I'm a lady.

Today I saved this lady beetle from certain death on a Sydney bus.
On that note, here is Santogold with some pockets so cool, they deserve their own holiday.

Spot the Tramp.

Why yes, that is Charlie Chaplin's face on a bead made from the pages of a torn up book, you observant little monkeys.
The top, by the way, is Valentino and one of the best Vinnies finds I've had in a while. Booyah. Check out the weirdly beautiful metal work on the sleeve seam.

Women's Business

I love a good acronym as much anyone, so I've always found suffragette jewelery pretty appealing. Basically each piece contains the colours green, violet and white (usually Emerald, Amethyst and Pearl or Diamond), with the first letter of each standing for 'Give Women Votes'.
I learned that from Antiques Roadshow, where I learn everything worthwhile.

Necklace: Van Den Bosch

I'm not obsessed, I just really, really like Sofia.

This photo is a scan from the Assouline Marc Jacobs book, which is chock-full of lovely Sofia pictures.
Recently she put her director-pants on again for the the new ad for Dior's Miss Cherie perfume. It's a bit Foux de Fa Fa, but I guess that's kinda the point. And she obviously has a special thing going on with them Frenchies:

P-A-T-T-Ieeeeeeiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiiii

While marveling at the incredible awesomeness of Patti Smith on the cover of Horses (a regular past time for me) I noticed the warning on the record's paper sleeve:

I'm holding out hope that since music survived the skull and cross-bones cassette, it may get through the mp3 'crisis'.

Black and White and blah all over

Don't try to be cool, kids. Black and white is booooring.
And just look at the stuff Givenchy used to give us:


It's not as if the current collections are bad either. And the same goes, but times a million, for Balenciaga. Seriously, right now, try and think of a single Balenciaga ad campaign. It's a damn shame that one of the world's best designers (Nicholas Ghesquiere) has had his creations reduced to this bland nonsense:

Better Than You.

I'm not totally sure why this campaign (S/S 07) has stayed in my mind, given I don't especially like the clothes. Perhaps it's something to do with the absolutely filthy stares the ladies are giving us. It's like one of them just said 'Wait! I sense an unattractive person is in our midst' and they all spun around to catch us in the act (of being unattractive).
The campaign suits my belief that it is a supermodel's job to make everyone else feel bad, and that slightly low-angle shots are sexy business when it comes to fashion photography, and portraits of women in general. Take this painting by George Lambert:

Hot stuff.

on point

There may come a day when I can resist posting a picture of Marc Jacobs wearing a tutu, BUT THIS IS NOT THAT DAY!! Though, for realz, I'll try to cut back on the MJ posts (I just really, really like him is all).
Oh, and it's ok to be mesmerised by Naomi Campbell's butt. I mean, her butt, is just so big. I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there...

P.S. This pic was scanned from the current fashion issue of American Photo Magazine.

Nearly there...

Mad Hatters

Kate Waterhouse, you clearly possess at least three of the important Bs (Breeding, Beauty, Brains and a Big Fat Contract with DJs), and you really should have the hat thing down by now. For future reference, THIS is how you wear a top hat:

Who's your dada?

Skeletons are the new Crispin Glover.

I don't know what I'm talking about. I just like this necklace.

Crappy Cards.

I found these two playing cards on the way home from uni, and totally thought the universe was sending me some very profound message. So I looked up the old playing-card fortune telling guide, only to be given the least helpful advice of my life - apparently I am a blond, mature woman who is having relationship trouble, but I shouldn't worry because unexpected (wait...) help is on it's way.
Thank goodness for that.