Having never been a fan of modern or brutalist architecture, the idea of living in a converted warehouse has always appealed to me. What with the industrial beams, reclaimed brick (or painting over it with a solid coat of white – God, I love all-white everything), concrete floors, expansive warehouse windows, and sky-high ceilings.
Needless to say, I had some serious home envy walking into an inner-city warehouse convert a couple of friends bought recently.
As with any warehouse conversion, the renovation is monumental. They’ve already made a great deal of progress in the space of a month – the original beams and spiral staircase had just been painted a fresh coat of black, and the bedroom wall stripped of its plaster to uncover the ombré exposed brick.
As far as interior decorating goes, I adore their eclectic, charismatic but classic style. Think black & white everything, vintage suitcases as a home entertainment unit, a dove grey Philippe Starck Monseigneur-esque quilted sofa, Beatles wall art, and a tall, galvanised school locker repurposed as a cupboard. It’s stuff that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I love how quirky small touches like those add so much personality to their already character-laden home.
Oh, and the ground floor will be turned into a clothing boutique and they’re renovating the kitchen & dining area (taking up the entire second floor) such that it could transform into a coffee shop with a Scandinavian vibe, one day. Sigh, can you imagine?
This month has already flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Japan came and went, I dropped into Melbourne for all but 18 hours to see for myself how GPO transformed into H&M, I’ve been battling an unrelenting viral infection since I returned, and I became a doting aunty again two days ago.
And, as you can see, things are looking a little bit different around here.
I’ve been feeling terrible for being absent from this blog since the revamp went live. I had been meaning to put together a post days ago but the truth is, I have been spending any spare time I have drinking the honey, lemon & ginger tea I hastily made for myself, blowing my nose every two minutes and filling up my bin with copious amounts of tissues. So glam. Migrating from tumblr to wordpress has also aged me by about 20 years (probably a lot more for my kind, ever-so-patient friend & magical web designer, Jess) but I think we’re finally out of the woods with this one.
I hope you like the new-look!
Whilst waiting impatiently for the temp to drop to an autumnal level here in Perth, I’ve made a bit of progress on my winter wardrobe.
Without having a proper plan or wishlist in place, I’ve inadvertently ended up with a collection of check prints and pinstripes, with a winter white, burgundy and salmon colour palette. I’m also loving the idea of incorporating tan and camel into my winter wardrobe, by way of a coat, switching up my black patent oxfords with tan shoelaces, and these leather croc-embossed shorts I was lucky enough to pick up on sale from Witchery the other day.
The only thing left to do is seek out a grey Acne scarf (so obsessed with the Canada!) and a black wool duster or robe coat (I’m contemplating one from Trenery as I type).
Winter wardrobe sorted.
P.S. on an entirely different note, if you’ve been experiencing difficulty accessing my blog, please bear with me as I overcome all the inevitable kinks associated with launching the new design.
H&M printed full skirt, T by Alexander Wang distressed t-shirt, Carven suede bow pumps, Proenza Schouler PS11 clutch, Popbasic wishbone ring.
After finding myself cris-crossing two continents and three different cities over the past few days, I’m relieved to be permanently home and reunited with creature comforts like my bed and coffee machine (you can see where my priorities lie).
Not too long after I arrived home from Tokyo, I packed my suitcase again and flew into Melbourne for the launch of the first Australian H&M store on Thursday night. Although it was quite sad to see some of my favourite stores depart the beautiful GPO building to make way for the Swedish fashion chain, I have to admit that the new H&M store was jaw-droppingly incredible. And monumentally massive. With a glass of champagne in one hand (a bit of Drunk Shopping never hurt anyone, right?) and a carefully considered eye (H&M can be a bit Hit & Miss, no?) I came away at the end of the night with a few beautiful things for winter, including a coat, a sweater, and oversized grey pinstriped culottes for work.
This voluminous brushstroke printed full skirt was also hard to resist on the night. It was such a steal ($42-ish, after the 20% VIP discount) and the fabric has a nice, textured heft to it, so it drapes beautifully to the calf.
Note to self and to everyone else: midi skirts are the next maxi skirts this autumn/winter. Hip pockets essential.
