what is sandy wearing: nom, nom, nom*d

The other day mummy a.k.a. Sandy, took up half a page in the paper talking about fashion. Her love for style and her success in being in-the-know is undeniable. This morning I was mulling over this thoughts and it came to me, why not have a string of what Sandy is wearing posts (especially while I am back home in the Uni holidays)? So, here we go.

Sunday: Sandy is wearing a Martin Margiela blouse (with its token ambiguous white stitched label) and a Nom*d skirt which is made up of vintage scarves (idea alert for any creative things out there!). Her little feet are wrapped by Lanvin sandals (I wish I had a pair...). To complete this fashion assemblage Sandy wears simple and always beautiful pearls given to her by a close friend.

The overall look is Summery elegance; it is a bouquet of flowers to brighten this city's addiction with the non-colour black.

xx

Lou

pretending to be in a tom ford advert

Step 1) Grab any sunglasses (vintage is best and interestingly shaped)
Step 2) Put up exposure on flash
Step 3) Be teenagery
Step 4) Sexual innuendo it
Step 5) Caught in the moment

That's all there is to it. It helps if you have an exam soon and are procrastinating. It also helps that your mum is disappointed in you for not watching the Rugby World Cup final and therefore to retaliate you become over productive.

xx
Lou

The inbetween

Aps.

New clocks in shop

As soon as we were both done with end-of-year exams, Lou and I went up to the top of Cuba St and into Real Groovy for a little gander. We loved some of the record covers, just good and happy vintage designs in bright colours with quirky fonts. But of course there were many horrid what-were-you-thinking designs... Anyway their ceiling is covered in album covers which is pretty nifty. I picked out a few 45s out of their ever-growing section of singles, and listened to them all afternoon on my dad's record player for their last time before I melted them. But now they have new lives as clocks.

You can see them in my felt shop here.

aps

Sunday

Love the hats.

aps x

the vogue sixties

inspirational colours and photography from pages of american vogue 1967 with beautiful women of the sixties; mia farrow, marisa berenson, candice bergen. its truly amazing how fashion is cyclic- the fashions seen in the photos are still so relevant. but maybe not the red fishnets.

aps
xo

from here

project #2: twigs + spray paint + ?

  

 ages ago it was our very good friend's birthday and we wanted to get her something friggin awesome because she is, and we came across this mirror project. basically its twigs + a mirror + paint + glue, and since we firmly believe in being as creative and eco-friendly as possible, we decided to be super good friends and make her a TWIG MIRROR as all good friends should do!

so one afternoon lou + boy + me ventured up into the forest for not only a lovely nature walk, but also to fill a bag full with twigs. on our walk we discovered this exceptionally large twig (almost a branch) and couldn't resist but to take the darn thing home with us. needless to say with the company of a 3 metre branch and a bag bursting with twigs, we got our fair share of strange looks on the way back home.

it was a right mission to get everything together & transport it to her safely but it looked smart and vintage, (maybe a little goth) in the end. while she wasn't paying attention, i took some photos of the mirror in her room. sneaky.

xx aps

Lookbook Mk II

Herro, we're back and not dressed entirely in black (Anna Wintour would be smiling...or there'd be a twitch at the corner of her mouth.) Nombre deux of our Lookbooking days has been and gone but not without ultimate success and a topped up admiration for clothing. This time we played the troll(s) under the bridge, the lovesick (fruit obsessed) youth looking forlorn and confused by the boat sheds and the not so saintly ones outside the monastery on the hill. 


The dominating clothing of choice was our special little vintage pieces and Cheap Mondays. The loverly day ended with us trooping up another hill in our oh-so-hilly city and making pasta with sauce while going loco on a guitar missing a string and an organ missing some keys. Outside the houses were covered in low resting fog. These days are brilliant.

XX LOU