Thursday, October 24, 2013


Lately I've been feeling largely uninspired and unmotivated to do any work, hence why I have not updated my blog in such a long time. But this turned out to be a mixed blessing since it made me more open to nostalgia. Or I keep thinking that high school is the perfect schedule time to blog and I miss having that rather than lots of boring assignments to do about rocks. I have no more classes left for the semester and am now off to study for exams, the final hurdle before an endless stretch of summer at my fingertips. Summer means watching lots of television and educating myself about everything referenced on Rookie, going to the library, getting dressed properly in the mornings and gorging myself on glorious fiction books and going to my boyfriend's house to learn how to knit and steal his mamma's sewing machine. Rather than getting to experience school stuff first hand I'll precociously experience it through watching Freaks and Geeks, and Welcome to the Dollhouse and hopefully the Virgin Suicides. I also want to make a special shelf or table for shrines to make everyday and photograph and try to make all my aesthetic pleasures I enjoy through the Internet a reality in my own bedroom.

1a- Fran├žoise Hardy, b, c- unknown via; 2, 3, 7 - via Style Rookie, 4, 5- Freaks and Geeks, 6- Escape to Witch Mountain (1975), 8- Ginger and Rosa (2012), 9a- Bikini Kill, b- Kathleen Hanna, 10a- unknown, b- unknown, c- Rookie Mag. 11, 12- The Virgin Suicides (1999), 13- Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995); 14a- unknown via, b- The Virgin Suicides (1999), c- unknown.

Friday, October 11, 2013


Wearing: Dad's shirt, Quirky Circus skirt, thrifted tights, Wittner holographic brogues. Crosses from mum and my best friend.

This shirt is a hand-me-down from my Dad but the collar is perfect and it was nice to wear something comfy and grey when I was feeling sad and stuff. I guess I just feel blocked up creatively and my grades are getting worse and it's all becoming a little too much for me to handle really? And when I say my grades are getting worse, I mean I am no longer cutting my teeth on the academic elite and now I'll just be happy to be considered for an honours degree or whatever. But this also comes with trying to work less and spend more time out just to relax and do things I like so I'm managing my time in a more realistic and meaningful way as opposed to "WORK ALL THE TIME GO! GO! GO! PERFECTION NOW!!!"- which is not a realistic way to live your life. I feel like I am rambling but that is because it is eleven o'clock at night and I am sleepy.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


So maybe you wondered where I was last week (or maybe you barely noticed)- anyway the story is that I was on geology camp. It was a lot of hard work but totally rewarding because I made lots of new friends and *understand things a lot better*, but I feel happy to be back in my room, reunited with my diaries and surrounding myself with weird trinkets. So while I was mapping a landscape, Petra Collins recently hosted an art exhibition entitled 'Gynolandscape', in which works were made by women and the space was a place for feminists. And the whole  got me thinking about women's role in society, because what I also learned on camp is that just because some guy has a PhD does not automatically mean he treats women with respect. I found this pretty disappointing, but really there are many types of intelligence and knowledge in the world and having one set of knowledge does not equate to having any other.

At the moment I have all these ideas about how vaginas make male politicians and scientists feel uncomfortable, as well as the lash back Petra Collins has faced when collaborating with American Apparel to make a shirt of menstruation and female masturbation (with pubic hair!). I think this energy could best be harnessed as a new emergent artistic direction for my diaries, as an inspiration to decorate my room in shrines and the general urge to make my room into its own gynolandscape- or female dominated space if you will.

1a- MIA for Interview Magazine, b- Minna Gilligan for Rookie Mag, c- Meadham Kirchhoff Spring 2011.
2a- Petra Collins for American Apparel, b. 3a, b- unknown, c.
Florent Tanet - 2013. 5a- Liddle Kiddle,
b- unknown via Minna Gilligan. 6a- But I'm a Cheerleader (1999),
b- Minna Gilligan, c- Rookie Mag. 7- unknown. 8a, b, c- unknown. 9- Ginette Lapalme.10a, b, c.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Creatures of the Wind Fall 2013

What initially drew my attention to the Creatures of the Wind Fall 2013 collection was the crimson red walls and spotlights lending a rainbow spectrum to the carpet. That seems pretty stupid considering I should be more enthused about the ~clothes~ and how ~pretty~ everything is, but the whole thing reminded me of Agent Cooper's lucid dreams in Twin Peaks and the Autumn tones makes me think of The Royal Tenenbaums too. That sense of nostalgia eased me into the visual experience of the clothes themselves, which I found scintillating and perfect because Creatures of the Wind is totally perfect. I was engrossed in the colours of their Spring 2012 collection, and there's still that delicious confusion and eclecticism uniting everything together but for Fall the tones are more muted, restrained and clean. Tavi Gevinson mentioned a previous Creatures of the Wind collection as having the perfect balance of feminine and masculine tones, and that becomes conspicuous with the addition of tacky, decorated, beige ties. 

