Category Archives: my favourites

Spectre/Spectator

These bow-tie-bedecked two-tone wingtips by Comme des Garcons have me slouching all over the show, exhaling theatrical sighs and swoons (not kidding, that’s how I roll when it comes to tuxedo-inspired attire, in particular where accessories are concerned).

Someone recently told me I shouldn’t be so concerned with fashion. I had a private Miranda-in-Devil-Wears-Prada moment, as I took in the accusee’s fashion-conscious chambray and straight-cuts. I get so tired of hearing it, honestly. It is possible to be completely fashion befok and still not be a vapid, shallow creature that blinks, glassy-eyed at the mention of more authentic concerns like the environment, world peace and the economy. I’ll Murakami and Greenpop your ass back to self-righteousville, I will.

AND back to my swoon. Those sleek-stepping Comme des Garcons beauties remind me of this video:

Navy & White

Navy and white – a classic colour pairing that speaks of decorum, ceremony and tradition. Sailor-style collars, lapels, pristine piping and pin tuck pleats, or glossy, embossed gold buttons, double-breasted jackets and high school honours ties…

This selection of navy on white shows that my penchant for the combination was born some time ago, and as Cape Town eases balmily into hot summer nights and blustery summer days, I find it a soothing antidote to the heat. Navy and white elevates prints and gives them an air of cool poise.

Already I find myself reaching for Breton stripes, my vintage navy maxi skirt (whose button-through cut and broad, bow-tied waist always inspire envy) and the sailor-girl dress I bought in Istanbul (an impulse purchase, and one that makes me want to fling on some stripes and a nautical hat while I’m at it). Polka dots, too, a perennial in my wardrobe, gain new coolness in navy and white.

It’s a combination that speaks of European coastlines; bright white buildings against brighter blue seas, bare feet, the whitest teeth, sensual, billowing hemlines. Wow.

Items pictured:

Cream beaded and perforated handbags, both vintage / Velvet bow tie, vintage / Striped t-shirts 2x vintage, 1x Pick ‘n Pay, 1x Mango / Polka dot tops with striped trim, both vintage / Irregular polka dot crop top, H&M / Dainty polka dot pussybow blouse, VAMP / Plaid rockabilly frock, Mango / Pom-pom hat, a gift / Sailor-girl dress, Istanbul

And some navy and white beauties that caught my eye:

Topshop

A.P.C.

Alexa Chung for Madewell

Carven

Elizabeth Lau

 

Charlotte Linton S/S 12 – in which Ermantrude goes to Java

Charlotte Linton, whose inspired scarves and RTW collections I fawned over here and here, has produced yet another lookbook that has me plotting artful turbans and on the hunt for the perfect, mysterious shade of emerald.

The S/S 2012 collection sees Ermantrude, Linton’s fictional muse, sail to Java to study the threatened Javan Rhinoceros and the birds of the Krakatau islands.

‘Whilst there,’ says Linton, Ermantrude ‘learns of the rich culture of the Sundanese people, researching the Wayang theatre, and the beautiful batik textiles. She also makes notes of her observations of night dwelling mammals, such as the ghostly flying squirrel and the fishing cat.’

The palette of bold, primary colours mixes with flashes of light through trees, verdant greens and ripe limes. Unusually, my magpie eye is drawn to the idiosyncratic monotone scarf – I’m dying to get a closer looks at Ermantrude’s impressions of the Javanese people and the creatures they cohabit with. Charlotte’s narratives give her collections context that transports them straight to the jungles of Java and the peaks of the Himalayas. When they return with Ermantrude from her travels they are imbued with the perfume of foreign lands, hands and custom. Truly special.

Charlotte’s latest collection consists of a mix of wool and silk scarves. The silk is, of course, my ultimate.

RTD 2011

Rocking the Daisies 2011 was an absolutely epic weekend of live music, happy wandering, old and new faces, bare skin and hours spent blissed out and floating around a dam with a cocktail in hand.

If you are yet to experience the hippiesque radiance of this festival, you best get your derriere there next year. I truly believe that there’s something about it that makes each and every person in attendance the best possible version of themselves for one hot, groove-filled weekend.

