As they wore their uniform with pride they strutted down the street with respectful waves from society. As I watched I thought to myself “how do those people get so much respect from just wearing a uniform ?” But it was not just a uniform, It was the symbol behind it. The uniform was symbolic to the history of American Sailors. It was not just any old white on white piece it was a symbol of pride.
Photographed In Perth City
At the Anzac Day march ex soldiers walked with pride and dignity commemorating the Anzacs who fought in the war. Each soldier looking neat and polished in a smart pleated uniform. Soldiers marched the streets in unison and stood tall with pride. Then it hit me. That uniform was very important to the Anzac soldiers because it symbolized the challenges and achievements they underwent in the war.
Photographed in Perth City
When I was twenty five years old I began to worry that I was dressing like a twelve year old. For one quarter of a century I had pranced between fashion statements – some more statement then fashion – but all equally loved and all suited to the time and frame of mind I had existed in. That all changed on a cold evening in June.
It was my little sister’s twelfth birthday. Mum, dad and I sat at one table whilst ten tweens took over the other. Dinner was the first part of a two part celebration which would culminate in a sleep over of epic proportions. The girls were doing the things twelve year old do – swapping chairs, squealing, posing for photos with pouty lips and ordering lemon lime and bitters. Everything seemed perfectly normal.
Then I noticed her shoes. One of the girls was wearing Doc Martens. They reminded me of the pair I had pain stakingly broken in as a fifteen year old and recently pulled out of storage. The Docs were smartly paired with a tailored blazer and mid length flowy skirt. I had worn a similar outfit less than a week ago. I turned to my mum.
Sarah: ‘Am I dressed like a twelve year old?’
Mum: ‘No dear, they are dressing like you.’
I wasn’t so sure. Every one of these girls dressed like the fashionable offspring of Kate Moss. At twelve years old, I had been wearing basketball shorts and a daggy tie dyed t-shirt. At 26, I was proud of how far I had come. My style had painstakingly evolved through time. Each year I had become more confident in myself and the result had fittingly filtered into what I chose to wear. Now I realised that this theory was just that, a theory. If these girls dressed like me but better, where did that leave me? I felt a small lump in my throat which I allayed with a hefty fork full of pasta.
A year later, when I was about to become double my sister’s age, she asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I looked at the pint sized fashionista sitting next to me and responded, ‘A pretty dress please’. So Naomi borrowed my dad’s credit card and scoured the internet for a suitable dress. Come my birthday, I was presented with three parcels, all from my sister, containing a uniquely gorgeous piece of clothing. One was a silk smock with purple polka dots. Something I would never normally try on – I loved it. And that’s when it hit me. My little sister was never a fashion rival. She is something amazing. A pint-sized stylist bound by blood.
Not only did I dress like a twelve year old, but they rocked their looks better than me. I honed in on my sister. Naomi’s quirky dress sense was just the right balance of youthful cool. A small lump rose in my throat.
How a person dresses can determine a lot of things. Dressing is a way of communicating to others about how you feel and who you are. Clothes can speak about a person as much as words can describe. It is the tiny but significant differences that speak to people. It is the style that best reflects you that people are astonished by.Photographed in North Bridge, Perth
Fashion and Style are often thrown around these days, with out much meaning. However, these two words are completely different and will no longer be used willy nilly. According to wikipedia Fashion means ‘a poplar trend’ and Style means ‘A manner of doing something’. The differences are small but quite significant. This girl has shown a Style which is both unusual and intriguing to the naked eye. It is the spontaneity in her clothes which sets her apart from other’s. A gift you can only be born with.Photographed in North Bridge, Perth
The first thing that strikes me in this photograph is the man’s hat. I believe it pulls the look together and completes it. I think what best describes it is, it’s the cherry on the cake. The wonderful white hat portrays a classic look whilst structuring the design of the suit and presenting a pristine style.Photographed in City Beach, Perth
Style is operated differently for every one. Some like to blend in, others like to stand out, but rarely do people incorporate their styles together. These two have purposefully worn similar colours to highlight each others look. They have accomplished this look from using similar browns so that both styles complement each other.Photographed in City Beach, Perth
Brides are continuously looking for ways to make their wedding day a true reflection of their personality. I can say that no wedding dress is alike, they are all different and beautiful in there own way. I admire the train on this dress as it blossoms on her and shows off her waist line. Normally, I am not a fan of frills but in this case I adore the layer upon layer of white. It adds a new depth to the dress whilst highlighting her shape swell. Overall, the finish of this dress is quite stunning and surely a dress to have and to hold.Photographed in City Beach, Perth