So many London delights. These first few days I’ve been dragging my suitcase over cobblestones, staring into vintage stores, catching the tube all over town, and drinking ALL the English Breakfast tea. London is so unashamedly cliché, like a parody of itself. The double-decker buses and policemen in helmets emblazoned on all the tourist merchandise are legitimately swarming about the city. Tourist fantasies are never disappointed.
London doesn’t disappoint my retro fantasies either. I arrived yesterday and popped straight over to The Diner in Islington, where I have a history of drinking mojitos and spiked milkshakes. It’s a diner-starved Australian’s retro dream: all red booths and rockabilly music. Alas, 8:30am was a little keen for a mojito, but I enjoyed coffee in the surrounds and appreciated the hipster waitress fashion. So much contentment.
I stayed in Portobello Rd last night, dangerously near the London What Katie Did boutique, where I bought ALL the seamed stockings. It was inevitable. WKD do metallic seams these days, which are just a little bit ridiculous and amazing. Also, polka dot contrast seams! I also managed some sheer gloves. Pix to come of all these treasures.
Winter fashions are fun. I’m enjoying my Fab Gabs 60s angora trapeze coat, perhaps a little too much. Stockings and cashmere and scarves, oh my. Plus so many opportunities for hat-wearing, mmmm. Here is the ensemble du jour:
60s coat Fab Gabs | Frock Sarah-Jane, Newtown | Cardigan Quick Brown Fox | Capelet Boston | Shoes Urban Outfitters
The plan is to depart London tomorrow, but I’ll be back soon for three weeks of swing dancing, vintage shopping, cafe-dwelling and the like. Until next time, sleepy tidings! Jet lag is a cruel mistress.
It’s getting cold in Sydney, and when it gets cold, I like to wear nothing but black, red and navy blue – alas, it can’t be helped. As I potter off to uni each day, I’ve been wearing various combinations of black circle skirts, nautical sweaters and capes. It’s how I do casual, if there is such a thing. It’s nice to take a break from fragile vintage frocks and suspender stockings from time to time.
On this particular day, I ended up looking a little funereal in my all-black ensemble, but seeing as I had a French presentation to perform, it was only appropriate (and as you can see, I wore a beret for extra French-y strength). It was all rather snuggly and warm. Mmmm.
Voila, casual Michelle:
Cape Morro Bay, USA | Sweater Alannah Hill | Skirt Laura Ashley | Beret Paris <3 | Shoes Boss | Brooch Gift
I was in the mood for a bit of fairy floss pink this morning, so I wore my fanciful heart tights to class. It was all a little neo-50s, in the most pleasant of ways – not a vintage item in sight. Perhaps I’ll swap seamed stockings for print tights more often.
Frock Bettie Page | Cardigan Louche, London | Cape SoWa Markets, Boston | Scarf David Jones | Hair flower Sportsgirl | Tights Topshop | Shoes Bass
Aspen, Colorado is a veritable Winter Wonderland. In Sydney I’m forced to pretend it’s cold enough for whatever ridiculous wool coat I’ve acquired, and end up sweating my way to class, but here I have every reason and right to wrap up in elaborate ensembles and cook mulled wine. Oh, the Colorado winter – so Snowglobe-esque.
The sub-zero temperatures have given me the perfect opportunity to don the coat I bought in Berrima in September. Since its purchase, I’ve decided it’s probably a late 1960s coat, seeing as it has overlocking on the inside seams (which wasn’t commercially available until 1965). It has proved the perfect coat for Aspen weather, and looks quite fetching with a petticoat and cape-turned-scarf.
I met up with my dear friend Alyssa last night, and we had a wonderful time navigating Aspen and drinking cocktails (read: hot chocolate, as I am under 21). We took some lovely shots amid the glorious Christmas lights which pepper the town in the Winter months.
Coat: Peppergreen Antiques
Scarf: Cape-turned-scarf, Morro Bay
Here are some more lovely shots of Aspen by night – so cute: