Firstly, let me begin with an apology. I've been so fucking busy with work and study that I've been limiting myself to blogging to get over this academic hump.
In the mean time I've been listening to way too much Velvet Underground in the past few days. Nico was such a phenomenal inspiration to me a while back and I have decided to rekindle my love for her voice, style and mysterious demeanour.
I'm on my blackberry right now and can't upload any photos (I must ask frockwriter how she does it as she kept me up to speed with her RAFW coverage).
When I get the chance I'll post my latest outfit and reply to all your lovely comments.
Much love, Miann.
May 2, 2009
April 28, 2009
Thinspo
Remeber the schoolyard days when it was cool to be ano and all the girls compared thinspo?
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
Labels:
inspiration,
shoes
I'm sooo lez right now
Okay okay so going lez is a pretty big thing but I can justify - I promise!
I was hanging around at uni enjoying a prefectily rolled cigarette today when this girl, this mysterious girl in the cutest outfit imaginable, rode past me on her vintage bike. My jaw dropped at the sight of this florally adorened vision. She was wearing black stockings, black leather jiffies, a dark floral sundress and a long grey cardigan with a large beige flower in her curly, tousled, sun bleached hair. All of this, atop her vintage white bike with a large flower basket holding her bag and her books strapped with leather belts to the back tray.
I know riding bikes has been a big thumbs up for female celebs for the past half year or whatever, so I've decided to do a post of my favourite images.
Which one of these girls would you turn lez for?





cheapchampagne, killmyshades, olsenanonymous, fashioncanvas, latimes, enews, jasongoodman
I was hanging around at uni enjoying a prefectily rolled cigarette today when this girl, this mysterious girl in the cutest outfit imaginable, rode past me on her vintage bike. My jaw dropped at the sight of this florally adorened vision. She was wearing black stockings, black leather jiffies, a dark floral sundress and a long grey cardigan with a large beige flower in her curly, tousled, sun bleached hair. All of this, atop her vintage white bike with a large flower basket holding her bag and her books strapped with leather belts to the back tray.
I know riding bikes has been a big thumbs up for female celebs for the past half year or whatever, so I've decided to do a post of my favourite images.
Which one of these girls would you turn lez for?

cheapchampagne, killmyshades, olsenanonymous, fashioncanvas, latimes, enews, jasongoodman
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trend alert
April 27, 2009
Shoe Heaven
So I was just checking out the latest Maurie and Eve Winter 09 collection "I see Darkness" and nearly wet my pants when I saw the shoes.

I have no idea who they're by and can't be bothered waiting for a nonchalant reply from an unsympathetic receptionist at M & E.
Can anyone puh-lease I.D them for me?

They remind me of these heels MK used to get around in, but way, way more fierce.
Labels:
shoes
Retail therapy
So last year in July I was in Melbourne (again, I know, I know) for my friends birthday and spent the weekend getting pissed with our fake IDs and going shopping. Anyway I bought these heels (above) and after about 40 weekends of falling out of taxi's and being a general drunk mess, they have finally broken. I'm not talking about a little scratch on the front and I'm ready to send them off to high heel heaven. I'm talking the heel plug has worn down and I've been stumbling around on the raw inner heel, the buckles are broken, the high heel is slightly detached from the sole and the shitty stitching has frayed so much it looks like I'm trying to pull off the "fringed" look and failed dismally, like the girl in this previous post.
As you've probably gathered, I wear my clothes/shoes until they fall apart. This could be due to my constant lack of money, genuine issues with attachment or maybe I was supposed to be born a boy.
Anyway, I've decided to throw them out because I literally can't walk in them anymore without rolling an ankle. Coming to this decision was like ending a relationship you don't really want to end, but you do because you think it's the best thing for you at the time and then two weeks later you're still smelling his clothes and watching movies that contain sex scenes just to try and remember what it was like being with that person (or in this case, that shoe).
Which is why I went out yesterday and bought the exact same pair of heels, for $100 less than I originally paid. I'm stoked to have them back, better than ever, but is it sad that I just can't let go?
Labels:
shoes
April 25, 2009
"Show us ya bobbies!"

