Russh Vid-flip

Are you one of those people who don't get out enough? The one who requests yesterday's news paper at your local corner shop? You don't really mind if you're behind the times but you still like to catch up - eventually.

If you have any of these qualities and place Russh in your top five favourite publications you wish you'd bought before the new issue came out because now you can't find the old issue anywhere... then watch this video.

It's basically a video of someone at Russh HQ flipping through the latest issue.

I found it helpful considering I'm work bound and have been away from blogging for upwards of ten days! Nor have I had the chance/money to buy this issue yet.

Based on this vid-flip I'm most looking forward to reading Personal Works, marvelling at the Oh! Riely editorial and laughing at Lesley Arfin's Notes from NYC. On that note, everyone should read her blog and leave her mad props feed back because she has so many anonymous haters that should be shut down. Let's face it, we're all a little jealous of Lesley mostly because she lives in NY and is the most bitching chick in the world, but there's no need for anonymous wannabe's to be telling her to kill herself because she's "useless" and what not. END RANT!

What are you looking forward to in the latest Russh?


RUSSH - ISSUE 29 - VIDFLIP from Russh Magazine on Vimeo.

My Self-promoted Promotion

I have just discovered Polyvore. In this context, however, the definition of "discovered" is altered dramatically to suit my circumstances. I've come across the website many times yet only momentarily marvelled at its inspirational collections or "sets". I've also seen all your posts on your own Polyvores, it's just that until now I had never "discovered" Polyvore in the sense that I hadn't joined and wasn't hooked. But thankfully now, I am.

Being passionate about both writing and fashion it comes as no surprise that fashion publications have always inspired me parallel to wanting to actually have a career that ends up somewhere between freelance journalist and industry-leading magazine editor.

For now, I'm an independent blogger feeding off your comments and pretending they're some form of payment for my job of posting on Fashionfalsehood. That's as far as I've gotten in my thus far miniscule fashion-journalist career. It's fine, I like blogging anyway, I'm totally okay with it because posting on here lets me pretend I'm a real journalist working at a real fashion publication. I get to be my own boss, write what ever I like and at the end of the day when I put my exacerbated draft on the editor's desk, I feel overwhelmingly contended when she clicks "publish".

I have a pretty good office. It's certainly no corner office over-looking Central Park on 5th Avenue, New York; but it's got a comfy chair and I'm allowed to excessively stick my personal photos and inspiration all over the walls, not to metion the fantastic and flexible working hours. No one in my office ever forgets to fill the ice-cube tray, nor do they forget to refill the jug. I get to set the air confitioning to whatever temperature I like and I get to look as ugly as hell at work because every day is Casual Friday here at HQ.

Working freelance in the writers department at Fashionfalsehood is a dream come true with all the perks a journalist could ask for, however with the advent of my own Polyvore, I now work in the fashion department too.

My Sets:

Floral Minimalist

Street Corner Pt. 1

Street Corner Pt. 2
Snakeskin WishesLady Noir

*Please link me to your own Polyvore profiles or alternatively add me as a contact.

Jessica Hart to Launch Fashion Line

Model of the moment, Jessica Hart, is said to be launching her own fashion label. With a successful modelling career under her belt and a Victoria's Secret contract ahead of her, Hart's plans to dabble in designing will no doubt be well accepted by the industry. "I'm also in talks with people to design my own line of clothes in collaboration with a charity, but I can't say much on that right now," she said.

Other fashion It Girls to utilise their celebrity status and cash in on their creativity include: Cult model Erin Wasson who guest designed for skate brand RVCA and model/actress Sienna Miller who with her sister created Twenty8Twelve.

On the other end of the celebrity spectrum there are the not-so-internationally-acclaimed Australian beauties who have found more success in designing. These include: Gail Reid for Gail Sorronda who was recently snapped by The Sartorialist before her show in Sydney, and the enchantingly beautiful Kym Ellery, behind her eponymous label Ellery.

Given Hart's unique look, accredited and nonchalant personal style which is more than likely bred from her Australian casualness, we're hoping Hart's first collection will embody these qualities and prove to be as lucrative as her career (and as hot as her boyfriend).

Hint: click to enlarge images

Source

nypost, vogue australia

The New CK

Move over Calvin. Though we've loved you season after season, we've applauded your overstated minimalism and we still "wouldn't be caught without our Calvin's", there's a new CK in town.

This CK doesn't need a young Brook Shields giving us the low-down on denim, nor does this CK deliver flat and monolithic pallets year after year. This CK has been dishing up some of the most appetising collections of late, and he assures us we ain't seen nothin' yet.

