If you happen to have dropped by my feminist blog “Woolf Woolf” recently, you may have read my analysis of the independent film “Black & White & Sex”. Well, following my blog post, the film-makers have offered some of the readers of my blog(s) 2-for-1 passes to the final screening in Sydney this Friday, 27 April at 7pm. If you’re interested, pop along to “Woolf Woolf”, leave your name in the comments, and I’ll pass the first few names along. If you’re sex-positive, and keen on complex and non-judgemental representations of sex workers, I can’t recommend the film highly enough.
Here is the trailer:
I’m in mourning right now; I’m in mourning for a pair of original 50s aqua cat eyes. I’m not sure I’ll ever recover. These glorious mid-century frames were tragically lost to the back seat of a taxi cab last week, and ever since I’ve felt a little empty. Oh, the exquisite sadness of it all!
To celebrate the life of my favourite aqua sunglasses, here is a pictorial representation of our time together:
I’ll be searching Etsy for the rest of my life, trying to replace these glorious specs.
RIP Aqua Cat Eyes.
My life is nothing but essays and cups of tea right now – busy busy busy. While I’m squirrelling away, Sydney is settling into Winter, which is all sorts of wonderful, albeit rainy. I’ve been feeling cosy in capes and stockings and berets as I flit ’round uni. Mmm!
Until I find time to photograph some of my more wintry ensembles, here’s a snapshot of an outfit I wore earlier in the semester for a Darcy Society afternoon tea. Navy and red! I have such a weakness.
Top Cabbages & Roses | 1950s Skirt The Attic | Belt Review | Shoes Clark’s | Hair Flowers Sportsgirl | Badge Darcy Society
If the rain persists, I’ll be wearing gumboots in my next outfit post (which wouldn’t altogether be a bad thing). In the meantime, I send my well-coiffed, vintage love to you all.
Our favourite vintage Queenslander friend Em was visiting this weekend, so naturally, we brunched, and made an impulsive visit to the Chinese Gardens. We frolicked around for a good hour or so, watched the koi and just generally felt peaceful. It was all a little Kubla Khan (“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan / A stately pleasure-dome decree”).
Of course the outfits weren’t bad either:
1950s frock Camden Passage, London | Jacket Sarah-Jane | 1950s headpiece Mint Condition | 1950s handbag Paddington Antiques Centre | Heels Macy’s
On our annual family pilgrimage to visit Grandma and co. for Easter this year, I managed to get my nautical Bettie Page frock in the most picture-perfect of settings: a pretty seaside town. Sartorial harmony!
Frock Bettie Page | Shoes Bloch | Hair flowers Sportsgirl
Much nautical, vintage love to you all ❤