Thursday, May 31, 2012


Wearing: Ballet singlet top from Syd and Mallory, reworked Levi's denim shorts from ChinaPig and Nightwalker heels from Jeffrey Campbell.

I've been absolutely obsessed with buying vintage and one of a kind clothing from boutiques on Asos Marketplace; and the stress from exam studying went straight to my head. I figured that pulling together a few outfit posts I've had floating around my head for a while would be good to blow off some steam- as well as show off my legs shaped by many shifts at work and running up and down the court. I do have a a pair of ballet platform shoes from the Jeffrey Campbell X Wildfox collection coming my way- but my creative juices wouldn't wait until they got here. The shoes haven't had a chance to be shown off properly either so I figured it was time to let them loose on my readers.

Another gorgeous pair of shorts from ChinaPig are being made for me at this moment but they're a little different from this pair. The shorts I wear shown above are dip-dyed in bleach, cut up and also adorned in sewn fake flowers.They're mainly pink, but there's a few white daisies sewn amongst the small flowerbed I've got bursting out of my pocket. As an added bonus the flowers don't get in the way of me sitting down, but I think I need to shed a few more kilos before they fit better around my middle. The second pair will be dyed pastel pink and have small rosary beads sewn onto the front and back pockets. I can't wait till they get made... this first pair are simply killer and ChinaPig boutique run by Stephanie did an awesome job!

I don't mind sharing with you that this is the first time I've managed to squeeze myself into a pair of size 12 shorts since I was in primary school! With the extra shifts I've picked up this year I've managed to slim down while also earning some sweet cash. Online shopping has aided me in looking like a sweet girlfriend; but if I was as sweet as I appear with dancer shirt and floral shorts I would have bought an ice cream cake for my boyfriend. Looking sweet is something I do for fun, but I like to keep my spiky and sassy attitude about me. It's like a camouflage mechanism if you will, protecting me from burly and aggressive men.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Karla Spetic Dreamer AW 2010

The Dreamer AW 2010 collection from Karla Spetic had all the alluring elements and promise of Dorian Gray: the pastel colour palette and marriage between artistic endeavours, well dressed dandies and the promise of young love in equally soft tones and romantically pitched photographs and a seemingly tragic young heroine of astonishing beauty. It is my favourite collection from this brand to date as it easily uses the chosen colours of the collection for silk blazers and matching skirts to sublime but functional knitwear. There was the cheeky interplay between two shades of the same piece for scarfs as well as jackets that breathed life into the collection and made it fun as well as chic. Despite the youthful tones used in the collection, there’s a greater maturity suggested in the structure of the pieces and the derelict backdrop of bare boned building behind the blond beauty.

Common sense will tell me that owning a white coat when I live in a city fascinated with black and its many different applications in the central business district, but the little girl fascinated with geometry and clothing will argue that I'll be kept warm in the generous folds of a Karla Spetic cape. It's not often I take such a shine to something white, but when worn with pale purple reminiscent of lavender I am often won over easily. I was caught in the rain something chronic last Friday and really did need something a bit thicker than fleece to shield myself from the rain, cold and wind. Perhaps this particular cape will fair much better in such circumstances but it's a cheering thought that a gold bag, neatly bunned hair and some Vivienne Westwood shoes would make for a winning combination with this particular piece. Red or purple lipstick will also make a bold impact given the large canvas of white material that can wrap around you in the chillier Winter months.

I don't expect knitwear to look so chic, but it's always a pleasant surprise when sassy blond models try to look cross in what looks to be comforting and soft material in all my favourite colours. I'm usually crazy about symmetrical patterns and colours and will accept nothing less than perfection, but the mismatched halves of jumpers and cardigans is so different and experimental but has none of that unhealthy utterance of Doctor Frankenstein. Some pieces do have look of mish-mashed messes and complicated layers thrown on to the model, but its innocence and favourable colour pallet reminds me so much of young American fashion blogger Tavi Gevinson and her earlier outfits. If I could pop back in time and show this to her, I bet she'd be all over it; for the visuals as well as the cosy touch of fibres. While on holiday last year I bought two prison rosaries (plastic) in light pink and lilac; I think I could easily pair them with this sweater as well as cat leggings from Wowch and buckles wedges from Rubi shoes. If anyone is keen to give their Karla Spetic pieces away, free to a good home I'll always be right here.

