That 90s show

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down...

 Basically a dear friends house warming is looming. The theme 90s – my birth year, the year of ninja turtles and when yo-yo’s were cool. They still are.  

Never in my life have I wanted to wear so much denim until now and also sing ice, ice, baby. I am Vanilla Ice. Here I begin in your average gear hanging with my home dawg. Wearing Tommy Hilfiger Tee, Cotton On shorts, Witchery for men Moccasins.

 

Personally when I think of the 90s I think of people wearing a big ball of denim with greasy hair to match while aspiring to be with of the mischievous teens on Dawson’s Creek. So naturally I begin with the basics of course; Denim jeans – the religious kind and a denim shirt; Seems simple enough but I am going for a BALL of denim. So a step further I went.  

 

Decidedly I added a vest...  Big step...  

PSYCHE! I added another vest to that vest! Hey go big or go home.  The black from vest number one breaks up the monochromatic colour scheme I’ve got going here where as vest number two is just awesome.

Whats a ball of denim without the frosting on top? Yes denim balls have frosting and the frosting in this case is the acid washed Jacket.  The jacket really adds to the overall 90s denim theme. Also there is plenty of pocket space for my Dunkaroos

Accessorise with obviously Dr. Martens and greasy, unwashed hair; when finished, my desired look should leave the impression to anyone that I accomplished one of three things.

1.       I mugged Criss Cross at the prime of his fashion peak.

2.       I’m off to trade Pokémon cards for a living

3.       I am ready to par-tay.

Actually come to think of it, why do I own so many denim garments?

On lighter news I’ve recently colour coordinated my wardrobe. How exciting...



 

Ole Lynggaard Copenhagen

So today I had a juxtaposition of 24 hours –

This morning I was invited as a VIP guest to the Ole Lynggaard Copenhagen jewellery launch hosted by the family operated Jewellery business “Kim Bartlett” to commemorate their new store location.

Lucky for me there was a men’s range also featured and as guest arrived and were greeted with goodie bags with the latest Vogue, champagne and macaroons (Boy did those macaroons make me go weak in the knees) you were also welcome to try on the goods. The wrist bands were made of this avocado feeling leather; it was both the buttery soft feeling and light as a feather on the wrist/arm.

So the price varied from $500 onwards – personally I think a small grocery shop to pay for this feeling of beauty is worth it; I’m a sucker for Disney films and walking around in store with layers of leather joy was making me contemplate pulling a Cinderella and just bailing out of the place in a dramatic fashion. With the cuffs...

Clearly that’s the good part of the day, (the ying to my yang) when there’s an up there’s a down. What really makes the “juxtaposed” event of my day happen is that I walked into an opshop that evening and put on lay-by a pair of Dr. Marten shoes. Yes I went from VIP to lay-by at Salvos.

Hey I am the traditional case of “don’t judge a book by its cover” and to be brutally honest I am broke poor. How do I afford some of the labels/latest trend I have? I skip meals and spend grocery money on clothing. I opshop like there is no tomorrow and borrow furiously from friends and family.

The main point of the matter is that I will be selling my soul to any of you lucky readers to get my hands on this Ole Lynggaard Copenhagen cuff, and to pay off my lay-by.

Argh I am so easily side tracked - back to the point!

The jewellery isn’t your typical diamond, ruby, emerald ;bla bla bla. It’s various beautiful stones displayed in various settings such as rose gold, silver, gold and again blah, blah, blah.  The versatility of the jewellery is exceptional. They are an understated beauty with the right hint of sparkle to dress up for a day/night out. "Kim Bartlett"even has a large work space filled with multiple tools to do custom made jewellery bringing back a dieing art form.

Oooooooooh another cool detail!  The pendants can be switched from the chain to a rope – Rope to a leather – Leather back to a chain. More tricks then a deck of cards. It’s the new Pandora!

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Three things at once! That has impressed me and I think am a male.

Check it out, not for you however: my birthday is coming up.

