Some photos from Maastricht and Amsterdam: bicycles, antiques, canals. So poetic I want to cry.
Monthly Archives: November 2012
I’ve been staying in the strangest places, but my Maastricht accommodation was the most curious of all. The Netherlands was clearly into Christianity once upon a time, but in 2012 most of the population is secular, so it seems they’ve taken to converting churches into Other Things, like bookstores and hotels. The hotel I stayed in, Kruisherenhotel-Maastricht, was a working church and monastery in the fifteenth-century. These days it’s a lovely, slightly badass ancient-modern-blend hotel.
Alas, I didn’t have any nun-like outfits with me (oh, the photos that could’ve been), but I do have some new travel fashions to show off, so here they are interspersed with evidence of all the gothic splendour.
I’m wearing a glorious Bettie Page frock I had the good fortune of stumbling upon in a Maastricht rockabilly store (they exist!). It’s all burnt orange and long-sleeved and wonderful. And oh my, would you check out those polka dot contrast seam What Katie Did stockings. Too much fabulous to handle.
That’s the latest. Back soon with ravings about Amsterdam and Dutch bicycles. ❤
I’m still in Maastricht, The Netherlands, still in 60s trapeze coat (now with added leopard print scarf). Lots of bicycles, lots of fries, lots of incomprehensible menus. It’s too cold to take my hands out of my pockets to take photos, but here I am in the Grand Square, also known as the Vrijthof (I swear I’m not making up words).
Let’s play a game: which of the following words are really Dutch, and which are just me mashing at the keyboard then adding double vowels?
Now here I am next to an incomprehensibly-named Church, showing the trapeze coat in all it’s glory:
And here’s the positively to-die-for 110 euro velvet cape I *didn’t* buy:
Ugh, it’s all too much. If anyone needs me, I’ll be camped out beside the velvet evening coats in a Maastricht vintage store called Grifth or Graaght or Grirth or something.
I promise some scenic gothic church hotel vintage fashun photos for my next blog visit. Until then, tot ziens.
*A and C are Dutch, but I’m pretty sure they’re all made up, really.
I’ve traversed three countries since we last spoke – oh, the excitement of it all. I write from Maastricht in The Netherlands, where I’m visiting my prodigal brother. I’m still internetting, of course, so I bring you these ridiculous tourist photos from my morning in London yesterday.
First: Harry Potter. I passed through King’s Cross Station yesterday, so I OBVIOUSLY went via Platform 9 3/4. Fangirl fangirl. I just…I can’t even.
More fangirling fun was had at the British Library. I’m surprised my face didn’t just melt off. I saw the First Folio (omg), Jane Austen’s writing desk, original Beatle’s lyrics, handwritten Sylvia Plath verse and a smorgasbord of other literary treasures in a slightly surreal twenty-minute wander through the exhibitions. Also, the entire original manuscript of On the Road. WHAT EVEN?
1950s skirt The Attic, Las Vegas | Cardigan Louche, London | Shoes Urban Outfitters
So then, to Brussels, where it was difficult to be tired and unhappy because of all the adorable French-speaking and chocolatiers. I managed to woman up enough to practice my French on the Belgians, and gave myself waffles as reward. Mmm waffles. And Brussels is so preeeetty ❤
Back soon with Dutch fashun.
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.
I’m en route to London this very moment, all camped out at Abu Dhabi airport feeling plane-weary after fifteen hours, with the excrutiating promise of eight more before Heathrow. I think I’ve eaten dinner three or four times in the last twelve hours. The grey speckled carpet is strange and entrancing.
There will be blogging when I finally do make it to Europe, but I actually have quite the backlog of delectable photos, plus a spare half hour before I’m ushered back into my airborne prison, so here are some fashion moments from my Sydney life. This, before the onslaught of cobblestones and sixteenth century buildings.
Frock Anthropologie | Cardigan Dangerfield | Belt from a 60s frock | 50s bag King St, Newtown
Another day, another frock – I swear the angry face was accidental:
50s frock Grandma Takes a Trip | Belt Enmore Rd, Enmore
Having High Tea with Darcy Society:
50s frock Coco Repose | Capelet Gumboots | Heels Macy’s
And here I was sixteen hours ago at the airport, prepped for departure:
Speak soon, vintage people and friends.