Although I don't roam around freely to second hand shops, I tend to envision finding treasures such as half and half cardigans with big rounded buttons and dapper paper boy shorts. It would certainly be a little easier on my poor wallet if I could get those dream ensembles for under $10, but when it comes to lining the pockets of Australian as well as New Zealand designers I don't think too harshly of them for paying boutique prices. There are plenty of other young girls such as myself who derive enjoyment from seeing their collections, presentation of models and sometimes runway collections for free. Someone in the end will have to pay for such creativity, and when you can get an orange and pink cardigan with a twist from the deal I would say that is a fair trade.

Karla Spetic also applied herself to the Little Black Dress with outstanding results; the relaxed and loose folds of the skirt allow the model to have a dancer-like elegance about her but the sharp geometric cage-like cut of the dress above the bodice is alluring as well.I don't try by any means to find classic pieces that fit into a wardrobe with ease; if that were the case I would be known as the black widow or some sort of psychopathic girl dressed in black. While I do prefer colourful pairs of jeans, patterned prints and flowers decorating pieces in organza I love the lines of this dress and it's flattering bust. I'm continually off put by confining skirts that risk my falling from social grace- the proportions in all aspects of this dress are perfect and the hemline is respectable given the room one can move with in the pleats. It's by no stretch something plain and dull for a little black dress, rather it's high-impact in terms of structure but also not extravagant.

I gave up on garment construction long before anything this challenging could rear it's head, but I'm almost sad that I didn't dream up the Western world's rebuttal to a sarong and made for Winter wear. It's reminds me a lot of magnificently layered costumes young children aspire towards when they are first allowed to dress themselves; and the neutral tones of grey and white express a tranquility and grace about the outfit. A lack of strong bold

My vintage fuelled bender is continuously kept ablaze with the discovery of new velvet dresses with as many contours and valleys as the Americas that Columbus unearthed so many years ago. I personally think that a dress that can show off the shape of cleavage but without any sort of hysteria or controversy may be worth a little more than a crusty old continent, but who knows that the next economic day will bring and what the catwalks will declare as the new du jour and the next faux pas. Being a poor student, my mother bought a lot of my prettiest party dresses and they were never too showy and never the right shade that I wanted, but a black velvet dress with such geometric shape about its design has such high merits as lofty Apollo himself. Getting to test run something that has knotted material would be worthwhile, as I am not one to tolerate halternecks or even cutting bikinis, but in the name of fashion I would love to add a felt hat and long hanging coat to wear this dress about town in the daylight. My mother would probably disapprove, as she strongly believes that day things are explicitly for day wear and night respectively- but she doesn't get modern fashion and she never has quite gotten the grasp of my style. It's a bit of a detriment when she still insists on buying my clothes at the age of eighteen...

I've only just grown accustomed to wearing my black cardigan day in and day out, but for a nice change of pace maybe something with a little more personality would suit my routine. Karla Spetic's Dreamer collection of 2010 has already supplied all the solutions to my lack of Winter wardrobe; now all that's left is to acquire the wonderful pieces. I already feel as if I have the dilemma of balancing my creative side with the scientific nerd within me; why not make it apparent that I grapple with the two sides of my brain? I'm intrigued as t what the back of the cardigan must look like and whether the two colours meet at the back panel or they meld into one another with a subtle mixture of colours.

Although I do love to dress weird and buy extravagant shoes with platforms and unusual materials I don't thrive on attention and don't shine when in the spotlight; however when partying in the cooler Winter months I wouldn't mind being covered in a mass of layered and knotted velvet, sporting a cute headscarf or bow in addition to a warm, woolen duffel coat or vintage knitted cardigan. Throw in a quirky alcoholic drink with a straw and you may actually turn me into someone who knows how to have a good time. It has been a long while since I've gone out and loosened up with a drink in hand, but at least I do know my good fashion and wear to buy quality clothing with unique, one-of-a-kind designs. Taking note of a small Australian collection two years after it's release is sure to create a dress hunt of holy-grail-proportions, but there are sure to be other velvet creations made in the next season that will delight me.

