Rainy Day Freak

It's winter in Australia and despite common belief it is not balmy hot weather all year round. It's raining, windy and cold so today I'm staying in which means amazing Vogue shoot starring me.

So I'm part of an 80's dance group The Real Hot Bitches and one of the bitches found these cool animal costumes/pyjamas and was like let's do a bulk order and I was like okay I need some kawaii glitter in my life. Behold....

こんにちは！私は、ファッションの動向について書いているカエル午前

Cute right? Not creepy at all. Everyone in the troupe got one and there's heaps to choose from. Flying squirrel, unicorn, ladybird. Get them here if you have no shame.

Not only are they super comfy but they're so versatile. Perhaps wear it out for a romantic dinner for two....

It's raspberry cordial I swear on McQueen's grave

My date still hasn't arrived!? Continue laughing to self.

OR....Important business meetings...

Business meeting pen I got from Tokyo. His name is Mameshiba.

These are my new shoes I got from Revolve Clothing. They're by Swear. I never want to wear them outside my house because they're perfect. 

 And HAPPY SOCKS!!!!

Obvs they're meant for feet but they make great hand puppets too. Happy Socks are the best socks in the world. Check them out here

LOUIS VUITTON SPRING 2010

Jacobs pandered to his Japanese fans for Spring at Louis Vuitton. Actually, he pandered to anyone who loves their look to be kawaii. It was a Hippie trance 90’s girl tramping to a rave with some beautiful little bags jangling with doo-dads and fur tails. I liked the garment panels broken up into sections and highlighted with contrasting fabric, particularly a pleated skirt and a jacket. The bike shorts looked fun and Jacobs had done this for his signature line as well as the bum-bag too. I guess it doesn’t hurt to cover your trend bases at both houses.
The fur moccasins were not chic nor flattering. It looked like the models had stomped a poodle to death with the remains left stuck between their toes. Ghastly. The tweedy looking jackets with green military pockets felt like some attempt to be conceptual rather than chic. I dunno, sometimes there’s something so self-conscious and art-world approval seeking about his work that it reeks of insecurity. Is he trying to keep up with such friends as Elizabeth Peyton and Sophia Coppola? I don’t know.