April's uniform.

Ring; H&M, lockets; 1928, watch; Burberry, cuff; Sportsgirl, slip; Target, skirt; H&M

A small snippet of today’s outfit. There is something so satisfying about the sumptuous tangibility of disparate fabrics- a silken nude slip fished from my mother’s underwear drawer and layered under a tough black leather skater skirt has been my uniform for the past few days. A requisite tangle of pendants collected over the years is the perfect safety blanket for every outfit. I will be wearing it tomorrow for good luck on the first day of my new job!

Cool, calm, collected.

 It’s so very miserable outside at the moment. Our city has been cloaked in a thick humidity. Stuck on the bus in the early mornings, everyone has a moist frosting of sweat on their necks. When the humidity breaks, it gives way to a dire drizzle that does nothing but compel all of us Sydney residents to whine about the Autumn that never quite seems to arrive. I am craving uncomplicated, sunny simplicity in this grey, suffocating Sydney. 

The video clip for Roy Orbison’s I Drove All Night captures the sun-bleached freedom I’m craving- Jennifer Connelly in all her unplucked-eyebrowed splendour, oversized denim button-downs, unaccessorised black bodysuits, and heavy leather jackets thrown over everything. I never quite got this new season obsession with sportswear until I saw her cavorting in swathes of the stuff in desert America. It's a given that a young Jason Priestly pushed my obsession with this video a little over the edge of propriety. It may be a bit eighties, but it’s all about clean lines, feeling comfy, and looking downright cool. And, if you ask me, those qualities are just about timeless.

Acne, Dr. Martens, Batiste, Timex, Topshop