Ladies and gentlemen, Karla Spetic would now like to present what may well be the suit of the century (for women swear at least). There is an artistic pattern of red lipstick smothered girls with strawberry blond and yellow hair as well as superbly bodies covering silk jacket with matching skirt. I had no aspiration to become a business woman with hair tied in an uptight bun and intimidating glasses until I laid eyes on this suit and I reached the revelation that being smart and chic doesn't exclude one from sweet pastel tones. Not only is this my favourite piece from the Karla Spetic Dreamer collection, but it is my favourite ensemble from the designer. The structure of the jacket isn't bold and allows the printed textiles to do all the talking and as per usual the pleats of the skirt are subtle enough to be unnoticed but are spacious enough to allow comfort to the wearer. It's magnificent, the model looks breath-taking and radiant, and if I were a size 8 I could have bought the whole outfit on eBay at least once or twice. Fate has a funny way of being cruel and metaphorically kicking you in the teeth.

Before last years runaway success of cable knitted shorts was unleashed on the world thanks to New Zealand label Stolen Girlfriend's Club, it would appear that Karla Spetic made a larger impact as far as knitted creations are concerned and balanced comfort and visual aesthetic of clothing all in the one collection. The knitted skirt idea is probably nothing new and could be made overnight by a skilled matron of the knitting needles but it's still refreshing to see the textured bottoms used in what could be a runway show and collection. What really struck me about this collection was the pastel tones used throughout various materials and mediums; be it wool or silk and the presentation of the collection. It's minimalist and isn't extravagant like an over-stuffed peacock, but it's still effective and has plenty of bite. I'll always remember the gorgeous knits, knotting of sweatshirts and velvet as well as silk printed suits. This will be the collection that defines the brand and I will probably compare every other collection to this hereafter but it's the highest standard I believe Karla Spetic has produced and delighted me with it's variations on trend and theme.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

MBFWA Street Style x Ryan Kenny

Photographer Ryan Kenny has been a prolific when it comes to to some of the photo shoots with popular youth label Urban Outfitters and also was let loose on the streets of Sydney for Oyster magazine to spot some of the more wildly dressed folks. The results are nothing short of fantastic; but their back stories and clothes are vague and mysterious. First cab off the rank is Tempe Nakiska a Melbourne based journalist who has contributed to Broadsheet, FAINT Magazine, Fallen Magazine and other bits and pieces. Her laptop cover in metallic gold is a triumph as far as electronic-based stationery is concerned and it's reassuring to see journalists don't always conform to suits and are free to roam around finding the stories of a busy city.

My favourite outfit belongs to the enigma that is Hayley Morgan, who I suspected was the off-duty model but actually isn't. I have some sort of theory that models adore creepers and often hog all the best patterned leggings since they're legs would be the skinniest and easily resemble toothpicks. I love the layered effect of collared shirt, sweater and anorak- something I should try to wear to university a little more often since layering will be the only thing to save myself from total affliction of the cold. I unfortunately lack the cute, vacant expression she possesses and it will be quite some time before I can bust open my bank account for a pair of pretty patterned leggings. It seems I'll be wearing long socks under tights with new denim shorts for quite some time or until I can't bear the cold, searing winds anymore.

Emma Norris of Chic Management balances school girl elegance with the modern twist of ripped black shirt and fake-leather skirt. Black and blue never looked so good until gold outlines were introduced with sunglasses as well as attitude. I'll never be a super skinny and sensational size eight but I'll settle for losing small amounts of weight this week and feeling a little better about myself, comparing yourself to a professional model can only end in heartbreak. Admiring what they wear when not on the runway is a little easier then comparing diets and can certainly spawn much better ideas and adaptations of your own style as well. Blazers aren't the in vogue at the moment, but a role of a model isn't necessarily to follow the current trends; they would be much more comfortable setting the tone for the season as well as being exposed to all the best collections of their region.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Mike Kelley

January 31st of 2012 heralded in the end of Summer in the my city, the beginning of Spring in the Americas and Europe and sadly the loss of creative mind Mike Kelley. I was never readily involved with the visual arts as a student throughout high school and wasn't readily affected by the news of his death, but after having a vague exploration of his works I wish I were able to see them with my own eyes. The installations are vividly textured and involve seemingly innocent stuffed animals; a motif also held on the discography of the Sonic Youth album, 'Dirty'. The assemblages of found objects has an angelic appeal- I certainly wouldn't expect the works to come from a middle-aged man living in New York but more like my own sugar-seeped dreams from childhood of what would make a good interactive toy store. Whatever Kelley's motivations for his work, it is assured he will be missed and remembered for his contributions towards popular culture as well as his commentary on youth rebellion and class status in America.