And if you noticed the killer mural on the back wall, my wonderful mentor painted that master piece. She spent several weekends on ladders and her nose pressed against the wall until she reached perfection! How else did I swing the invite...


 Wearing: Ben Sherman Shirt, Hermes cuff, omega watch

Katelyn Aslett 

As I have said in a previous post I am beginning to work for the internationally recognized designer Katelyn Aslett. Recently she was featured in the Sydney fashion Palette... In Sydney. 

As a little tutorial for some of you less savvy speakers in the shit that fashion girls say; the Sydney Fashion Palette is the weekend before Fashion week Australia. Just as a Palette would be served in a restaurant it gives you options and a taste for what is to come next. The weekend was most certainly a scrumptious freaking taste for the fashion festival that followed.

  

Back onto Katelyn Aslett: I have here both the insight into the garments and the runway images. Personally I will always be the cheerleaderfor team Aslett (even if I don’t have the legs for a cheer-leading uniform) who am I kidding, I do, but this was a top notch collection that showed.

The show was hot to go H-O-T. T-O. G-O woo hot to go.

The prints featured on the garments were hand crafted art works by Katelyn which was then later photographed and printed onto the fabric you see here. Other then the printed fabric every other aspect of the garments are hand made, through the process of felting wool Katelyn produces a beautiful and usually surprising outcome. All garments are Katelyn Aslett Originals made with blood, sweat and tears... literally.

For every reader out there you need to imagine that I was watching these garments come to life in what seemed like a war zone. From panicking over the material arriving on time to frantically hand stitching the beading on garments, when it came to the end it was all worth it. Sorry to sound like a Disney film but it really was a happy ending. Except in the Disney film I wouldn’t have had wisdom teeth out one day before the show.   

From much chaos in the beginning of the design stage to ending in total serenity on the cat walk. 

Yellow godet skirt and White bodice

Palazzo Pants with matching sheer halter neck top

Collage print cigarette pants with beaded sheer top

Egyptian beaded shift dress

Collage print maxi dress

Black bodice with white maxi skirt

Black one shouldered beaded dress

Black beaded mini dress

All white poncho dress

 Angel dress

The end

How to turn this blog post into a drinking game. Take a shot for every time I said Katelyn Aslett.

The End.

Da Ville Yo

Sometimes I pride myself on proper grammar; I was often labelled as that kid who corrected friends Facebook post when necessary. Your and You’re haven’t different meanings and people need to learn this. But the self confessed spell checker in me only sometimes comes out. In all honesty I live off spell check. F7 is my homeboy.

Okay that confessional rant was directed to my use of slang in the blog title. In white boy language it reads “Im back in Townsville!”

 For those of you who don’t know what/where Townsville is, Let me explain. It is a little ole’ city with poor shopping options; locals refer to the store Universal as the god of upcoming trends, no one knows what General pants is, Op shopping is often shunned like leprosy. Basically vans and basketball jerseys in Townsville are the equivalent to skinny jeans and Doc Martens in Brisbane.  Sad but true. Caution: I could be over exaggerating slightly I’m awesome.

Why oh why am I back in Townsville you may ask? It’s because that I now have a position working for the wonderful Katelyn Aslett: with a heart of gold and a love of Harry Potter we will be working side by side as the two Amigo’s, the two blind mice, etc. So between charity work, internships, part time work, an upcoming Townsville fashion week, casual lion taming and whatever else that will make me appear well rounded, I will be dedicating my time and energy all to this lovely lady and her funky designs. Believe you and me they make you want to say groovy, far out man, keep on truckin’ and what ever other 70’s lingo that has rubbed off on you from your heavily dated parents such as mine. Unlike the lingo though, Katelyn Asletts designs are far from being dated, instead they bring a fresh energy into the world.

How could anyone truely resist this. Townsville is the hidden gem of Queensland.

So for now stay tuned for pictures and post here and there -

It will all happen soon enough my pretties. Now fly, fly away!

That was a Wizard of Oz reference for some of you clueless kids. Idiots.

Trench coat

Staple item or sex offender?