{Do yourself a favour and check out Shadowclub, a Joburg-based band that was easily my festival favourite. Rockabilly style, Brylcreemed hair, mad moves and Josh Homme undertones. Yes. Please. Tumi & the Volume, Jon Savage & the Nomads and, of course, Band of Skulls, get a mention for bringing it, too.}

Red & Pink, Pink & Red

Pink and red is a colour combination that gets people so riled up. It’s similar, in a way, to pairings like black and brown, or even navy and brown – it elicits divided opinion. I happen to love all of those colour combinations, and, in fact, any others that are slightly jarring, too. But pink and red has long been my heart of hearts combination. It makes my heart sing.

This weekend I sat down with my friend Gisela to start working on my blog redesign, and the conversation naturally turned to my preferred colour palette. I’m not giving any hints away just yet, but let’s just say I was so inspired, I went home and put together a little living collage of all of my favorite pink and red thangs.

1. H&M ‘Mary-Lou’ letterman jacket

Extra fuzzy, extra bright, features a scottie on the left breast and makes me feel like I’m wearing a full circle skirt in West Side Story.

2. Staedtler felt tip pens

What’s a homemade birthday card without the full spectrum of Staedtler fine felt tipped pins? I line them up in order and so delight to pair the reds with the pinks. Always have, always will.

3. Mexican death skull candleholder

My favorite thing in the world (as many of you will know – mexican death skull and death skull paraphernalia donors, you know where to find me).

4. Red leather earrings

A gift from my BFF Katy, who spent four months earlier this year traveling the world. She bought these leather floral earrings for me in South America. They are the colour of blood and I love them.

5. Nail polish – Fuchsia Fever by Revlon, Blow Out by Kit, Red Berry by Woolworths

My most outlandish friend, Crystal Birch, took one look at my collection of nail polishes and said that the colours are so ‘weird’. For her to say that is really something, and I was actually pretty surprised. The honest truth is that these are the most ‘normal’ colours I own. The ruby red is my perennial favorite.

6. Pink and red floral bracelet

I can never remember what this stuff is called, but it’s crafted from the same material as those godawful toadstool / dolphin / peace sign pendants we used to wear on thongs around our necks in the 90’s. I’m certain it wasn’t just a Knysna thing. I found this bracelet at Lulu Belle and I think it recontextualises that entire movement!

7. Baz Luhrman heart

A gift from my friend Keegan, who pillaged them from a film set she was working on. I was so touched, and they are now above my bed.

8. Pink babushka brooch from Russia

A gift from a friend that went to St Petersburg on business – a series of painted wooden matryoshkas all in a row. You can’t not love them!

9. Red Blackberry in pink cover

Yep. Even my Blackberry is red in a pink cover. It looks naked and completely unchic without its cover.

10. Piglet pen

His arms and legs move. Why not?

11. Confetti ribbons

The oversized ones are the best, and I can’t get enough of their glossiness.

12. The White Stripes Under Blackpool Lights

A birthday present, and a rocking one at that. Jack White forever.

13. Country Road braided belt

The colour reminds me of plasticine.

14. Red lady tweezers

A gift from my friend Candy, who knows how much I love little trinkets. She thinks it looks like me.

15. Rolling Stones card

I’m a die-hard Stones fan, and I also love really simple graphic illustrations (often Japanese-inspired and in limited colour palettes). The classic Stones motif still does it for me. This was a birthday card from my family this year.

16. Turkish ring

Another favorite. I wear it every day, and people ask about it without fail, both men and women.

17. Vintage bag

This bag broke the first time I used it, and ever since, I have to wear it with caution.

18. Velvet and felt floral hairclip

A gift from my mom, found at Knysna’s only knitting supplies store. I love it.

19. Jewellery box

I love these vibrant, Indian-style jewelry boxes, and have many. They’re crammed with all my jools and other bits and pieces.

20. Milnerton Market geisha

Another favorite. She is oh so delicate, cost R15, and is wearing a hand-sewn kimono made of vintage silk.

