Hello khaki my old friend. I see you stalking the runways and being worn by all the cool kids again . To me you have never gone out of fashion- a military green anorak has shielded me in it’s grunge embrace since ’94 turning everything it touches a little bit more awesome, whether that is…
After living in our home for 9 years, we recently sold it to a lady who gave us a fantastic offer . When we bought the place, it was a falling apart shack on the beach, a crack house backyard full of broken glass, rubbish and weeds and an inside that smelt dubiously of mould,…
Hey hey – it’s finally spring! Trading in cold overcast days and upturned umbrellas for spring blooms and cold ciders on the beach is hardly a fair exchange but let’s face it, there is so much to miss about winter sartorially. Case in point; beautiful coats that let us get away with anything, thick cashmere…
Synchronicities. Some say they don’t mean anything in particular and others in the more spiritual camp say that circumstances perfectly aligning , like de ja vu , is a sign from the Universe that you are on the right path in life. When I heard that Willow wanted to collaborate on a post I also…
Editing these pictures has taken me nearly a month to do- there were so many visceral moments to remember while looking through the files that I would find myself procrastinating and daydreaming; memories of eating ice cream in wet bathers, running barefoot around little cobblestone streets of “my” little island, the intense heatwave, bargaining for…
A breton striped t-shirt is always on trend; either as a low key basic, rock ‘n’ roll staple or sailor-esque addition. Whereas a pinstriped shirt always works tucked into a suit for the workday or loose and oversize on the weekend. This spring/summer, stripes were all over the catwalks in a myriad of variations, but…
Pink is a more contentuous colour than any other; some love it, some hate it but most are shrug–the–shoulders ambiguous about it. Most don’t really mind it but when there is a perfectly good non-pink palette of colours out there to choose from most will give it a wide berth. To me it evokes childhood memories…
Sometimes in life I just feel : enough. Enough booze, late nights, fatty foods, desserts, overworking and being perpetually tired. That heavy feeling when my digestive system is sluggish, skin has turned into the surface of the moon, I sleepwalk through the day and lay awake at night with my mind whirring while I beg…
Choosing eveningwear can be tricky – I never know if I should buy something basic that I will wear again and again or something that takes my breath away. In the end, it is always the heart stoppers that win my inner debate. Why? Because these pieces hold the power to make me feel something…
The File popped in to my home and made me dish out all my beauty secrets… The File is a wonderful beauty destination that takes an insider’s view into the homes & beauty cabinets of style influencers around the world while delivering a tight edit of the industry’s best beauty products. It’s a raw, real…
Once upon a time, when I was a teenager, I was a goth (4 lyf ) and I would never, in a million years wear white – the thought of that would be as repelling as listening to love songs after midnight, wearing Stan Smith sneakers, gold jewellery or any kind of pretty thing..and God…
Sydney has been bathing in sunshine lately and even though the nights are close to freezing ,the days have been gorgeously mild. Which suits me perfectly because there is a lot of desperate tan preservation going on at the moment. I’d like to say that I can go pale and interesting, but in reality, my…
The arrival of blistering winds, bucketing rain and the enveloping cold used to herald the decline of my sartorial mojo. My Croatian roots and a flexible, freelance job gave me the luxury of becoming summer’s tireless pilgrim for over 20 years – since my modelling days and beyond, I swapped hemispheres whenever winter took over…
Shooting this editorial the other day in the last days of Autumn – sun still warm on the skin, dappled glow on the water, sand under my toes, music drifting from an open window – had me wishing I was somewhere dancing into the sunset. Morocco, Cuba, India, Mexico – anywhere I could feel like…
The Spy Who Loved Me was one of those definining moments in my life when I realized that skiing may not be such a bad thing to be into. The movie was 23 years old by that point, and it wasn’t James Bond’s epic skiing/ parachuting down the cliff scene that convinced me of the…
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