Showing posts with label Acne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Acne. Show all posts
Saturday, 2 June 2012
WINTER WISHLIST
Friday, 20 April 2012
DREAM BABY DREAM...
I am almost positive that somewhere in a parallel universe out there, I am disco dancing down a glitter paved street wearing each of these winter wonders piled on, layer upon layer, shoe upon shoe, braids in hair, channeling moonbeams and listening to this. Yap.

Isabel Marant Sweater//Acne Mint Sweater//Isabel Marant Leather Pants//Pink Acne (Disco) heels//Jordan Askill Ring//Alexander Wang Turquoise Bag//Proenza Schouler Bag//Miu Miu Frames
Isabel Marant Sweater//Acne Mint Sweater//Isabel Marant Leather Pants//Pink Acne (Disco) heels//Jordan Askill Ring//Alexander Wang Turquoise Bag//Proenza Schouler Bag//Miu Miu Frames
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
BADLANDS BABY
I love finding new favourites at my local video store, Film Club. They always seem to have a treasure trove of old classic films, gathering dust on the shelf just waiting for their secrets to be revealed. I picked Badlands last night, and its made its way to somewhere-round-the-top on my all time list. Based on the horrifyingly true story of two renegade teens, Sissy Spacek (70s poster girl; yum) and Martin Sheen (somewhat cooler than the later Sheen) star in the 1973 flick. I love the silken visions of 70s suburban nostalgia in a Lolita-esque playground woven against the tapestry of a bone-chilling Bonny and Clyde murder story, in what becomes a stealthy Cadillac race across the Prairie badlands of Montana. I'll be channeling Sissy the next time I skip off to the store, in the secret hopes of meeting my very own murderous James Dean doppelgänger to steal me away.
A.P.C floral dress//Acne cotton shirt//A.P.C high waisted shorts//A.P.C navy loafer//Nars matte red lip
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Monday, 9 April 2012
Saturday In the Park
Im not usually one for understated chic casual dressing, or whatever you call it, but sometimes, oh how I wish I was! I do dream of it but when I leave the house wearing jeans, a stripey shirt, ballet flats and a wrist watch (not that I ever have), I would (hypothetically) pick up thrift store junk on the way to 'glitter' the outfit. Here I try my hand at it; this would be as min-chic as it gets, throw in some pink and a splash on neon orange, and voila. 
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