Ah yes throughout my many purchases I picked up a timeless staple item; A Burberry trench, over sized with a plaid lining and a bronzed acetate lining in the sleeves. Something to go with everything in the wardrobe when Mother Nature has her time of the month. Weather wise. It’s only human nature to want to be insured for these unpredictable monsoons coming our way. But as I strolled the streets feeling dapper as all hell I noticed weird full frontal stares and mothers running in the opposite direction with their kids in arms.  So I decided to conduct a little experiment. It was simple, testing reactions via trench on/off.

The results were as follows:

Trench on – people freaking out with the idea that more than a Janet Jackson nip slip is about to occur.


more seedy then a birds feeding time



 Trench off – Oh hey look an odd looking boy walking aimlessly down the street. Check out that ass.



Lalalala what am I doing?

Trench: Burberry, Shirt: Hugo Boss, Shorts: Cotton on

So at the end of the day the staple turned me into a potential predator to some, and a kid in a trench to others. 50/50 odds. I guess like Mother Nature the trench will never please everyone, but for now make it what you will.

Too lazy to change



Mama teach me no manners - cover the mouth when yawning



 Shirt: Peter Alexander

“Too lazy to change” - This title could easily mistake for a metaphorical change – one in personality or attitude. Perhaps even the bad habits we need to kick in the shins until it bleeds. I know I have a coco-cola addiction that I have taken to freaky limits, Rick James freaky. But it’s not about that. That just sucks as it’s responsible and shit. No this post is about not changing your clothes; it’s night to day wear - Peter Alexander the morning after; turning that walk of shame into a walk of fame.

 So I’ve been rummaging through collections of Pyjamas and what do you know, I can hit the snooze button 6 or 7 times (and not feel as guilty) but still making it just in time for work. Okay so when you think about it, it’s unhygienic to just dash out the door without a shower, still wearing the clothes you slept in. So don’t. Let’s not get too batty in the bedroom.

Revise the idea, I know that most of my pyjamas consist of above the knee boxers and Bintang singlets (ladies form a line), so maybe I should just retitle this post “Change into clean, better looking PJ’s”.

So that’s where this bad boy comes in. 3 pockets 3 times the fun. Sleeves permanently remain down and the trimmings have an entwined black and white thread. It almost makes it impossible to stay awake at any occasion. Fo realz.

As a liability though do not wear pyjamas of any sort while driving or hung-over. It takes struggle street to a whole new level.

You say small – I say fitted

 Guilty! Throw me behind bars and swallow the key. You’re probably thinking “what chu talkin’ bout Willis.” Well Willis (pause for a moment to laugh at the name Willis) I’m talking about the Supre’ wearers of the world, the harlots of the land, the tarts of the sea. I admit that here and there I make the comment of girls wearing thick denim belts as pants, or even going on to say that there is a man running around with scissors cutting clothes to make them mid-drift bearing or have that torn edge. The size is Large yet the material clings to your body. What do you do?!

I am a model - what of it?



Yesterday (in the shower) I had a thought that maybe the clothing we chose to wear is not small but instead fitted. Hey most of our mums don’t shop for us anymore and we have gotten over those growth spurts. Luckily only once or twice you are fooled by the miracle luminescent glow of the store lighting or happen to pick up the wrong size at the checkout counter. Reminder checkout counter means CHECKOUT the size! (Or the person serving) sneaky perv. ANY WAY Moral of the story is we are not getting bigger – my our binge drinking and caffeine induced all nighters are not getting the better of me us.

Clothing looking a little snug



Still confused? Pretend like you’re an optimist. PRETEND, and instead of a half glass of water you have your key garments. Gained weight? Well your clothes haven’t become small, they now are more fitted. Instead of a lie it’s writing fiction with your mouth.

Are we catching my drift?

Shirt: Unknown, legit. Shorts: Wrangler

So swing from your baggy shirts to the fitted ones. Shorts so tight they literally tore when stretching them out (freaking Wrangler) and just balance it out with some chunky ass shoes.

Its the most positive spin I can give before I go for a run. For 10 years...