heels. 

What do you think about this 'trend' and how would you do it? Any tips? 
And are mixed prints even on trend at the moment or is it so 2012? Hit me. 

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Dusting off the cobwebs

Image: Herald Sun

Dusting off the cobwebs, while a very apt expression indeed, is definitely something I wouldn't do in real life. I'd much rather use a vacuum (or my boyfriend ha), but you get the point.

I've been hemming and hawing the past couple of months when I think or get asked about this blog, at one point thinking I would give it up completely. Who has time to think, much less write, out of a job that requires you to churn out stories all the time? Not me. I'd prefer to spend my Saturdays sleeping in and then having a ridiculously massive brunch, thank you very much.

Well, as you can probably guess, I'm here, so no, I didn't delete 'Alibi Mag'. But my motivations behind keeping this blog alive has definitely changed, as has my perspective on writing.

Since I started full time work, writing has become The Job. I still loved doing it, and believe my style and quality has improved tremendously, but at one point it just became...stagnant. I would write and write and write, and some days it would feel like I'd exhausted all the words I had in me; like I'd hit the wall and could only start again the next day.*

But here's what changed: I started reading again. I devoured all the books I wanted to read but couldn't, and those that I didn't want to, but did. Most recently, I ticked off Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. What can I say, except no wonder I didn't feel like writing! It's an amazing book, easy to read and generous with its humour. I'm already a third through IQ84.

I guess what they say about feeding yourself before you are able to shit (or in my case create content) is true. It definitely also helped that I took a three week trip to Europe, which was rejuvenating for the soul, even though that sounds way too 'Eat Pray Love' for my liking.

So, for what I hope is the last time - I'm backkkkkk!

*Talking about having a limited amount of words reminded my of this beautiful poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.

After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Is it time to move our feet / to an introspective beat

Today I left work feeling like I've finally adjusted. Settled. 
The second half of 2013 was just...tough. I lost three people I love in the span of 6 months – a wound that still cuts deep and hasn't fully healed. But I'm getting better. 

Because things always get better x

Wearing: top from Bangkok, dress is my aunt's, belt from G2000, watch from Mimco, necklace from Lovisa, shoes from Zu

Monday, 11 November 2013

Nothing happens unless first a dream

A decline in freelance work recently, so hopefully that means an increase in the love I have for this neglected blog? 

Blouse from Central | Bondi pants | Windsor Smith shoes | Tony Bianco purse | Cotton On sunnies

I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do lately. You see, I still have dreams about writing for a fashion magazine, but when they come up for air, they surface with my earliest ambition of wanting to be a newspaper journalist. Where I am now in life is caught between the two. Being a B2B (Business to Business) journalist means that I can't throw myself completely into the creative; into writing considered prose, or heck, even write like I'm speaking to an old, familiar friend. No, I have to use simple and succinct language, think about hits and what my angle is...completely different skills to say, a stylist, although ones that I have no regrets learning (and am still trying to learn). 

What I've learnt so far - and I'm not trying to masquerade 22 years as a lifetime of knowledge - is that I simply don't know where I'm going to end up. I don't even know where I'm going next. But, as they say, half of the fun is enjoying the ride, so enjoy it I will. 

Where do you want to end up, and are you on the path to getting there? xx

Friday, 4 October 2013


Have you ever spotted something in the store that you just knew you had to get? Some people call it love at first sight, but I'd like to think that that dress, or shoes or blouse was just sitting there, waiting for you to take it home.

That was me, two weeks ago. I walked into Attik, and after ruffling through the sales section, saw this shirt....just there. Sure, it was a couple sizes too big, but I was undeterred! Tried it on, et voila, it is the perfect slouchy shirt. The big black sleeves that stick out kind of complete the look, don't you think?

The first chance I could (when weather permitted), I took this baby out for a ride. Paired it with a Rubi & Kit purse (I bought it at $9 from Equip a month or two ago, and it is still being sold online for $40?!), and Therapy shoes.

Anyway, I'm currently sitting in Melbourne, wrapped up in a bath robe, with a dog at my feet, and thought I'd better upload some food photos from our last trip before devouring some more!

The food shots below are from three separate restaurants - Shoya, Circa The Prince and MoVida bar de Tapas.

Ok, I think my stomach's ready for more!

Do any of you live in Melbourne? Or have been to Melbourne? What do you think about this city? Personally I adore it for its laneway culture and cafes and coffees, but I'm not sure if I could reside here permanently...I still prefer my 30 degree days in the middle of winter ;)

Thursday, 12 September 2013

Running hard for the infinite

"I am the sea on a moonless night,
Calling, falling, slipping tides
I am the leaky, dripping pipes
The endless aching drops of light

I am the raindrop falling down,
Always longing for the deeper ground
I am the broken, breaking seas
Even my blood finds ways to bleed

Even the rivers ways to run
Even the rain to reach the sun
Even my thirsty streams,
Even in my dreams

I am restless, I am restless
I am restless, looking for you
I am restless, I run like the ocean to find your shore
I'm looking for you"

Dress worn as skirt: Vero Moda | Top: Hongkong | Clutch: Sportsgirl | Heels: Tony Bianco

Music has always been a big part of my life. I'm not particularly talented in an instrument nor do I have the voice of an angel. I don't know how to sight-read (can't remember for the life of me), and I'm prone to the dreaded 'flatness' whenever I'm singing karaoke.

Yet music still manages to touch me, as I'm sure it touches you. Of course, I don't always mean moved. Techno certainly does not make me cry, although trap I could deal with...on a Friday night. I love rap, of its beautiful cadence and rhythm of words, and I love the opening notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. And then there are a handful of songs which mesh music and melody with amazing lyrics. Combined, lyrical greatness and musical stirrings...that's the song that will make me, well, feel things. You know the song I'm talking about? The one that you can always relate to (so yes, I'm leaving Blurred Lines out of this one), that leaves you feeling joyful, or vulnerable, or even broken, even when you have nothing to be broken about.

The lyrics above belong to a song called 'Restless', by Jon Foreman of Switchfoot, one of my all time favourite bands. It speaks volumes to me, hits me right in the heart.

Have a listen.

What's your favourite song? I'd love to know xx

Saturday, 17 August 2013

"If I didn't think, I'd be much happier" - Sylvia Plath

I love the weekend! It's when I can sleep in, have long brunches, and not have to think too much without feeling guilty :p

Two Saturdays ago, Nathan and I had brunch at a new cafe in Annandale that sells amazing smoked bacon and maple syrup with pancakes. Of course, my heart still belongs to The Gunshop Cafe in Brissy, which sells what is essentially the same dish, but with brioche instead.

The perfect brunch outfit for Sydney's current climate (iffy weather) is, in my opinion, something that includes a pair of snazzy printed pants. I bought this pair from Dotti, which were on sale for $20. An exceptionally great steal since I usually find it hard to buy pants. My height – or lack of – as well as a combination of wide hips/thighs and skinny legs/calves means that most jeans or pants don't always fit me. But, these pants are a different story; they are snug but not tight, and cut off at just the right length. Clearly I am very passionate about good-fitting pants, haha. 

Paired it with: cut out shoes from The Quiet Riot, mum's old Chomel blouse, Uniqlo cardigan, Dotti bomber jacket, and bag from Hong Kong. 

What's your body shape?  What kind of clothes do you find are hardest to shop for?