I'm a budding social media marketer, super-stylist, blogger and fashion nerd. I <3 disposable cameras, cupcakes, obscure Swedish bands, LND town and the taste of sea salt in the air. A hopeless romantic, with big hair, a bigger heart with Drum'n'Bass ripping through my veins.
As a female I understand that I can’t say much about the Cromwell and Cruthers product line, I can only really go by the truths of my male friends and according the the gospel the 100% natural shaving oil fairs quiet well. I can and will however happily endorse the latest Cromwell and Cruthers product redesign and their take on true barbershop traditions. I especially love the use of the amber colors, swirly monograms and the vintage apothecary feel of the bottle. The company will soon launch its latest campaign shot by fashion photographer McKenzie James and featuring Toronto designer Philip Sparks and his league of sharp dressed gentleman. Take a little sneak peak of the campaign shoot below.
And secondly
can we talk about how totally badass awesomsauce amazeballs the Holly FultonAutumn/Winter 2010 collection is?
The color palette, the geometry!
Pop art print shift dresses,
trompe l’oiel Swarovski crystal rainbows.
For girls so cool, it hurts.
Kinda bummed that I can’t get my fingers on a single piece, here in North America.
Monochromatic me is wanting a change.
Following the talented likes of Erdem and Giles Deacon, designer Holly Fulton will create a capsule collection for
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Smythson, the luxury stationary and leather goods brand. The collection is set to feature an assortment of diaries, notebooks and writing sets covered in her signature illustrations and blinged out with Swarovski crystal clasps. After combing the internet for some images, I finally managed to find a twit-pic photo, courtesy of Stella Magazine. The luxe pieces are set to hit stores in October, and are sure to be a sell out. As one of the stationary obsessed, I beg! Put me on some list, and let me get my hands on the goods!
I tend to preach, quiet a bit really.
So much so, that friends tend to tire of my sociological promises and I don’t know what I even mean anymore.
I mean yes, everything comes from a good place.
A good heart,
A good moment,
A loving thought.
These days, I fall silent. I mean really? Who am I to give answers?
I
Me
She, who has been hiding behind her own false calculations,
behind her own formulation of mediocrity,
Who am I?
I know
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Scribble makes my soul dance,
and my friends makes my soul sing, and
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Alex Fury is Versailles king,
and Shilingford is stylist princess
and I am merely a chambermaid.
I know I want nothing more than to live in London*
to holdiay in a shire
to rave in Ibiza
and to mumble pleasantries with Mr.Hack
and to one day,
maybe
if the Lord would bless me,
perhaps have even a fraction of my
childish dreams come true.
Perhaps.
For I am Kiwi,
and I dream massively always.
despite prejudice and time
i pray this moment
will lead me to higher ground.
So I keep my fingers crossed.
Till then,
it’s my cocoa skin,
afro hair
doc martens
anarchy
lace
and ninja stars
slicing my thoughts of love and peace
seeking peace
and creative lust through these
more than desperate times.
