Saturday, May 26, 2012

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.

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