Monthly Archives: June 2011

Peach Fuzz

Shoes have never really been my thing.

I used to say that they were peripheral to my outfit – that I would prefer if they simply blended in and did their subtle best to not call attention to themselves. This would mean that they would draw attention away from my prance of extraordinary accessories – hats, brooches, scarves, ascots, you name it. When my mom fawned over shoe shop displays I’d give them a cursory glance and head straight for the nearest accessories counter.

My, how things have changed. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that my job now entails a fair amount of desk work, making heel-wearing quite a wondrous and unpunishing reality. Best thing is that I get to admire then on my feet all day, in between cappuccinos, blog reading and emails. And then the mini strut to and from car, or to and from cappuccino haunt: just long enough to turn a few heads, just short enough to remain pleasant. I now spend a lot of time admiring shoes – online, in store windows, on the feet of others. I have a particular penchant for boots with Cuban heels, but anything with a slightly rock edge will also do.

This peachy parade of chunky-heeled beauties is tempting the hell outta me over at the ASOS clearance sale. They are all less than £40 a pair! With rumours of exorbitant customs taxes swirling sly-eyed around the office, I am on the hunt for someone en route to London with space in their luggage for just two little pairs… the tan T-bars and the piglet-pink pair, too.


Vintage Mondays

I love Marie Claire’s recently lanched Vintage Mondays initiative.

I wear vintage most days in any case, but it’s nice to have an extra special reason to really pull the vintage gems out of the bag. If you need more of a reason to don your granny’s cape or your charity shop kimono, wearing vintage is also good for the environment by virtue of the fact that it constitutes clothing recycling. I’m a vintage addict, so I don’t need reason, but it’s always nice to think that their is an environmental dimension to one’s day-to-day dalliances.


My outfit for vintage Monday combined a few of my favourites. The dappled perma pleat dress with the geometric motif was bought when I was about 18 in Port Alfred of all places. It was during a wild girl’s weekend at university and, as always when in strange little towns, I dragged my friends to the local second hand store. It was originally floor length, but I thought I’d get more out of it as a mini. In retrospect, it may have been quite dramatic long, but there is no use crying over shorn hemlines.

I paired it with my absolute favourite black velvet smock-style coat, which has a cream quilted lining and a chubby velvet covered button at the neck. One of my favourite finds of all time, it was a Knysna buy. I also wore my mom’s pendant from the 80’s, which once contained perfume, but now rattles reassuringly when I walk. Black tights, pink lips and my new Pringle Chelsea’s added some Alison Mosshart edge.

Follow Marie Claire on Twitter for Vintage Mondays updates, or take a look at Eulogi Rheeder’s new Oldschool is Cool blog, a personal quest to wear vintage every day for a year.

Haul out those vintage pieces and wear them with style next Monday! I am going to make a concerted effort to post my Vintage Monday experiments every week, so keep reading.

Crown Jools

Yes, I know, the title of this post is deeply corny, but I couldn’t resist. My post-birthday hangover is to blame.

On Saturday night I celebrated my 25th with a collective a close friends and family over an imperial Indian feast held in my lounge. We were seated on sari-covered cushions around a massive square table dotted with florals, candles and my collection of skulls. Over the course of the evening we partook in numerous Cobra beers (which went down a treat despite initial concerns that they were low in alcohol) and indulged in glorious curries with all the trimmings that make Indian dining so sumptuous and intricate.

I hadn’t planned to dress to theme, but a particularly glamorous black and gold vintage kaftan that had been hanging alongside my Rah Rah Room stock for months won me over at the last minute. I accessorised with an ankle bracelet, a bindi, dark eyes and bare feet and had a bloody wondrous time, frolicking about, catching up with old friends, and munching on homemade onion bhajis. I opted for a nice stiff colonial G&T (or fifteen) and the night ended with some spirited drunken dancing to Fleetwood Mac in the lounge – eyes closed, swaying, singalong style. Perfect.

Together, my friends and family got my some really beautiful, meaningful and 25-worthy gifts. Usually people just give me clothes and jools, because that’s how I roll, but this year’s gifts were really thoughtful, so I’ve decided to share a few with you…

My parents gave me this beauteous chunky Le Creuset pot in ‘Coastal Blue’ – it’s the exact shade of those old enamelled Aga’s and I love it. One of my other favourite things to do is to cook, so this little baby is going to be the belly of many a curry to come.

What a cool mix of things! First mention goes to the White Stripes dvd, which was a gift from Ian and Gabi. I am a diehard Jack White fan and I haven’t yet seen Under Blackpool Lights. I plan to watch it whilst eating some  of that Honest chocolate spread gleaming in the top right corner (a gift from my handsome friend Arnaldo). Nicol gave me the bonbons, along with the crystal that’s resting on top of Jack and Meg. It’s supposed to ward off negativity and the harmful effects of electromagnetic impulses. Fitting, considering I sleep with my Blackberry by my side and work on a computer all day long. It’s really beautiful, metallic and multi-faceted – I plan to attach it to some kind of thong and wear it around my neck, nouveau hippie style.

