Bvlgari

Don’t ask me how, but some how I managed to score an invite to opening night of the new Bvlgari store on Collins. That’s the Paris end of Collins of course.

We sipped on Gin Martinis, held bags we would never own, drooled over jewels and bookmarked our engagement rings. Diamonds that blind. Lovely.

I got a few pics but my camera didn’t do the outfits justice under the bold lights of the store. Snappety Snap.

My buddy and I were a bit disappointed that our goody bags didn’t contain one of their new cuffs or a pair of sunnies that we’d been eyeing off all night. We only got perfume.


Oh, it’s a hard life.

Tropical Howie

So when someone says Tropical Howie I somehow picture a pineapple. Potentially hollowed out and filled with a pina colada cocktail.

I don’t know how that works. But it does.

Stop. Wipe that image from your mind and replace it with THESE WICKED LAPTOP CASES .

Howie’s whole concept revolves around the fact that so many people keep their dreams and creativity on their computer.

The novel. The screen play. Whatever. It all sits on your lappy. And they shouldn’t be in black wetsuit material. They’re unhappy.

My dreams are like ‘get me out of this non-designer outerwear and put me in something worth my caliber’. So I am. I’m taking my dreams/goals/life on a holiday. To inspire them.

You can choose to lie them on a beach towel, take them to New York or even put a terry toweling hat on them. Attractive. . . whatever fits! Each design has it’s own unique story and comes in a range of lappy sizes. There are only 750 up for grabs. Tres exclusive.

Click here to order online and check out the rest of the range.

Fashion Stakes

Good looks in the Nursery. Old school. All Class.

Feel free to comment.






Thanks to all those people who I took photos of. Sorry I couldn’t put all of you up.

Beached As.

Would you believe that Supre have tees and singlets in homage of ‘The Beached Whale’. Insane. This whale is now a pop icon.

However, I think bro should be spelt brew.

$20 onlene or at your nirest Supre brew.

MID WEEK MAN-GIFT

Celebrate today’s moment in history and get your man (and yourself) an Obama Tee.

These ones are great and are printed on American Apparel Tees.

Nice one Obama. You smashed it.

Wish upon your stars.

Baaaa. Baaaaaa. I’m a goat. No that’s not true. I’m a virginal lass carrying a basket. Bum. If only I was a Lion. I just might read all three this month.

Wish upon your stars to bring good news this month.

Sorry about the delayed monthly star update. Melbourne cup weekend (AKA binge-drinking-short-skirt-wearing-phenomenon) took over.

The Nursery on Derby

I read in The Age this morning that the Birdcage has become the place to see badly dressed B grade celebrities and soap stars. Orange skin. Fanny pelmets. Fuck-wit feathers. Need I say more.

I also read that the place where any fashion photographer would find style and class at the races was in the Nursery. And, that’s where these ladies were. Enjoy.