Hello Kitty

Fashion Quarterly Winter 09 - 'Hello Kitty'

I love everything about this shoot.

Birthday Letters

Me and poetry have never been friends. It'd be all "Fancy words, triple entendre and incomplete sentences!" and I'd be like "No! Speak English you fool, I can't understand a word you're saying!"

Then I discovered Ted Hughes. His writing makes me swoon. I am envious of his ability to find the perfect phrase, expressing what he means with the fewest of words. 

Birthday Letters was published the year that he died and explores his relationship with Sylvia Plath. Here is one of my favourites from the book.

Fingers

Who will remember your fingers?

Their winged life? They flew

With the light in your look.

At the piano, stomping out hits from the forties,

They performed an incidental clowning

Routine of their own, deadpan puppets.

You were only concerned to get them to the keys.

But as you talked, as your eyes signalled

The strobes of your elation,

They flared, flicked balletic acrobatics.

I thought of birds in some tropical sexual

Play of display, leaping and somersaulting,

Doing strange things in the air, and dropping to the dust.

Those dangers of your excess!

With such deft, practical touches - so accurate.

Thinking their own thoughts caressed like lightning

The lipstick into your mouth corners.

Trim conductors of your expertise,

Cavorting at your typewriter,

Possessed by infant spirit, puckish,

Who, whatever they did, danced or mimed it

In weightless largesse of espressivo.

I remember your fingers. And your daughter's

Fingers remember your fingers

In everything they do.

Her fingers obey and honour your fingers,

The lares and Penates of our house.

Moon & Moon

Bat for Lashes performing at this year's Glastonbury.

More gorgeous photos from the festival can be found here. 

Ellen hearts Ellery

I must have that jacket.

Colourless Colour

Hannah Glasby + Therese Rawsthorne

My favourite Australian model wearing clothes by my favourite Australian designer. What a pair!

The Blues are Still Blue

I'm not usually one to follow a trend (personal style is much more important to me than what the Sunday Age says we should be wearing), but I am loving denim shirts at the moment. After a couple of months of fruitless searching, I have found two denim shirts in an op shop. Geelong never lets me down. 

They're not in stores yet, so get as much wear out of it now before the chain stores find out about them and all of the blind fashion victims (you know, the ones who look like they've just come from a Sportsgirl photoshoot) thrash it to death. In which case I will put mine in the back of my closet letting it ripen for a few years before bringing it out again and BAM! it's better than ever. There's one exception to that rule however, and that is leggings. Leggings as pants and denim leggings are never okay.

Photos from various sources including: Jak&Jil, Zanita, Garbage Dress, turnedout.tv and Backyard Bill 

Heck, even the always-stylish Paul from Franz Ferdinand is wearing a denim shirt in their new video, which is probably the most clever music video I've seen since Metronomy.