21. Floral nail file

Another pretty little thing. Sure, it could be a plain old emery board. But I like the pretty ones.


Christopher Kane Resort 2012. Amen.

Pleated metallic lurex in powder pink with neon rainbow accents, tail hems, prim colours and perverse little peeps of lace. Good Lord.

I know the haters are gonna hate, but he had me at lurex.

I am truly shaping up to be a firm fan of Christopher Kane’s edgy take on classic shapes. The spareness of shape mixed with the rebelliousness of fabric and colour is exactly the kind of incongruous, unexpected symphony that sends me over the edge.

Please take note of the Chelsea boots with the neon insets. My heart!


Melancholia

I, along with the rest of the girls born in the late 80’s (and thus privy to a spate of late 90’s/early 00’s Kirsten Dunst films like Jumanji, Bring it On, The Virgin Suicides and Strike!), am a huge Miss Dunst fan.

I stumbled upon the trailer for Melancholia on Youtube yesterday and I cannot wait to see it. Fluttery frocks, perfect tee’s, Charlotte Gainsbourg and Charlotte Rampling and the apocalypse? Ticks all the boxes for moi.

Stefni’s Seven

I recently got in touch with a fellow Garden Route girl, Stefni Muller, and found out a little more about the inspiring bespoke jewellery that she spends her days creating.

Stefni and I were friends of friends during highschool, both privy to the idyllic, seaside upbringing that Knysna afforded us. Knysna kids, many will tell you, are a little different. When I discovered Stef’s eclectic range of thoughtful, handcrafted rings and pendants in Knysna last year, she did nothing but reaffirm my belief in the importance and authenticity of locally conceived products.

I asked her 7 questions because 7 is my favourite number, and because I have a persistent love of alliteration that I will always find a way to include.

1. Tell me a little bit about yourself – who you are, what you do, the
things you love.

I’m still trying to figure out who I am. I don’t think that journey ever ends, but if I had to sum it up in a few words… creative surfing traveller head over heels in love with dogs! I am most comfortable in outdoor spaces, where I can hear or see the ocean, and I’m most at home when I can feel the sand beneath my feet.  Adventure and exploration is the key element to my creativity, it keeps me and my work raw and humble. I feel that my products should be honest.

2. You grew up in Knysna. How much of an influence has that had on the style of your jewellery?

I actually lived in Pretoria for the first 13 years of my life and moved to Knysna at the age of 14. Knysna has had a major influence on my work in general, but mainly because I had the privilege of living the lifestyle that ultimately fuelled my creativity… it’s all about the lifestyle.

3. How did you come to be a jewellery designer? What has the journey until today been like?

Jewellery Design and Manufacture wasn’t my first choice. To be honest, I didn’t even know anything like it existed.

I enjoyed working with my hands immensely but it was the hardest four years of my life. I struggled to express myself in metal, and there wasn’t much freedom in the design or manufacturing process.

I stuck it out and got the degree, but I was on the first plane out of here and swore that I’d never pick up a paint brush, or make jewellery again.  I spent two years following the summer between South Africa and England and it was absolute bliss.

After a two year break I was more passionate than ever before.  I had needed to refuel.  I woke up one morning, had my last cup of tea saluting the ocean in front of my house on the English coastline, booked a plane ticket home and opened my own creative studio trading under Stefni.

I can’t say that jewellery design was what I’ve always dreamt of doing, but looking back I wouldn’t change it for the world.  I now am a diverse creative with the privilege of balancing my time between a few disciplines I am absolutely passionate about.

4. Describe your jewellery  – who do design it for and who do you envision wearing it?

Raw and honest.  I’d like to think that there is no pretense in my work.  That’s the way I approach the manufacturing process, too.  I melt my own metal, roll
it myself and make everything by hand.  I takes much longer and is more labour intensive, but it gives my product a truthfulness that machinery doesn’t come close to.

I don’t make jewellery for the money, but rather for the love of who it will end up with. I would like those who have a close connection to nature to wear my jewellery; those who still know the worth of thought-provoking, handmade things.

