Baby Pink And The Basket

Thank The Universe, The Ancestors and the gods (+ goddesses) of all the different religions its Friday! I haven't had an overly stressful week but I can't wait to:

• shave my head tomorrow morning
• read all the weekend papers in bed
• check out a culinary bookshop just a neighbourhood away
• watch two films back-to-back at a nearby art house cinema  
• kick back with a glass of wine in hand and listen to D'Angelo as my oxtail slow cooks
• talk to my brother without interruption or having to dash off somewhere
• start the search for a good-for-budget peplum top and the perfect pair of boyfriend jeans in an age-appropriate wash
• research costs associated with attending Africa Fashion Week London (AFWL) this August and work out if going actually makes financial sense 
• check out the five fashion and beauty Tumblrs everyone who's interested in fashion or beauty should know according to the Editor-in-Chief of Fashion Bomb Daily, a blog I religiously follow

Today, I'd agreed to meet my hairdresser friend for lunch in one of Melbourne's well-known food lane ways and when he changed venue, I suggested meeting on the steps of Parliament. This is what I wore today.  

More often than not, generally nice wholesome people forget when exactly they purchased a fashion item, the person who might've assisted them, the transaction itself and what other events took place on the same day that their purchase was made. I, on the other hand, remember every single detail as if there are prizes to be won for this sort of meaningless information. I remember the vendor who sold me my basket, the different colours and sizes that they came in and the tedious haggling that took place. He was stoned and I was broke. He got tired of my whining about the price and gave in. The basket, like the Taxi Earrings, makes my heart sing and I know I will never tire of it.

 Shirt - DVF

Pants - Vanessa Bruno

Basket - Vendor at Harare Festival Of The Arts (HIFA) 

Shoes - Anna Fiori

Sunglasses - Ray Ban

Jewellery - Diva + EA Drew rings + Georg Jensen watch +  

bracelets from a Johannesburg market 

My next post features Amelia who I spotted in the street. Her outfit popped in the sea of grey and black and as she walked past I couldn't help but compliment her on how well-put-together she looked. Sweet Amelia doesn't know this but she is the sole reason I braved the ZARA after work rush in search of something bright and trans-seasonal.

Woza Friday!

xxx

I Heart Taxi Earrings

Having what I'd like to think are serious computer issues and waiting for a tech savvy friend to call back about where Saturday's post entitled Viva Celine! could've disappeared to. Its gone and I'm on the verge of having one of my classic meltdowns. A meltdown that involves a dinner fit for a king or a childless Miss Independent with credit, a pricey pair of shoes, a case of wine and tissue. I'd rather be down in the dumps with bloodshot eyes munching on a Wagyu beef knowing that a pair of Bawse Lady pumps and wine are on their way. 


While deleting photos on my camera earlier, I came across images of random things pinned to my vision board and things that have caught my eye over the last few days. Little things and places of significance that have me squealing with glee, seeking out new underground spots, researching homewares and listening to all kinds of sounds. Thought I'd share the only decent photos of what I wore to yesterday's not-so-boozy brunch and things that inspire and influence my fashion style. 

I bought these earrings from a stall at HIFA, Harare Festival of the Arts, nearly two years ago. I love fine jewellery but feel like no Harry Winston, De Beers, Cartier or even BVLGARI piece has anything on my taxi earrings. I don't wear them often for fear of losing them but when I do they make my heart sing.

Knit - Country Road

Cargo pants - J Brand

Shoes - Jil Sander

Bag - Bottega Veneta

Sunglasses - Ray Ban

Jewellery - EA Drew ring + HIFA stall earrings + 

bangles from a street vendor

Random inspirations...

 

I wonder what sort of things inspire you and your style. Do tell.

xxx