While I busily toil away over a hot textbook, learning various equations all I could think how different life would be if I instead produced sculptures- especially those made of soft, fluffy collectibles. It would take a while to master combining all the different materials together and banding them with whatever cords and threads I can find, but maybe it would have been a more enjoyable Senior year if I had chosen Studio Arts and to work busily on a portfolio. Without any original ideas though, I am nothing more than a cheap copy cat and until I create my own images and produce more outfit posts as well I will be nothing more than a mediocre blogger sitting behind a computer screen- failing to reach my potential and audiences.

While some young women are content to decorate in the style of bohemians and gypsies, I think I would prefer to remove the flags and posters above my bedroom wall and instead create a banner made of knitted toys and other abandoned nonsense from junk shops. While the idea seems radical, I can't help but wonder if some loony grandmother has also had the same idea to combine loved teddy bears and knitted jargon together into a feature rug or very lumpy shag carpet. What's really appealing about the presentation of this studio space is the open, simple white walls that remind me of my own bland home. I don't think there is any sewing machine with any girth and strength to assemble whole stuffed toys together; but one can dream. If I were to ever tackle the idea myself I'd like to try a small scale model at first- but teddy bears the size of thimbles aren't in popular demand I'm afraid. In New York, only the strong survive and to be heard you have to go hard or simply go home.

Perhaps Kelley just had a natural knack for finding unsettling toys with a more sinister nature then they really should; or they just don't make them like they used to. In the case of my native Australia I don't see too many loved teddy bears with squished faces, missing eyes or kissey faces but maybe a whole room full of them wouldn't have been for the best. If that were dedicated to my work and techniques for creating installations and sculptures and meant travelling around the world for art exhibitions and rubbing elbows with other creative minds; well, that would be a different story. There's more than meets to eye to such simple set-ups and even from high school subjects, students are instructed to construct stories and meaning behind their works. A friend of mine has churned out a sculpture a week for the past ten weeks or so; they must be a mastermind bullshit artist by now.
And finally, to present a little of the Sonic Youth discography and what first attracted my attention to Kelley as well as Claire Inc featuring the news of his death on their blog. Artists and musicians seems like natural compatriots as they are both trying to express their feelings as well as create and give something new to society. A lot of people don't make it and that's what always scared me and held me back from trying in either field. Kudos to Mike Kelley; his work and all his criticism of the youth rebellion and popular culture. It is from our elders that we form out first free-thinking ideas and seek to either gain their approval or simply act as radicals to shock them. I hope others took more away from his legacy than I did, and that those close to him find solace in the end that they were intimate with such a creative mind.

Billy Bride

My admiration for bohemian tones have once again reached fever pitch- thanks to Oyster Magazine online and their Billy Bride giveaway my eye has been drawn to the beauty of chunky stones combined with thick metal bands as well as loosely tasseled and threaded necklaces. I certainly wish I was a little more creatively competent and able to create wonderful jewellery myself; or at least pay homage to the pieces in tribute drawings or photographs. Discovering this brand was a sheer delight- I even recognised some of the pieces from the Micro-Blogging website Tumblr, sadly notorious for showing hauntingly beautiful images with a lack of source behind them. There's a certain character about the Billy Bride jewellery label as well as associated images I have scrapped together including vivid water colours of some of the pieces and images of Billy Bride, the designer herself.

Above is a magnificent profile of the designer Billy Bride in all her glory; and while I can't confirm that her hair is still a wondrous combination of pink and purple, I think that having a small insight into the personal style of a creative mind is indicative of the work they produce. A contrast like that is made a little easier when they can be found about the streets and incorporate their pieces into their own wardrobe. This makes sense logically- you become a designer whether your medium be clothes, shoes, bags or jewellery because you have good ideas that need to be made a reality and that other people will enjoy aesthetically. I certainly enjoy every energy and the nature of the brand as a whole- the photo shoots are spectacular and the pieces themselves seem almost otherworldly. There's something to be said for a brand which feels so subconsciously alluring and mystical.

