Posts Tagged ‘d90’
a conversation at my old work in london:
colleague 1: oh stop being such a hairy old socialist, jessica.
me: i am *not* a socialist!
colleague 1 (sneering): that’s true. you have far too many shoes to be a socialist.
colleague 2: now that’s unfair. jessica believes every man, woman and child should have the right to have as many shoes as she does.
me: now *that’s* socialism.
unexpected treats in unexpected places. lake ferry is a tiny village by a sea lagoon at the almost-southernmost point of the north island of new zealand. we went there a couple of weekends ago .. making the most of a nice day to head out in my temperamental little MG. the scenery was spectacular, the remoteness really bracing .. and in the local pub (the only place that i could see that was open) they serve truly excellent fish and chips.
something bright and cheerful to finish off a perfect weekend. you know, in wellington the suburb of newtown has a reputation for being a bit ragged and a bit rubbish. but its rough edges make it all the more interesting after the relatively low-key bohemia of cuba street etc. and there is colour. a lot of colour.
as (sir) paul smith says: you can find inspiration in everything, and if you can’t, look again. amen to that.
happy week, everyone xxx
forget the art deco; on a blue, blue sunshiney day in napier, the thing to photograph was the funfair, sitting silently, awaiting customers.
hello, my name is ninetwelvetwentyfive and i am addicted to melissa shoes. seriously. the clever designs. the intelligent and forward-thinking selection of collaborators. the fact they’re vegan and recyclable. the delicious smell of bubblegum. the sheer comfort factor, whereby i can wear even the most vertiginous of high heels for hours. all these are huge points in melissa’s favour, but what i love most is the sheer fabulousness.
yes, they’re all vivienne westwood anglomania. left to right: ultragirl II, lady dragon, three straps elevated.
if you are lucky enough to live in brazil, you can get the melissa range in the fabulous galeria melissa in são paulo .. or in shopping centres all over the country. i like the jelly stores .. they carry the complete range as well as accessories, and the girls in the shops are super-friendly. if you’re in australasia then the best place to get them is the melissa australia online store. the discovery that they ship to new zealand may be very damaging to my poor credit card.
and then, there’s these. a top competitor for all-time best vintage shopping score. i bring you: my new chloé boots.
found lurking in the footwear section of the ever-fabulous recycle boutique .. taken home, re-soled and re-heeled with new insoles (i think you should always do this with vintage shoes; apart from lengthening the life of the shoes, it makes them new and sparkly-looking and banishes any memories of the previous owner’s feet) and massaged with nourishing polish, they’re just everything wonderful. i find it hard to track down knee high boots that go all the way up to my knee, but these do. perfect for banishing cruel southerly breezes in this lovely summer weather we’re having :-/
what are some of your recent finds?
meu amor. um mes e vou estar nos seus braços novamente. não vejo a hora.
out the front of my lawyer’s building, there is this really rather fantastic sculpture. it’s this spiral of shards of mirror. and, well, i had my d90 with me, and so .. it would have been rude not to.
outfit details: band jacket vintage (amazing! from traid in hammersmith), t-shirt and jeans uniqlo, boots of fabulousness solea, red bag from marc jacobs, shopping tote from zambesi in NZ. yep, i do the two-bags thing, pretty regularly in fact. it’s mainly because i don’t want to overload my main bag and completely kill my poor shoulders.
whatelsecanitellya. it is raining very hard outside, keith floyd and patrick swayze r.i.p., the tattoo on my foot is nearly photo-worthy and i’m going to do some sewing tonight. there is leatherette, black charmeuse and leopard print chiffon, though not to use in the same garment. obviously. but now that i mention it .. hmm ..
some days i make an effort:
(jacket vintage from rio, grey american apparel shirt which i wear far too often, solea shoes, cropped trousers from glassons in NZ — my friend sola described them as “hammer pants” which is better than saying i look like rupert the bear, i guess)
and some days i don’t:
(well, not much of an effort except for the shoes, which are paul smith from the sale at selfridges yyyyyeeearssss ago. you know, men really *get* these shoes. they are the only shoes i own which reliably get comments from otherwise fashion-estranged blokes. why is that?)
this week has been super mental and it’s with some delight that i have reached the weekend. yay weekend.
i plan to sort out my accounts (rock) and customise a leather jacket that i bought for 20 bucks in wellington. currently, it is a nasty, boxy shape. but it is beautiful soft leather. so i hope to recut it so that it looks a bit more rick owens and a bit less rick astley. i’ll let you know.
in other news, i’m starting to set dates and make plans for my return to NZ. it’s both exciting and terrifying.
you’ve bought yourself a second chance.
cardi m&s (whisper it not), vest uniqlo, shorts reiss, crazy-ass yellow shoes from traid in hammersmith. (and hey, i know this photo is as grainy as a grainy thing. it was early. what can i tell you.)
that flokati rug is delicious to walk on and it looks cool in a 70s-pr0n sort of way. but dear god it doesn’t half shed fluff like a monster. i imagine it’s what it’d be like to live with a very very fluffy angora rabbit. except, you know, flatter. and less carrot-demanding.
so it is a muggy summer night, i am exchanging sms messages with my boy who is freezing on a winter’s day in new zillund, and there are helicopters circling. in my little very un-punk corner of suburbia! how very dare they. i’m writing to my MP.