I introduce to you Christopher Kane, though I'm sure you don't require any formalities. Always delivering extreme aesthetics between each season, from prehistoric scalloping in bubblegum hues to his take on nude way back in 2007 for his Central Saint Martins graduate collection, Kane ensures his audience will never be bored.

The moment the first apocalyptic print mini dress hit style.com for this season's Resort collection, Kane was making the seemingly unfashionable, fashionable. When you mix mushroom clouds with cut-out bodycon dressing, you get fashionable war. Far from the combat boots and military shoulders that have been stomping down the catwalks this season, Kane delivered a highly covetable collection of digital sky-scape prints, leather, cropped blouses, soft dresses, bodycon silhouettes, oversized tee's and the standard chunky heel (also swathed in print inspired by 60s nuclear bomb testing).

Reminiscent of both Josh Goot and Friederich Gray's affinity with hypercolour print and Rodarte's penchant for colour combination, it seems Kane has come up trumps combining these elements to present this dark and picturesque collection.

Check it out for yourself; it's sure to blow you away - literally.

RD day one

This morning I woke up feeling fresh and ready to start my new life on my RD. I decided to make a positive start and ease myself into the process by checking out The Valley Markets for some amazing vintage finds.

The amount of good quality stores there has been steadily increasing over the years (even though it's been around for ages) and I was pleasantly greeted by an array of vintage stalls. This put me in a great mood even before my morning coffee. First, I rummaged through piles of badges, skirts, blouses and silk scarfs. Pulling myself out of my daze I realised this was not what I was looking for. I was looking for a tu-tu, beat up boots, something white and lacey and a fur.


I could sit here for hours telling you all the miniscule details of my shop today, including vintage Emanuel Ungaro pants (similar to ones I own already, but because they weren't mine, they were automatically awesomer), bag after bag after bag, amazing jewelry, head pieces, a silk blouse reminiscent of the digital print used in Friederich Gray's latest Transgression collection, and shoulder padded blazers as far as the eye could see... but I'll just show you what I bought instead.


Excuse the bad quality photos. I had to decide between awkwardly contorting my body to get a snap with my blackberry, or standing in front of my boyfriend's Mac. I chose the latter.

midriff lace blouse $10

leather shorts $15

floral skinny jeans $35

Recession Diet

It's official. I'm on a diet. This is not your average crash diet. It involves no meal replacement shakes, no cabbage, no soup, no lemon and pepper water and definitely doesn't entail me swallowing pills that blow up in my stomach and make me crap out everything (no matter how little the amount) I eat.

This diet, however, does involve a hefty amount of determination and goal setting. I have to train myself hard for this diet to work. It will take lots of long, hard hours. Lots of discipline and lots of restraint. There will be no caving in, nor is there any turning back. Sacrifices will be made as I surrender myself to the Recession Diet which I've lovingly named RD (for effect, of course).

The basic guidelines to following the RD are as follows:

1. No online purchases over $30 incl. postage
   
2. No browsing in designer boutiques
3. All purchases MUST be second hand
   
4. No shopping in urbanised parts of the city
5. No wish lists
6. It can be vintage, but it can't be expensive
7. Looking homeless is acceptable
8. Wearing anything "this season" is not
9. Nothing shall be purchased at rrp
10. Eating out is a thing of the past

Of course all this means a whole lot (more) outfit repeating, borrowing off others, begging, hours of clawing through dusty thrift stores and treks to the outer suburbs of this city to utilise the lower price ranges per zone.

Why am I doing this? Because once I set a goal, I soon realise the ridiculousness and grossly unachievable objectives I have set out for myself. So to ease the process, I work out what will hinder my progress and then navigate a route around these obstacles. Hence the RD. Sounds like boot camp? Well for a decent car and good credit rating, I'm willing to sacrifice it all!

My RD is in full effect as of right now. So to get me started, I've collaborated some inspiration to get me going. I'm confidant I can easily replicate the following with a mix of the right vintage finds, what I already have in my wardrobe and a bit of DIY.

I can't wait to find my first pair of beat-up boots!

Feel free to comment with any tips/advice/horror stories/success stories et al.

Jak & Jil, withasianstereotypes, copen-hagen streetstyle, mylittledollybird, src783, google, facebook

Mrs. Mary drink my wine

Tossing my bag and keys aside while collapsing on the couch from a long day at work, I get a phone call from the boyf. "Throw something on, I'm around the corner. We're going out."