The ties in themselves are worth mentioning- like long lost brethren to ties from your father's collection, but improved upon with the use of embellished, glamorous Swarovski crystals arranged into flowers. The ties are everywhere in this collection but subtle enough to, lurk in the background like a 1940s gangster and omnipresent in a sea of long hair and skinny stiletto heels. I'm more accustomed to more striking masculine tones borrowed from modern boyfriend-style of wide legged pants, big jaunty shoulders in a Comme Des Garcons kind of way and thickened eyebrows in eyeliner; rather than this incorporation and blending of both spheres of gender. I quite like this understated, quiet use of ties which makes the statement zippers zippers at the front of the dresses somehow normal in a way. I suppose I just never really got into using zippers as some great statement in clothing especially at the front because that just seems so harsh and open.

The tone of the collection also seems nostalgic of sitting in a 1960s decorated lounge room, but it's missing the musty stained carpet, frozen TV dinner tray table and wooden paneled television set. And viewing the whole collection seems like a synaesthetic experience when listening to Frank Ocean's 'Forest Gump' from his Channel Orange record. Everything seems related to tones of red and orange, staying at an elderly person's house and The Greater Chain of Being. I think that's something every designer should now aspire to because old people are great and should be treasured like long lost ties to the past. This has nothing to do with my exploitation of my boyfriend's family or getting to hang out with his grandma with the promise of eventually learning how to knit, crochet and borrow a sewing machine- all while drinking very milky cups of tea and eating bags of ugly reject biscuits. It's totally great, but somehow I just need to remember music in my head rather than playing Frank Ocean on my phone (which would seem rude and totally annoying).

I also got serious Twin Peaks vibes from the amount of plaid, long coats and high heels; more precisely referencing the clothes of the townsfolk working at the small town gas station combined with Audrey's daily ritual of changing from saddle shoes to red kitten heels at her school locker. The truth is that many modern-day small towns lack this glamour but still have plenty of flannelet shirts abound, but it's nice to daydream and romanticise remote areas like Peter Weir's 'Picnic at Hanging Rock', Enid's ability to find God in tacky things like a bad comedian and 1950s inspired diner and The Virgin Suicides. The silhouettes also seem to echo the clean lines and practical American style cited by former American Vogue editor Grace Mirabella as instrumental in Western fashion and culture. I find it difficult to encounter clothes that are both straightforward in design but have the aesthetic of 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' in my everyday life, but browsing in my room does make me hopeful that there is a whole other world out there for me.

Tavi also mentioned a previous Creatures of the Wind collection as being untraceable in origins, and I think that statement can be generalised to the entire universe that the designers have created. She was speaking specifically about their Spring 2013 collection with its thrift store origins and French lace from a couturier, but I get lost in the mix of strange front zippers, collars and blazers in the same multidimensional sense. It's nostalgic and yet new all at once, which again makes me feel super connected to the universe and able to understand complicated concepts like time travel and other groovy things. Speaking of time warps, the sunglasses are a commercial first for the brand and seem somehow early 2000s/ Avant Garde in origins (disappointingly not as majestic or sparkly as the famed Creatures of the Wind headpiece featured as the background to their website) but that strange lens shape and colour seems joyously disconnected from the clothes themselves. 

Creatures of the Wind have delivered another technicolour dream experience with an eagle eye when it comes to detail. Despite the magical interplay of reds, orange, beige and black the collection does seem more mature and restrained; less Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka but more strange citizen, Log Lady from Twin Peaks and that general setting of a seedy, backwater town as a point of origin. Without getting to touch and play with the clothes in person I can only make so many assumptions about the textures, but I can reveal I really want to buy Dollar Store gemstones and decorate many plaid ties. If you take anything else away from my review, Creatures of the Wind seems to be inching towards more of the commercial world and getting their foot in the door as a serious contender for fashion houses but each piece is made by hand with love in a tangled spiderweb of old stories, past and present.