5. What materials do you like to work with?

Brass is a favourite. Silver at times.  And then all things found!  On the street, at second hand markets, or on the beach.  I like to take things that served a specific purpose but are no longer of use and celebrate their existence within my jewellery. I also incorporate a lot of fabric and thread… they are key elements in my work.

6. Are there any other designers/artists/crafters either locally or
internationally that you admire?

Faith47, Andrew Thomas Breitenberg from One Street Herald and Banksy (to
state the obvious) are graffiti artists that I admire, all of whom challenge societal rules, expose the truth, share and inspire. Artists? There is only one… Peter van Straaten… need I say more? (He is also my ultimate!)

7. What inspires you?

The ocean, adventure, photography, old school anything! Foreign language films, travelling, third world countries, mountains, sunshine, rain… I LOVE it when it rains and it seems like everything gets purified, cleansed and renewed.

Fabric also inspires me. You will lose me in a fabric shop. I don’t need it but I will buy it! The English coast surfing scene is also so beautiful.  And most of all my dog and partner in crime in most adventures, Roxy dog. The list can go on forever… every day is an artwork waiting to happen!

Stefni’s range is available at French Kisses in Knysna and Plett, at T&Co in Cape Town, and at Gatsby & Gold in London. She has previously exhibited at the Design Indaba, Kamers vol Geskenke and at the Food Wine Design Fair.

Do yourself a favour and go check out the rest of Stefni’s incredible one off pieces on her website. I am particularly partial to her gorgeous heavyset rings, each of which is crafted from sleek, matte metal and studded with some or other arcane, compelling keepsake. She takes the things that we stumble upon and put in our pockets and gives them another life.

All images by Cornelius M. Muller

China Doll

My mom has been calling me China Doll since forever. This picture, taken of me at about age 4, demonstrates why. I was blessed with decidedly almond-shaped eyes, and have subsequently been questioned about my heritage since birth. In Turkey I met people that wouldn’t believe I was South African, and I routinely get compared to everything from Korean to Chinese. I secretly like to believe that my mom and I are descended from some ancient Oriental dynasty, but those cherry blossom-tinted delusions remain to be seen.

In the meantime, I have always nurtured a fascination with Oriental aesthetics – winged cat’s eye makeup, porcelain skin, jet black hair, little painted lips, and of course, kimonos.

The kimono is a micro trend that I am trying to find a way to embrace without cheapening its regal origin. The 90’s saw a horrific profusion of cheap satin Chinese-inspired tops and dresses (thigh slits firmly in place), and became the scapegoat for many a sever side parting skewered with a chopstick. This season’s kimono is slightly closer to the real thing – soft, feminine and comprised of compelling prints.

I spotted Louise Ebel in a particularly  pretty ASOS kimono-inspired playsuit – wrap-style at the front and with floaty, draped sleeves – and had brief delusions of sending away for it. In reality, though, it is really not my style, as my best friend pointed out.

I could, however, experiment with an obi belt, as seen (gilded) at Gucci SS 2011. The obi is flattering and dramatic in just the right way – poised and purposeful. A neon printed obi could be a cool alternative to the traditional floral, and could be worn with neutrals and pastels.

Summer will also see more of the clunky wooden-heeled wedges and Hasbeen-wannabe’s that we saw at the tail end of last Summer. Being in possession of my own pair of wooden platforms, I can tell you that teetering around on the 3-inch heel a) yields a satisfying sound and b) produces a forced, petite gait that is akin to the small, deliberate steps taken by the geishas we all picture in our minds.

What do you think of the kimono trend and how will you wear it? I have a sage green vintage smock that has a kimono-esque feel to it, but it’s not quite as delicate as I would like. I will keep you posted as to my China Doll developments.

Images: 1. Family album 2. Vintage geisha postcard via Vintage Lulu 3. Topshop kimono 4. Texuba kimono fabric 5. Unknown cherry blossoms 6. Louise Ebel for Grazia Italia 7. Kimono playsuit by ASOS 8. Gucci SS 2011 9. Obi belt by Uroco 10. Obi belt by ASOS 11. Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony 12. Sonia by Sonia Rykiel

Thursday Thangs

Want to know what this colourful little pastiche is all about?