It's always inspiring to see a personality behind a designer, and one that is as enthralling as Billy Bride. The two images above and one below have been taken from Blog 'i want what she's wearing' in which designer Billy Bride was snapped with Alexander Wang Diego bag, coffee cup in hand as well as some of her own fantastic creations adorning her fingers. I'd love to be able to interview this creative mind and be welcomed into her home which must be filled with tidbits of raw crystals as well as fine metals. A studio space is such an intimate place, as compared to an office. There's a certain personal vigour associated with it and I suspect that of this jewellery designer would be intense to say the least. Her air of bohemian chic is also noticeable; from her roughly painted black nails to her loosely buttoned shirt and torn leather jackets draped over one arm. It makes me wish I was a little more inclined to explore the city and open my own opportunities to street style photographs and revealing my inner most style externally through what I wear.

My next big splurge purchase will be on some of the gorgeous cage rings shown in the above image just above the knuckles across all of the fingers. They're made in both gold and silver, and while silver is usually my preferred metal in terms of jewellery and rings, with a small tweak in price range between the two I think a set of four gold cage rings would be much better value. They remind me a lot of the Pamela Love cross ring (something I have had the opportunity to buy a few times now and missed foolishly) but with a smoother appearance and more tribal energy about them. As well as the cage rings, I love the cute pairing of the moon and star motif for a single banded ring- the versatility of this design is that there may be room for small adjustment of ring sizes. It's always reassuring when you're not restricted to wearing a ring on the same finger throughout its life.

I won't be able to afford the colourful and quirky pieces from this particular designer for quite some time, but with my ring collection prone to growing with great influxes it's only a matter of time before I crack like an egg and buy some more goodies. While I am a little more drawn to the luxury and prestige of gold banded rings and their sheen, I can't resist soft purple amethyst quartz stones and neat, sharp claws of silver. Purple is my favourite stone and I have always found things symmetrical to have more appeal and allure about them. The top, right ring is my stone of choice, due to that characteristic hexagonal crystal growth at the centre and what can only be a well-crafted ring with love infused.

I always love gold banded rings with smears of blue; as well as opals with intricate patterns of blue and green because they remind me so much of our little blue planet and home. The Earth is a great source of stones and minerals and a great joy of trekking to university is walking past a set of display cabinets containing many amazing stones and fossilised specimens. Although identifying certain rock species can be a detriment, I know I lack the talent to work with the determined stones properly and make anything beautiful of sorts. I am more than content to be a mere consumer and work tireless hours in order to afford what my heart desires. Being less materialist would be a wonderful thing to boast, but primitive behaviour tells me I need to show I can afford jewellery and handbags to prove I can provide for a partner and relationship.

I wish I could be the girl with mountains of silver jewellery and chunky rings to hinder my typing and daily activities. A girl with such immaculately decorated hands has no need to wash dishes, clean or fulfill other remedial tasks. While I do have plenty of rings; thick and thin, gold and silver there will always be one more to add to my collection and I will never be fully satisfied with the spoils of consumerism. While wearing four Billy Bride rings would certainly border on the lines of practicality, a girl doesn't always see reason to be practical and rational.

To my delight as a science student, this semester I have been privileged to learn about mineral and rock formation as opposed to the boring chemical reactions and test tube interactions of a laboratory. Jewellery combines an abundance of amazing materials with unique characteristics and useful qualities that has enabled mankind to evolve and better its way of life, but some of us would just rather have pretty things. I have a certain admiration for the way these amazing stones form and grow naturally, as well as the way they break and shatter. Although Billy Bride pieces may be more pricey, the metals used to secure the stones for the rings are all of a high quality and thick-banded; just the way I like them. I like to be assured that no mater what challenges my day brings that my jewellery will be able to survive and not fall apart like a brittle piece of 2cent candy.

While I am whole-heartily familiar with the fantastic people the good people at Oyster Magazine do and know deep down that I should be buying their publications religiously every two months, along with Russh and Frankie Magazine, but with online connection between themselves and and I think I get my daily fix as it is. Committing yourself to buy a hundred or so pages of glossy articles and advertisements wedged in between can be overwhelming at times, but small tidbits released continuously is no chore. Oyster magazine can often be minimalist and their presentation of photo shoots closely aligns with my own sense of taste; rare but also comforting to see people with similar taste thriving in the fashion industry and business of music journalism. So interesting to see a small amount of streaked eyeshadow in unusual patterns and eyeshadow as well as plain singlets look chic with messy braids as well as tasseled necklaces from Billy Bride. The two brands seem to have a great relationship and I can only hope to benefit from their blossoming bond in the form of more giveaways of gorgeous pieces and being introduced to more amazing designers.