I take this as an instruction and not a debatable invitation. I already had my Shakuachi dress hanging up nicely on the coat rack fresh and crisp from the dry cleaners. It had been there for about three months now and they finally called me to go and collect it. That was step one. Step two was warmth. Running up stairs I confided in thick, opaque stockings and a rabbit fur shawl. Step three was comfort. Rummaging through the bottom of my cupboard I found my newly attained vintage loafers. I think they're a dark navy blue but they pass for black; the same goes for my dress. Who cares - I'm pretty colour blind and the rest of the inebriated crowd in The Valley will be too by the time we make it in there. To inject a splash of colour I reach for my vintage hat with a pink faux flower arrangement pinned to the front. A voila! In under five minutes I am ready, in the car and on my way to a night on the town.

I'm home now, this all occurred about five or so hours ago. It is interesting to be on the receiving end of drunken compliments from complete strangers. Usually I'm the one filled with Dutch Courage ready to compliment any person donning any such item à la mode. In an atm line, one woman stumbled over to comment on my hat. Another man turned around and "concurred". Then a few others joined in discussing my hat mean while I'm standing there with no idea what to say, so I end up smiling politely and saying to myself this is going on the blog.


Vintage hat from Retro Metro, vintage loafers, gifted rabbit fur shawl, Shakuchachi dress, Leona Edmiston opaque stockings.

English Mustard

Tonight I'm inwardly debating two issues. We all know how hot Chloe Sevigny is, there's no need for me to post a billion images of her being intimidatingly cool. But I've just seen her wearing mustard. What's so interesting about that? Well the fact that I've been obsessed with this colour ever since I can remember seeing it grace the mannequin of Supre when I was about 13. Also, the fact that since I can remember being obsessed by mustard, I've never been able to wear it because it washes me the hell out (as I'm blonde). Dissapointing, I know.

Now moving onto my second issue: I have blonde hair but have let the roots go. It looks natural - people that don't know me think it's natural and I like that. I like looking like I don't care. I like having the multi-tone blondes. It's intersting. It's beachy. But it's not summer here any more and I'm not feeling the vibe. I can't exactly go sunbake and squeeze lemon juice on my roots without freezing to death. That, and beachy blonde hair looks terribly scrappy when I'm trying to look chic and clean in my winter wardrobe, namely consisting of tailored coats and shiny heels. Chloe's blonde can't be natural, surley? Could I achieve this look AND pull off mustard at the same time?

The debate? Should I fork out and get my roots done (Pip Edwards would be so upset with me) and should I stop frothing over mustard blouses on the rack and actually take them into the change room with me?

Aliceinwardrobewonderland via chloesevigny.org

Blogtastic

I've been away for a few days and came back to find that this little old blog has reached its first 1000 views. If my blog could speak, this is what it would say:

"Thank you to all my old faithfuls (followers) who frequent me and indulge in my pretty pictures and long sentences. I apoligise for my long sentences. Thank you for all your comments, I like it when you comment me it's kind of like our blogs are having cyber blog sex. It's nice. To everyone that hates me: fuck you. I don't like you either. Your anonymous comments are real shit because there are plenty of others out there who think I am a lovely blog. I am only two months young and if I were a real person, I'd still be crapping myself and spewing on your lovely blouses, but thankfully I'm not.

PS. Please buy Miann a camera/tripod/remote. I know she's really poor and is dying to fill me with pictures.

Fashion Flasehood."

So to celebrate, I'm doing a re-post! It's lame, I know but I thought I'd just share with you some of my favourite posts I've come across thus far.

Much love,

Miann x

Rag Pony - Lula #10

This was a post about my favourite magazine - Lula. She basically put into words my thoughts/feelings on issue 10. Emma fucking RULES because scrolling through her posts is like flipping through the pages of a magazine. She cuts out the sweetest images, reviews the best magazines, does the best wrap ups of seasons and goes to all these awesome events and blogs about it.

4th and Bleeker - Chain Reaction

What can I say? This chick is so hot it's fucked up. She's got the bod, got the wardrobe, got the remote to her camera, got the studio and apparantly got the best boyf around. If only I could know her name and stalk her. All I know is she lives in Surry Hills (Sydney)... In this post she's got the whole one side tuck thing going on that's soooo Erin Wasson. Yum.

BEACH 11:29 - Kate Lanphear

I'm going to hunt down Kelsey whenever I make it over to the Big Apple. She's got a poetic streak and is hilarious. She posts the coolest shit and is up for a laugh. Also, she's the only black person (with an American accent) I know which is an extra bonus because if I met her I'd make her say all the typical things, and I'm sure she'd me make me say shit like "shrimp on the barbie, mate," etc. Oh, and she's actually met Kate Lanphear in person.