Then head on over to Truworths’ Love Fashion blog, where I followed up my Idols post for them with a round up of things I am inspired by at the moment. Yes, I do love those platform creepers. And, yes, that vampire fringe too.

 

Charlotte Linton

My luxury scarf addiction is officially out of control.

But can you blame me? Charlotte Linton is a print designer and fashion writer based in London and I love her scarves.

Charlotte’s story is so enchanting. Her muse is a fictional character called Ermantrude, whose adventures around the globe she illustrates. The Himalayas, Madagascar, Japan: Ermantrude explores, and Charlotte’s scarves follow. In this way, she creates a narrative for each scarf and the journey taken to produce the story behind its specfic print.

 

 

Charlotte has produced prints for the likes of Paul Smith, Hussein Chayalan and Oasis. She studied Fashion Prints and Printed Textiles at Central Saint Martins and The Royal College of Art. It is no wonder that each scarf is a work of art with a thought-provoking title to boot. I love the unusual ways that they are styled in her lookbooks, and the fact that they are extra large and luxe.

Autumn / Winter 2011

 

Spring / Summer 2011

 

 

Bow Peep

The bow tie – such an austere and archaic symbol; of gentlemanliness, breeding, decorum and ceremony. One of the biggest trends we have seen in 2011 is a resurgence of sharp, masculine tailoring and androgynous detailing. In stark contrast to the sex-bomb glamour of the 70’s revival and the ladylike luxe of Mad-Men-esque silhouettes, the trend is an excellent excuse to channel your inner tomboy and break out the suspenders, cufflinks and tuxedo detailing.

I’ve been a vintage bow tie collector for some time now (it being a natural extension of my love of big, bold bows) and have built up a smile-inducing little stockpile of ’em. These images depict my personal favourites.

My absolute ultimate is what can only be described as the utopian navy blue velvet one. Although not strictly a genuine (it fastens with a catch), its shape is gentlemanly perfection, and the velvet couldn’t be more sleek or plush. Blue velvet’s brother (or sister, depending on my mood) is black velveteen – he/she has a slightly more pronounced shape, and an adjustable strap. I have put him/her to excellent use in various formats over the years – head band, waist belt, hip belt, etcetera.

The two polka dots, maroon and brown respectively, are the real deal, and they also happen to be 100% silk. I love the extra curvaceous shape of the classic black tuxedo bow tie. I am yet to achieve a genuine bow tie with it, but I sometimes wear it hanging loose around the neck of a white tuxe shirt. Oh so affected, but it makes me feel like morning-after cool.

I have taken to jazzing up dresses and blouses with the two velvets a lot more of late. But I would so love to be able to put the authentic, old-fashioned trio to better use. A guy friend of mine recently mastered the authentic bow tie for thes first and told me that it made him feel really good about himself; really manly. I think that that is pretty fitting.

With that being said, I found a bow tie tutorial to share with you, so that you, too, can tie your very own authentic bow tie. I was hoping to find a really hip line drawing of the whole tooting process, but unfortunately the most clear depiction I could find was a video featuring two dapper Southern gents.

De Stijl

On the 25th of June I turn 25. My crown birthday. I feel sure that there is something celestial going on at the moment, because there is a strange symmetry in my life – as if things are aligned. All signs point to my 25th year. And because I so believe in kismet, I am choosing to think that the next year is going to be an historic one.

Friends and family have been asking me what I would like for said birthday. The truth is, I don’t need anything to speak of. Not a gadget, garland or a gravy boat (well, actually, I don’t have a gravy boat…) But that doesn’t mean I don’t want anything.

What do I want?

I want a 1965 Yves Saint Laurent Mondrian-inspired shift dress, please. I have always had a penchant for the De Stijl movement’s bold, primary clash, and the simple harmony of geometry, symmetry and asymmentry… and it seems a fitting gift for the sudden alignment of the planets in my own personal solar system.