While the image of Billy Bride should be largely influenced by the designer herself as well as the mood and tone of their photo shoots, their collections have also been helped along by many an incorporation of the jewels into photo shoots by Oyster. If I was in the fashion magazine business I would certainly build bridges between myself and designers of note, as well as the hard-working ones in cramped studios making ends meet. Dip Dye hair is now an old trend and there are few that favour it these days, but a girl who wears Billy Bride rings look as if she throws caution to the wind, practices magical rituals and doesn't wear a lot of showy clothes. There are many impressions I get from the brand, but it is possible for the face of a jewellery label to be multi-faceted and complex as a person. The two will both grow and change with personalities that some people will admire and others will detest. There's something magical about that.

Oyster Magazine has been styling some of their own photographs with enchanting results- there's a small hint of Billy Bride rings featured on the left hand of the model but what I really love is the Romance Was Born Jeans. I had the chance to buy them in my size and now they've sold out at Alice Euphemia. What a bummer. I am comforted by the fact there's a mountain of gorgeous jewellery to wean myself off on to. Thick jewellery with fantastic designs have always had a habit of attracting my eye and it seems that I've got the costume ring bug once again. Only the mystical things that look as if they belong to witches will satisfy this hunger and unfortunately I have a preference for gold and silver as well. It's a rather costly affliction.

Being somewhat of a photography snob, I have managed to shun such iPhone applications as Instagram and Hipsta-matic, but the jewellery of Billy Bride set amongst a regal woman's boudoir and ivory candles lend them self well to the soft-focused but digitally processed images. While I am not a large fan of tribal influence among jewellery, I do love large chunks of crystal rock strung on dainty precious metal chains and thick generously banded rings. A lot of my own jewellery is clumped together, inclined to tangle and scratch each other and there is no dish larger enough to house it all. Perhaps a more naturalist approach of displaying them out in the open will suit me better, as long as my doors remain locked and no one burgles my valuables. A good forest of scented candles and spectacularly shaped perfume bottles will evoke even more feminism about my room and channel some much needed positivity. I'm sick of seeing other women as objects to compete with in terms of looks and comparison of material possessions- I need the pensive safety of a companion and soft scented freshness of a mother to comfort me.

In contrast to the latest photo shoot of Billy Bride jewellery by Gibson Fox, which features a shirtless child, I think I favour this strange mingling of sexual energy as well as natural serenity about the jewellery. There are some advocates which may well jump up and down and claim there to be some crime against the child for being portrayed in such a way.While the erotic nature of the breasts may detract attention away from the pieces displayed, I think it's effective to approach a jewellery campaign with a minimalist approach and with a human touch. I won't be as brave to bare all (due to a few scars I carry as well as the dismay it might bring to my parents) but I really love the specific nature of the jewellery and how in touch the presentation of the brand is as mystical and with a magical, magnetic energy.

Images such as this in which the child is clad in the brand and portrayed as innocently as a cherub are without any evocative sense. From this angle and by the gentle placement of the child's hands in front of her, I daresay you could get away with such a shot. I quite like the tasseling nature of the threaded necklaces against her navel, but it doesn't exactly help promote the brand when the proportions of the model don't quite fit those wanting to purchase the merchandise. I can only hope to own a few Billy Bride pieces (as well as Unearthen and Pamela Love) but never will I be adorned in such a way. It's a pity really since I think they could go well with my wardrobe and transform me into a bit more of a gypsy child, but at least there is a small, macroscopic chance of me winning a gorgeous necklace thanks to Oyster Magazine.

Should I be lucky enough to win the Oyster Magazine X Billy Bride Giveaway, the prize at stake is a wonderful necklace featuring large mineral chunks as well as intricate threading. It's reassuring to know that the chain can be secured with a metal clasp and removed with ease- my hair can become a bit of a detriment in cold weather when the wind whips it and rain pounds it into flattened and dull, shaggy messes. A warm woolen duffel coat or cape in a mustard/ tan colour will look spectacular when worn with vintage leather boots or a bombastic and rare pair of Dr Martens and some plain, skinny jeans. It will be quite sometime before I can afford any of this extra items and my chances of winning the competition are slim to nil- but I am an optimist and also tough. I will continue to go to work with tonsillitis and I will not cry since my wallet and bank accounts are equally sad and empty and I have disappointed my boyfriend by not saving for our shared holiday trip and spending it on many pairs of denim shorts.