Saturday, July 19, 2014

Literary Style - Love, Nina

“Dear Vic… MK uses a kind of basket thing. Like a shopping basket, but soft stuff, like hay not straw, but straw-coloured with muted stripes. Long leather straps over the shoulder and a pickpocket’s dream. I’ve gone on to a longish canvas bag like a plumber’s bag. MK can’t bear to look at it… Will says it’s Pinteresque (which is good and bad). Sam quite likes it, it reminds him of a cricket bag. College is awkward (bag and shoe-wise). You can’t be girly or you look like a slag, therefore it’s easy to go the other way and be too blokey. The other day I wore a long green cardigan that Mary Hope gave me from a shop called Hobbs where everything’s smart (and good quality) and a bloke in my seminar said I looked ‘luxurious’. And all the girls wanted to try it on. In other words: it was inappropriate. Love, Nina.” 

Nick deWolf's photo of his French Au Pair Cozette

This book was kind of the best thing to happen to me last week. It is properly LOL, there were too many moments when I laughed out loud reading it curled up in a cafe last weekend. It's not just kid humour - Nina, the writer, was a nanny for Mary Kay Wilmers (from the LRB)'s two kids with Stephen Frears in the 80s - it's the humour of being twenty and not knowing what the fuck you're doing, in work, play, love and life. Nina has the most ridiculous friends (one calls her grandmother's dog Ted Hughes in order to sound more worldly) and she doesn't wear shoes and she always blames her mistakes on one of the kids. Sounds like my kind of girl. I wrote a literary style on it for Undone Journal, which is up now. Read it if you wanna hear me wax lyrical about denim and sweaters and jumpsuits (you know you want to). Oh and read the book, it's the best.


Saturday, July 12, 2014

dem jeans 2.0

Hey - this for play and this for work. I find true indigo - I mean proper indigo, inky blue - jeans look so good in office situations. Of course The Line would get it so damn right, but there are lessons us mortals can take from this. Silky, boxy tops. Straight leg jeans. And maybe unroll those hems and let them hang right down over the heel of your shoe. And doesn't this look like fun? Let's have a gals night and drink wine in our jeans.


dem jeans

Yesterday I sent a message to my partner in crime that essentially said "TGIF, AMIRITE?". Truer words have never been spoken. There's something magical about the weekend and all the sartorial options it lays open to you: Overalls and a big cardigan as you drink milky coffee at the makets, big jumpers as you lie around reading books, the perfect pair of jeans and a white tee shirt as your "going out" outfit. These jeans are the kind that I've been looking for: straight leg, a little cropped (Jessica de Ruiter says: "I like to see an ankle"). This wash too, actually. Just this, in general. White tees, white linen, blue jeans. Sounds like a pretty good saturday to me.


Wednesday, July 2, 2014

behind the scenes

Brigitte Lacombe takes photos that you can't get out of your head. She goes behind the scenes so we don't have to - no matter how much we might want to - and finds the moments that we all wish we could have been there to witness. The quiet ones, the peaceful ones, the jokey ones, the perfect ones. There's a real, tangible magic in cinema. These pictures remind us.


off duty

Life just looks better on a Saturday. Also, this article by Alice Gregory is everything.


Thursday, June 26, 2014

now reading

If you read my twitter you'll know that I've been doing this thing called 'now reading' where I share a snap of the book I'm reading at the moment. It's funny to scroll back through them and see the kinds of things that I've been drawn to this year. In books, as always, I'm a creature of habit. I've recently discovered The Librarian and have spent a few hours combing through their archives, looking at collectors' bookshelves, at the varied tastes of varied people, at the now, sadly, closed shelves at Rizzoli in New York. Dissecting peoples' taste in literature is one of my favourite things to do and to read. It's as simple as 'What I'm Reading', but can be as complex as 'How I am Today' or, indeed, 'How I Wish I could Be'. Mine is easy, Freudian, but easy: I'm non-U trying to be U. Taste is a funny thing, isn't it?


Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Kids in love

“Love is blind, they say - but isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?” 

Susan Fletcher, Eve Green 

That hazy, honeyed, sun-drenched feeling, somehow intangibly linked to summer, and water, and of course, skateboards. Ah, Young Love.


Monday, June 23, 2014

house sitting

Is there anything better than playing house somewhere that's not your own? Full of things you might not choose yourself/be able to afford? I've always loved leaving reality behind while I pretend for a while somewhere new. The next few weeks I'm making camp in a house big enough for family, with a library and a pool and a cat and dog to match. It's gonna be fun. Maybe I'll learn something, too.


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

We spend our lives ultimately seeking comfort: pleasure that is comforting, excitement that is comforting, forward motion and restlessness and stillness that is comforting. Well, at least I do. Comfort is the byword for almost everything in my life. It is the motto, the creed and the quest. So when you find it - in a pair of shoes that everyone thought was ugly, then fell in love with again - you grab them with both hands (feet?). I'm two pairs deep now and there's no turning back. It's funny to think how fashion and trends can drive decisions that become, so quickly, integral to your life. Trends led me to overalls and the colour pink, to big things and small jewellery, to organic food and oil pulling, to Game of Thrones and Iggy Azalea. And now birks. Isn't that comforting? All those magazines, piled up around my bed, have been good for something, after all.


Monday, June 16, 2014

classic coffee

A couple of weeks ago RKB and I spent a morning doing exactly what we love to do: exploring, meeting, learning, dreaming. We met Dave of Classic Coffee, who makes coffee out of his tricked-up Kombi van up in Avalon, and heard his story. Afterwards, we went to Fika in Manly and had prawns and half an avocado on toast and cinnamon buns. We love this. It gives us love-heart eyes and inspires us to do better. It reminds us to explore our own backyards, especially those far flung backyards that are so easy to forget about. Work like this hardly feels like work. It feels like the most glorious kind of play.

You can read the story on Broadsheet here.