Will trade soul for De Stijl.

Show your bones

My penchant for skulls is a well-documented fetish that invades my home, doodles and writing. I’ll never forget learning about symbols in Vanitas paintings whilst at university, and realising that my lifelong love of the macabre icon was a little more historical and a little less hysterical.

The skull motif has since become overwhelmingly trendy in pop culture – art, fashion, interiors and design are inundated with it. The obvious result is that one has to be selective when choosing one’s skulls. Seriously. The skull pieces in my house are handpicked, handmade beauties that took my breath away upon first meeting.

The life-size wire skull that sits on my dining room table was bought from a street vendor in Kalk Bay when I could scarcely afford to put petrol in my car to get back to town. He had only one, and I knew if I didn’t take it right then I’d never see it again. I bargained him down to R200 and the skull joined us for lunch at Polana. The Mexican sugar skull that is custodian of my bookcase was the catalyst for my mini collection – I bribed my colleagues to give her to me for my birthday a couple of years ago. She’s a convenient candle holder, too, but I refuse to burn anything but black candles on her sacred, blossom-bedecked cranium. By the following year, said colleagues had just about mastered their amusement when I asked for the Emma Cook skull lightbox that now adorns my wall. A fetish, indeed.

Despite my genuine love of them, I am wary of actually wearing any skulls. So often they look cheap and, worse, corny. Skulls paired with pink, skulls paired with skater shoes, skulls paired with pigtails. That’s Avril Lavigne, not Karen O. It’s a travesty. My one concession is a Perspex skull pendant on a dainty silver chain, seldom worn, but always loved. And I think I may have just found another…

This ornate skull ring by local jewellers, Sirkel, is just beauteous. The perfect mix of morbid and lush – true Vanitas. Each Sirkel piece is handmade. And that makes me want one even more.

This chrysoprase set in bright rose gold also caught my eye.

Sirkel also recently collaborated with acclaimed furniture maker Gregor Jenkinto create a very selected range of handmade rings. Incorporating raw, industrial diamonds and solid, sculptural settings, the unisex range has a real air of oldworld craftsmanship. The stones look like prehistoric shards and I like the contrast of their opaque surfaces with the gleaming metals. Wish list? Yes please.

Until I can call the Sirkel skull my own, I’m sticking with my resident ghouls. Skull gifts always welcome (my birthday’s in June).

Great Stock!

The sudden onset of dark-as-midnight mornings and chillier weather has me lusting after some quirksome hosiery. I’ve always been a devotee of unusual stockings and socks, and often envy girls that are able to combine them in interesting ways successfully. The wrong shoes, wrong dress and wrong mixture can leave you looking like an experiment rather than an eccentric.

These two-tone Chanel stockings from 2008 are still a firm favourite of mine, as are Kron‘s sherbet dipped ladders of delight (which I spoke about here). I could really, really do with a pair of each! Monochrome polka dots are also on my list.

While I was in London I bought a few cool pairs – some excellent leopard print stockings from H&M (not tacky leopard: super sleek, subversive leopard) and a pair of ultra-matte lavender ones from Topshop, which I plan to pair with my new platforms as soon as I find the right dress to complete the ensemble. I also stocked up on 120 denier plain black Topshop tights, which apparently last forever, and which are made for tall girls like me.

I usually end up squeezing into too-small torturers that were not built for long legs, laddering them on the first wear (without fail) and getting that chronic leg itch that comes with cheap tights. No more. Country Road, if you’re interested, also does a really good pair of stockings in a thick denier – pricey, but worth the longevity they provide, especially if, like me, you’re prone to catching them on corners of desks and other stocking-seducing objects.

While on the hunt for some outlandish tights, I discovered these, by Les Queues de Sardines, and I am smitten. They are delightfully macabre and fun – I especially love the pink ones with the eyes – they look like crybaby totems! And also the butchery-inspired ones, which are aptly named ‘Pieces de Boucherie’.

Les Queues de Sardines hosiery is stocked all over the world – in London you can find them at Selfridges.