Holy fuck. I just realised how much I miss my bobby socks (above). I LOST THEM like two weeks ago and it feels like there is seriously something missing in my life.
So much so that I'm asking all of you to email me a picture of you in your bobby socks or someone else in their bobbies (with the link/credit) and I'll do a post featuring these soon.
What fashion item are you missing lately?
April 24, 2009
Wanna be in my gang?
Have you ever recieved an outlandish comment from someone and you don't know whether to be offended or flattered? I am currently in that predicament - but I'm leaning towards opting for flattery.
My situation? A friend pointed me in the direction of this cute blog, asking if I knew the author. Puzzled, I checked out the blog and BAM! There I am, my face, smack-bang, plain-as-day featured on this blog in a three month old picture from a music festival. This would be the flattering part, no? Considering we were hanging out with Mark Hunter that day and then later on in the evening, I'm flattered she picked me off his website as someone she would like to associate with and/or draw inspiration from. But the catch is, the statement below said image mentions how she had just enjoyed a picnic with the gang - implying I am in her gang and we recently picniced?
Weird, or wonderful?
You decide.

the cobrasnake
My situation? A friend pointed me in the direction of this cute blog, asking if I knew the author. Puzzled, I checked out the blog and BAM! There I am, my face, smack-bang, plain-as-day featured on this blog in a three month old picture from a music festival. This would be the flattering part, no? Considering we were hanging out with Mark Hunter that day and then later on in the evening, I'm flattered she picked me off his website as someone she would like to associate with and/or draw inspiration from. But the catch is, the statement below said image mentions how she had just enjoyed a picnic with the gang - implying I am in her gang and we recently picniced?
Weird, or wonderful?
You decide.
the cobrasnake
Labels:
rant
April 23, 2009
It's a....!
Cape. I'm happy to settle with this term, however the two NYC girls in my last post just don't seem to be wearing capes - they're sleeved. The girl on the left's garment has a cape collar to die for and the girl on the right - those pleats are so school girl they make me want to dance around in my bobby socks. I love it! I'd team it with a poets blouse for that extra academic edge.
And now for my collection of wants:
And now for my collection of wants:
Labels:
obsession
April 22, 2009
Is it a bird, a plane?
So I've got a cold, I've stayed up all night sneezing and sipping my decaf green tea in search for the correct terminology of this garment (pictured below). Without any help from the Fashionista community, I have thus far come up with the following:
stylesightings
- cloak
- cape
- cloak-cape-worn-as-a-dress
stylesightingsHold on. Why do they have matching boots? The Olsens were cute when they dressed the same for like, five seconds.
Stellar Coachella
Unfortunately, Coachella this year hasn't lived up to its fashion standards, merely coughing up only a few inspiring styles. The rest was a kaleidoscopic mess of technicolour ethnic prints, fluro, suede/leather tassels, gladiators, playsuits, slogan tees, wayfarers and tragic displays of american-indian "tribal" dressing.
What the fuck happened to originality: the ability to think and act independently? Has Coachella sold out and the desert of Indio now mimics the setting of a cheap retail outlet, or have the hipsters got so caught up in channelling M.I.A that they're crouching in the back alley getting some dude to forge the birthplace on their birth cirtificate from California trailor park to Sri Lanka?


Linlee Allen for style.com
PS. Why style.com did so poorly in their selection of stylish people is way too far beyond my comprehension.
Maybe it was all the acid.
What the fuck happened to originality: the ability to think and act independently? Has Coachella sold out and the desert of Indio now mimics the setting of a cheap retail outlet, or have the hipsters got so caught up in channelling M.I.A that they're crouching in the back alley getting some dude to forge the birthplace on their birth cirtificate from California trailor park to Sri Lanka?
PS. Why style.com did so poorly in their selection of stylish people is way too far beyond my comprehension.
Maybe it was all the acid.
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rant
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