I’ve been away a little while, meaning there’s a wild backlog of fabulous vintage outings to blog about, and piles of photos to feast on. Johnny and June have already blogged about it, but I have snaps to share from the road trip we took a few weeks back, documenting the séjour in all its pasta-eating, cider-sipping, kitten-petting, vintage-wearing glory.
This all came about as we piled into two cars and drove seven hours to a curious beachside town in rural NSW for a few days. There, we bonded, rendezvous’d into town, visited the beach by both day and night, and partook in some classic tomfoolery whilst fabulously-frocked up.
The country, apart from being picturesque, was also a hilarious place to be a group of vintage-dressed youths. Locals alternated between asking if we’re a band, and whispering as we walked by that we must be “movie people”. I daresay it was all Tim and his high pants’ doing.
Me: just a bundle of tweed, gingham and red hair flowers after the long drive.
Kitten: being adorable.
En route to the beach on day two.
Tim and Jesse sexing up the beach in their retro swimwear.
Me: protecting my fragile skin, reading feminist literature.
Vintage shopping in Bellingen.
Furry hat: totally purchased.
Tim and Jesse, in their natural habitat.
Rachael: bringing some much-needed tartan to the excursion.
Tim: making VERY DIFFICULT decisions.
Vintage ensemble du jour.
Tasty, tasty carbonara on the last night.
GROUP PHOTO: aww.
FASHION love to you all.