Acne black leather jacket, Lover ‘Courtney’ guipure lace dress, Michael Kors rose gold watch.
Finally getting the chance to post this outfit I wore to dinner the week before I flew out of Perth.
If there’s anything more telling about how unfathomably run off my feet I was in the days leading up to my holiday, it’s the realisation – when I touched down in Tokyo – that I forgot to pack my toothbrush and iPhone charger. D’oh.
Aside from settling into my new job (which I’ve temporarily left for 2-3 weeks and feel absolutely terrible about), I’ve been working with a friend to give this blog a pretty major facelift, which I hope to launch very soon. It does mean moving away from tumblr, but I promise we’ve designed my new home in a way that’s bigger and, most importantly, better; keeping you – the reader – top of mind, so that everything you’re searching for is only a couple of clicks (or less) away.
As for this outfit, I suppose you can’t really go wrong with a leather and lace mash-up. And if it’s good enough for Stevie Nicks…
I’m sitting up in bed savouring every last crumb of the fresh Manneken waffles I picked up in Ginza on the way to dinner tonight. And now, I’m brewing a cup of green tea in my hotel room, deciding whether to read a few chapters of Memoirs of a Geisha or attend to my overflowing inbox that clearly didn’t get the memo about taking a holiday.
As most of you have figured out, I’ve been in Tokyo for just over a week now. To say it has been captivating, culturally-enriching, gastronomically-out of this world, and maddeningly exhausting and downright frustrating (why is everything tucked inside an office building?) would be doing the sensory overload no justice at all. Over the past week, I’ve seen snow, felt the downpour, had my hair cut (!) and laid my eyes on the beauty of Mt Fuji.
Tokyo is one hell of a city and I’m kicking myself for not discovering it sooner.
We’re leaving for the mountainside first thing tomorrow, spending three nights at an onsen situated 1700m above sea level. It’s probably as far from civilisation as you could get, but I’m looking forward to truly getting away. And maybe, just maybe, those emails will come away with me too.
As far as packing lists go, Joan Didion’s is inexplicably boss.
But I do love a good list. Doesn’t this particular one just make you want to pile all your hair on top of your head, find a cosy seat on the plane, snuggle up in a knitted sweater with a face free of make-up, and just be done with it?
There’s a certain appeal to approaching a brief excursion out of the country with a packing list that you’ve revised a thousand times over. That’s me at my most happiest.
In packing for Japan, I’ve decided to take a leaf out of Joan’s book (The White Album, FYI) – or at least tried to.
I will be wearing on the plane: black soft leggings (I’m bringing two – wool long johns whilst I’m up in the air, and fleece-lined leggings whilst transiting). An Acne scarf. Always an Acne scarf. A Bassike loose-fitting striped shirt at high altitudes and a crisp, classic white shirt from Witcherywhen I arrive at my destination. And lastly, a pair of black Chanel ballerinas, because who doesn’t love the ease of kicking off a pair of ballet flats to soothe their feet in a pair of cosy socks?
As for the rest of the notable contents in my suitcase: a couple of collared shirts, three sweaters, two pairs of jeans, and erm, four coats (yes, I know). I’ve accepted the fact that coats and shoes will always, always, win.
Longchamp is a tried and true travel favourite of mine. I’m travelling with this tote
as an every day bag and this expandable overnighter
Oh, and if anyone who follows me on Instagram is wondering
, I’m taking the black pointed oxfords and leaving the grey Dieppas at home. And yes, my heart broke into a million little pieces in deciding to do so. I’m a creature of comfort, though. And as such, I’m leaving the heels at home this time.
Country Road check sweater, Witchery trumpet skirt, Bonbons ‘Ablaze’ heeled ankle boots.
Being swallowed whole by a big, woolly sweater has always appealed. Oversized jumpers have this way of making me feel warmer; they’re as nourishing for the soul as mugs of tea in the middle of winter; as blissful as slipping into a pair of warm socks when it’s raining outside; and as comforting as the sound of my mother’s voice on the other end of the line.
This sweater was the first thing I packed into my suitcase for Japan. And speaking of packing lists, I’m resolute on making it my next post so stay tuned!