I like pink, money, pageants, and winning.

Yeah, I'm having a huge pink moment.

Ellery

Financial Times, Fine Times November 2009

V Magazine

But gawd, who isn't?

Hey You.

There is a particular bitterness I experience when seeing an object that displays both extreme beauty and simplicity in its creation. So, like, whenever I see a teapot with one of those in-built strainers I'm forcibly reminded of the painful scene in The Squid and the Whale, in which Walt is (rightly) accused of plagiarism.

MR. WADDLES: You said you wrote the song you played in assembly.

WALT: Uh huh.

MR. WADDLES: Why?

WALT: I don't know.

MR. WADDLES: Did you have a reason?

WALT: I felt I could've written it.

MR. WADDLES: Okay. But you didn't. It was written by Roger Waters of Pink Floyd. I think you know that.

WALT: Yes, but I felt I could've so the fact that it was already written was kind of a technicality.

MR. WADDLES: I see.

So basically this felt-slice necklace has me seething, but I also have a strange urge to take credit for it.

I could have thought of that.

Why. Didn't. I. Think. Of. That.

NB: The second photo is from Facehunter, not sure about the first.

Violet

As I've blogged before, Liz Taylor was always my favourite of the bombshells and like a lot of people I've been trawling through photos of the actress since hearing of her death. I don't know if she was ever more beautiful than when she appeared in Ivanhoe (1952), and I just love this on-set picture of her with the film's star, Robert Taylor:

Though as Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf showed, she was more than just a pretty face:

She will be missed.

yeah yeah democracy

I'm very mildly tempted to get gussied up to go vote in today's NSW State election.

But to be perfectly frank, I think my cloche hat and furs would be wasted on the political hacks in attendance.

Go banana!

The other night I had an extremely awesome dream in which every finger of one of my hands was adorned with a ring, and on each ring a different fruit. Since waking up to ass-hat reality I have found that the rings I dreamed of are actually super tricky to find. Ideally I'd like an apple, a banana, a pear and maybe a lemon. The only thing I've come across that comes close to dream-standard is this little apple (up the back):

Doesn't 'fruit ring' just sound like a thing that exists?

Sugar.

Thank you Elle UK, for featuring a black model in an editorial that doesn't have a tribal theme:

Elle UK April 2011

And it definitely paid off. 

See guys, not so hard, is it?

Weezy, I love you.

life is the bitch, and death is her sister

sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin’ family picture

you know father time, we all know mother nature

it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation

Do yourself a favour, listen to 6 Foot 7 Foot, watch the video and then watch it again. Lil Wayne is king.

IT'S EDUCATIONAL.

One of the Australian Fashion Week Spring collections I'm most looking forward to is that of Saint Augustine Academy. Though I've blogged about SAA before, it was not until recently that I realised it was a Sydney label.

I definitely know it now.

Designer Alvin Manalo's latest campaigns for the label wrap up this fair city in a sweet embrace. For starters SAA's Fall 2011 campaign stars the entirely gorgeous Isabella Manifredi of The Preachers and the very lovely James Domeyko who, amongst other things, co-founded Eclipsefest.

Tying things up neatly, The Preachers' video for their single Pale Rider shows the band decked out in suitably moody Saint Augustine Academy threads:

Perhaps most interesting for me is the short film Rooms for the Memory directed by Oliver Heath, which is featured on SAA's website as a catalogue for its Crystal Ballroom Spring 2011 collection.

Rooms for the Memory is a veritable who's who of a certain Marrickville/ Newtown set, bright young things who will undoubtedly be the subject of many a nostalgic tract in decades to come. The whole thing is, of course, exceedingly Cool, but I don't think there is anything contrived about Manalo's vision. I just wanna see what comes next.

Sex Panther

There is something so deeply awesome about Riccardo Tisci's latest collection for Givenchy that I find myself resorting to the vocabulary of a thirteen year-old boy to express my love for it:

It's sick, right? It's totally, fully sick. 

Sick sick sick.

In my wildest dreams I would never have come up with a panther print, but it's just so right.

Murray, I do not wear polyester hair okay!

Some Velvet morning.

The snooze-fest that is Dior's new ad for Addict lipstick makes me hanker after Yves Saint Laurent's Parisienne commercial, also starring Kate Moss:

Apart from being stupidly sexy, one of the comments on the video's youtube page may have (unintentionally, I suspect) blown my funny fuse:

Is she having an orgasm with the flower?!? our eng teacher is making us do an essay on this!! :(

Sad face indeed.

You don’t need a telescope

I am loath to be the asshole who finds fault with Sarah Burton's work, and I actually do think her Fall 2011 collection for Alexander McQueen very beautiful:

I'm just getting a wee bit of Balenciaga Déjà vu:

Balenciaga Spring 2006

Balenciaga Spring 2008

where the women like ladies

Most likely all that can be said about the Galliano palaver has already been uttered. For me the extraordinary beauty of this dress from his final collection for Dior, highlights the fact that a person's creative output has little do with their strength of character. As in the case of Roman Polanski, I see no earthly reason why questions of talent and artistry have been brought into discussions of Galliano's wrong doings.

Being a genius doesn't give you free pass to be a butthole.

Like her hand full of bucks

"The people with the best style for me are the people that are the poorest. Like, when I go down to Venice beach and I see the homeless, like, I'm like, 'Oh my God, they're pulling out, like, crazy looks and they, like, pulled shit out of like garbage cans."

Since hearing this quote I have generally though of Erin Wasson as being gently moronic, but devastatingly sexy enough that it didn't matter. A photo shoot from the latest issue of i-D makes me wonder, is she that sexy?

IS SHE?

like a fan full of dust

Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2001

Sonia Rykiel Fall 2011

Brioni Fall 2011

Louis Vuitton Spring 2011

I feel it in my waters, my favourite sleeve EVER is on its way back in. The trouble is I don't know what to call it. The recent examples above are not as extreme as I would like; this 1930s dress worn by Kate Moss a while back is the ideal endgame:

I know Leg Of Mutton and Gigot are both names often used to refer to this type of sleeve but I have problems with this.

It is the difference between View 3 and View 1. The former is constructed with two separate pieces of fabric, the cuff and upper sleeve. It is sublime. The latter is all one piece of fabric, the sleeve simply tapering towards the wrist. It is foul.

To avoid future confusion, I hereby christen View 3 the Princess Awesomehouse Kickass Sleeve.

In the next few weeks I'm going to attempt to make my own using this pattern.

Wish me luck!

I am on the ceiling stuck

From a recent excellent beauty shoot in Vogue Paris:

It reminds me of the movie Matilda, and that ain't no bad thing:

Did you know that Danny DeVito directed Matilda? 

Well I fackin didn't!