Beauty is Embarrassing is Amazing
Went to see Beauty is Embarrassing — the documentary about artist Wayne White — a few weeks back now. It’s such as inspiring movie. White is best known for creating and voicing many… Continue reading
Don’t know nuthin’ ’bout this bracelet except that it’s got a cool shape. I picked it up because it reminded me of the shape of an Elsa Peretti for Tiffany Bone cuff. But… Continue reading
I found this delightful Zuni Fetish necklace in a bag of broken jewellery from the Value Village. It’s missing two little foxes, many of the little beasties have lost their tails and the… Continue reading
Long time readers will know of my Solange Azagury-Partridge obsession. If you don’t, you can read about here, here and here. Well, I found another piece from Azagury-Partridge’s 2005 collection for H&M at… Continue reading
Morning announcements! Just wanted to let everybody know about my tremendous online presence. Please visit my Tumblr, Old Jewels, where I work on my photography skills. Or peruse my Pinterest boards to see… Continue reading
I came across a whole box full of fashion magazines from the late 1980s/early 1990s last weekend. Because I am trying not to be a hoarder I took only two. I grabbed the… Continue reading
If an understated disguise is what you seek, look no further than Old Navy’s collection of costume t-shirts. While I am distressed that there is no tuxedo t-shirt, the faux three-piece suit almost… Continue reading
I need, like, three days of Halloween to wear all my goodies. Even if I was to wear the tentacle fingers over my skeleton gloves, what would I do with my hook hand?
It’s getting colder. The air is getting drier. The skin needs extra exfoliation. So I invested in this lovely face brush so I can give dry brushing a go. Here’s the theory: Dead… Continue reading
So the lookbook for the Margiela for H&M collection is out now. Each piece references past Margiela collections, and will bear a little label telling you which season it represents. There are lots… Continue reading