The bird locket was from Luke and Ruby and I love it. The little brown leather bag has an interesting story. My friend Max and his sister Lulu have started a project to raise funds for a Malawian guy called Fortune who is desperate to get back home. The project is called Fortuneknit, and Max and Lulu are putting their craft skills to the test, making bags and other paraphernalia to help Fortune get home. If you met Max you would know why I am so touched that he completed each stitch in this bag just for me. Although he’s creative he’s not exactly the sewing type, so it really is special. More on Fortuneknit when I have more information.

These Pringle Chelsea boots are pretty much perfect. I have had my eye on them for my months, and finally, sensing desperation, my friends at my old company, Colourworks, saved the day. They’re the colour of dark chocolate, perfectly plain, and have a perversely pointed toe. Coincidentally, I scraped the veneer off the heel of my other old favourites the day before my birthday. Kismet!

Olivia gave me this painting – her mother painted it of her when she was a little girl and I’ve always loved it. She gave me the original to add to my small but growing collection of art and it means so much to me. Her button nose is unmistakable. She also made me this mad, amazing card – a swirl of citrus filled with heartfelt words.

These silky Honest chocolate bonbons from Arnaldo didn’t stand a chance in our apartment. They were with us for about seven minutes before being consumed.

All in all, some great presents from some great people, and this is just a sneak peek. Take a look at the chunkette of floral cake my mom baked for me, too:


I can’t stop listening to this song or watching this video this week. Besides being 80’s deluxe, I just love marvelling at how re-edgy all the eyewear, denim, bandannas and cropped knitwear has become over the last few years (and continues to be).

But the best part is certainly the frontwoman’s unflinchingly cooler than cool attitude and commitment to her rounded Wayfarers. Epic.


I have a huge crush on Henry Holland.

I follow him on Twitter and he is witty, dark and authentic – not to mention gloriously Flock-of-Seagulls coiffeured and in possesssion of a more potent than average sense of personal style.

The other day I was reading his blog on Vogue and he recounted how he had heard that the Olsen twins utter the word ‘prune’ under their breaths when posing for photos, because it produces the perfect camera-ready smile/pout. Shots taken of HH (henceforth referred to as HRH HH) at the Scottish Fashion Awards show him teaching others ‘the prune’. If you ask me, the man is gold.

The latest in his round of famously iconic and irreverent t-shirts bears the acronym ‘waysb‘: ‘What are you sayin babes?’

Amazing! And that’s not to say his fame is all catchy slogan tees and high street attitude – the man’s got more than his fair share of design talent (and charisma).  A close friend of Agyness Deyn, HH has dressed everyone from M.I.A (whose baby bump he famously made look like an alien ladybird for the MTV Awards) to Kate Nash, Amber Rose and Jade Parfitt.

I just love the stuff House of Holland did for Spring 2011 – it looks like Confetti System and Pom Pom Factory had a sherbert-hued tryst in the middle of the jungle and emerged trailing molten strands, pompom love and intergalactic pleated minis.

An aside:

[Pleats are still huge this season, but I now need mine to be gilded or silvered. This is my third post in two weeks involving metallic pleats… Something must be done! I think it all started here.]

Crown wishlist

I’m making rather a song and dance of my 25th birthday, because, as you may know, it falls on the 25th of this month. If I weren’t so bloody busy at present, I’d be making an entire week of it (daily Deluxe coffee dreaming, nightly Death by Chocolate Magnums, and perhaps a little confetti here and there)…

For, when else does one get to do self-indulgent things like decorate one’s desk, refer to entire weekends as ‘my weekend’ and entertain the idea of rooms filled with glossy pink helium balloons or surprise cupcakes studded with little marzipan skulls? Indeed.

Amidst all of the outlandish dreaminess (and work) I have found the time to assemble a mini wishlist of locals-only beauties that I feel are crown-birthday-worthy. Note that I’ve kept it local – none of my usual ‘OH look at that Carven collar’ or ‘I’d die for that vintage YSL frock’ nonsense.

Prudent, nê?

1. These silver heart earrings by Ida Elsje are both brash and bashful and I love them.

2. Okay, so this is homeware, but this red Deco-style cabinet from Vamp Furniture is perfection.

3. This look combines two of my favourite things: a well-tailored blouse with sartorial quirk, and one of The Summit’s leather bowties, which I mooned over here and here. The blouse is called the Neptune, and it’s from Selfi.

4. I’ve been gazing longingly at the teardrop mirrors from Dokter & Misses for some time now.

5. These glorious penis print (yes, penis print) linen veldskoene are the result of a collaboration between rebel artiste Beezy Bailey and local cobbler Ninon Louw. I love the colour palette and the irreverent print. I’ve no idea if they’re for sale in real life, but one can dream.

6. The Missibaba Lovely Rita clutch in buttery yellow with tan accents and loop detailing is Indiana Jane perfect.


Pop Art Heart

I love these shoes.

Transparent, neon-tipped, turquoise laced, Crayola-cool Oxford brogues. Too cool! They’re the result of a Spring 2011 collaboration between UK shoe brand Alex & Rose and Ground Zero. They look like they’d make walking fun, and the colours are like a gloriously discordant late 80’s symphony. You could almost picture this bold palette executed on one of those free kiddies’ Spur Secret Tribe wallets we all used to love so much.

I love the fringed pair just as much, and they’re so noteworthy that they even inspired Katie from Paperfashion to immortalise them in glitter, watercolour and ink.