January - She drink coffe she drink tea

How do you incoroporate fashion and quotes without looking like one of those twelve-year-olds who decides they're suddenly obsessed with Coco Chanel and puts her quotes in their MSN names? Do what Jessica of January does. She chucks together inspiring fashion collages and always throws in a handy quote. If she's not cutting and pasting, she's purchase posting, sharing pretty pictures and calling hot chicks spotted on cobrasnake "cobra cuties". PS. she has mad tattoos.

Tobaccoandleather - Do those things people don't understand

Well for starters, tobacco and leather are two of my favourite things which instantly ticks the blog-name box for this girl. Always posting the upmost of inspirational pictures, Abbey who studies fashion textile design in London has a pretty sweet blog. She's also an awesome drawer. I loved this post because I have a thing for animal masks.

Cafe con Lesley R.I.P.S - Things I believed in when I was sixteen that I no longer believe in

This is the official blog of my official hero. After reading her book Dear Diary because it sounded like it was going to be similar to Go Ask Alice, I instantly fell inlove with Lesley. She writes like my other hero Mia Tampino (who writes for Frankie but also had a stint at Russh). But my two worlds collided when Lesley started doing a column for Russh. Talk about creaming your pants. Whoaaaa. Lesley keeps it realer than real.
Photo: InterviewMagazine

F Blog - Route 69

Daniella is super hot and has sweet clothes/taste in images. Nuff said. All the photos in this post rule. This house is super run down and super filthy. It's a super post!

How Cutee - The Virgin Suicides

I don't know where she sources them from but Silvie of How Cutee pretty much posts stills from all your favourite movies. You know, the kind of movies you are instantly obsessed with and want to watch a further three times plus all the extras on the DVD. Yeah well she posts the stills you can't seem to find on google images. For me, The Virgin Suicides was one of those movies so it's only natural this is my favourite post of hers.

The Glamour Grab

So tonight after stumbling out of my feature writing class I was pleasently suprised by the pink glow and schmoozy cocktail-bar music music coming from the Glass House fashion building at university.

I saw girls, lots of them. Then as the gyrating crowd parted like the Red Sea infront of Mozes, I saw the racks of clothes. Curosity won me over so I simultaneously did up my blazer and stubbed out my half smoked cigarette as I crossed the quadrant to obtain shelter amongst the glamouratti of QUT's fashion hub. I mean, who wouldn't want to escape the cold and rub shoulders with the university it girls and racks and racks of vintage clothing?

My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the sign "The Glamour Grab". This was one of those fashion swap events where you bring in old items from your wardrobe and exchange them for the same amount of items surrendered by others. It's free, and makes a lot of sense given the whole one-man's-trash-is-another-man's-treasure thing.

The journalist in me instantly whipped out my blackberry and started making notes on my surroundings:

• Glamouratti blindly clawing at racks.
• Makeshift change rooms - there is no dignity here. The clothes are off and the claws are out.
• Crazed fashionistas clinging to newly found garments like a hungry lioness protects her freshly killed prey.
• The vultures linger around the racks, suspiciously sipping their champagne then pouncing on that faux fur the brunette tossed aside.
• Assistants getting mauled as they bring in new racks of clothing for the crazed mob to assail.
• Come to these things more often!
  

I quickly found my secret mentor (she doesn't quite know it, yet) and started quizzing her on the event. She's probably one of the coolest women alive, her wealth of knowledge, her style and her generosity set her apart from others in the Brisbane fashion elite. As we were chatting about the organisers of the event, she spotted a woman holding a black and gold taffeta dress up to her body "NO!" snapped Kay, "Too tacky!" And with that, the bobbed woman humbly obliged, disposing of the offending item and disappearing into the feverish crowd.

It's this kind of influence that delivers me in constant awe of this woman. Nonchantly, Kay returned to me and we continued our conversation. After champagne flutes, some more general chit chat about my blog and the magazine we worked on together last year, we spotted an amazing vintage shift dress hanging on the rack. We quickly snatched it up and cooed over it like it was the rarest thing we'd ever seen. "Holy shit", breathed Kay as she demanded I try it on.

It was perfect and Kay insisted I get it, but the only issue was that I didn't bring anything to exchange. "Screw the exchange, you're getting that dress." And so with a few nods from Kay, the dress was mine and next thing I know I'm being snapped by the event photographers, wearing the newest edition to my wardrobe.

the hungry crowd at The Glamour Grab
my new dress

Sorry, this is a long post, I know. But I'm feeling fresh and creative. Oh, and excuse the crappy photos - my blackberry isn't exactly the best tool for portraying the dress. But if Patty Huntington can do it, then I can too!