I love this girl’s style it is so interesting. I love her eye make up, it’s classic but simple, I admire her “drawn on” mole and most of all I adore the high black socks and creepers. What can I say. That hat. Well, it is my dream hat. It suits her face and shape almost too perfectly. I dream of a hat like that. One that is right for me. Every one has a different hat that suits them just right. But some just never find them. This girl is very lucky because she has found her perfect hat. Me. I am yet to find my hat soul mate.
Photographed in William street, Perth
Vests have the power to alter a look. A vest can make you feel superior, classy or expensive on the inside and out. Vests should be treated with respect and worn with pride. A person should feel honoured when they slip on a vest. Vests are the fashion future of tomorrow. So I beg of you do not take your vest for granted.
Photographed in Paddington, Sydney
Using shapes in fashion can transform a look entirely. Shapes can make you look shorter, taller, thinner or even fatter. That is why you must know your size and shape so that you can use shapes to alter what ever you feel is neccarsary. This woman has shown to be a perfect example of fashion using shapes. She has used shapes as a way of improving her look and achieved it with out looking washed out.
Photographed in Martin Place, Sydney
A fur coat can do so much for a look. In this case it has brought elegance and poise to her style. The coat adds a nice touch to the piece and brings it all together. It is not only her clothes that I admire but her face too. She has coorporated her look to complement her face shape. For instance look at her low V-neck she has worn to highlight her long neck and face physic.
Photographed in Martin Place, Sydney
As the day grew old I waddled around Surry Hills awing at the trends and styles of Sydney’s people. Like a child in a lollie shop I was distracted by the people, architecture and shops around me. It was then when I came across Estate Of Mind an off beat fashion shop. After chatting to the owner I was offered two tickets to the Sydney Fashion Show. I was amazed to see such people sharing the love of fashion and style. Just goes to show that fashion brings people together.
I hope to see you there Xx
to see what all the fuss is about.
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.