The festive season hath ended, and now I’m packing up all my capelets ready to move to France for six months. I’ll be studying in Lyon for a semester, drinking lots of red wine and speaking French in a little high-pitched voice. Visa troubles aside, I’m actually ludicrously excited. I will miss Sydney for all the brunching, and my people. But France!
I’ll miss my frocks too. I’m waging war on minimalism as I pack frivolous thing after frivolous thing, but ugh choices! How can I go six months without my red tartan hooded cape coat? I can’t, obviously. My third cousin Vicky is family legend for her declaration that she could travel with “nothing but two pairs of trousers and seven jackets”. I think I inherited some of her ridiculousness.
In my final days here, I’m making use of my wardrobe while I still can. So voila, my frock of the day. It’s a 50s day dress I bought for a pittance in Amsterdam. It’s so beautiful, and fits me so perfectly I could hardly believe it. Of course I wore a capelet too, because I’m never without capelet.
50s frock Amsterdam | capelet DIY
Soon there will be French fashions, ooh la la. A toute à l’heure !
Just a quick, slightly ridiculous outfit post, featuring Pippy Longstocking-style plaits. This ensemble was for a lovely lazy Sunday evening outing to Newtown. The Western-ish top gave me Calamity Jane jitters, and oh the plaits made me a little bit silly too. I even managed a spot of swing dancing in my sort-of-twirly skirt, as one should.
Top Valleygirl | Skirt Dangerfield | Cardigan Louche, London | Belt Dangerfield
A bientôt, amis.
I almost forgot I owned this frock until I dragged it out this morning to wear for an afternoon of antique-ing. I’ve always found it oddly and irritatingly era-ambigious, so I’m not surprised I put it out of my mind for awhile.
It’s a curious frock. Although I get quite a fierce 1940s vibe, what with the little puff sleeves, not-quite-full skirt, and satisfyingly old-feeling fabric, I can’t quite convince myself it’s 40s, considering how little I paid for it.
Vintage friends and dating extraordinaires, thoughts?
Era-ambigious vintage frock Cambridge, UK | Hair flower Circa Vintage | Belt borrowed from dear Callie | Shoes Macy’s
When I haven’t been obsessing about the era of my floral frock, I’ve been flitting about Sydney as per usual with various Old Hatters in tow. We had a glorious picnic that you can read all about very soon, among other things.
Until next time – bonne weekend, mes ami/es !
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.
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 ❤
I swear the fashions at Sydney University are better than any fashion week. The people-watching is fierce! This makes dressing for uni a treat – I do love to join in the aesthetic feast being staged on and around campus.
My partners in crime for all of this are Jesse and Tim (of Like Johnny and June), who wear the most amazing/outrageous things to class. This afternoon, as per tradition, we met to gab about our latest sartorial crushes on campus and the like. Here’s a snap of us in our natural habitat:
Frock Anthropologie | Cardigan Dangerfield | Belt Dangerfield | 50s cherry necklace Love Vintage Fair 2012 | Hair flower Sportsgirl | Shoes Bloch
I know, they’re so statuesque! And dapper! I have campus crushes on my friends.
Although I’ve been a little neglectful of my dear blog here as of late, all Ravishing Retro channels have not been dead. Perhaps some you know that I have quite a raging Instagram addiction, as of about a month or so ago. It’s a little dire to say the least; I feel so incredibly cliché. Nevertheless, it has allowed me to chronicle my sartorial choices far more regularly than I otherwise would have done. So voila, here is one week of uni classes (well, four days) through the eyes of my wardrobe and Instagram account:
1950s frock Camden Passage, London | Belt Review | 1940s cardigan The Attic, Vegas | Hair flower Circa Vintage
Second-hand frock Cambridge, UK | Cardigan Dangerfield | Belt Dangerfield | Brooch Gift | Hair flowers Sportsgirl
1950s frock Camden Passage, London | Belt Bettie Page | Cardigan Country Road | Scarf Cambridge, UK | 1950s necklace Camden Passage, London
1950s frock Retrostar, Melbourne | Cardigan Dangerfield | Belt Alannah Hill
For more slightly overexposed, yet still quite enjoyable photos like these, you can look me up as @ravishingretro. Hurrah!
In other news, I’ve finally moved house! This means I have all my glorious frocks back, so I daresay things will be a lot more lively around here. Once a proper internet connection is installed, hopefully I’ll be dropping by more frequently.
A bientôt !
Bonjour mes amis!
Today I ravaged a treasure-filled vintage store in the Las Vegas Arts District – but more on that later. I’m just dropping by today to show you this little snap of the outfit I wore to see Phantom of the Opera this evening (just casually).
Americans don’t seem to be too fond of frocking up for the theatre, but I persevered nonetheless, and ended up sashaying into the theatre wearing this blue number I snapped up at Anthropologie on a shopping expedition yesterday – you may notice I already own this frock in red, but shh. It was most appropriate for Phantom, paired with a little silver 1940s-style necklace that you sadly miss in this snapshot, a poofy petticoat and seam stockings.
The glam ensemble worked a treat on the gentlemen too, I soon found out, as I had the pleasure of sharing the elevator with a particularly seedy man who told me I looked like Snow White, winked, and suggested I might also make a nice Sleeping Beauty. Ah, the Vegas pick-up lines; they kill me.
I’ll be seeing you soon with more news from the strange, technicolour city that is Vegas.
Cape: SoWa markets, Boston
Seam stockings: What Katie Did
Hair flower: Sportsgirl
Thank you for your lovely and interesting responses to my post on vintage and feminism – I’m still responding to some of you. Even though I do have a specific blog for all my feminist musings (or as of late, lack thereof), I’d like to make posts like these more of a regular feature on Ravishing, seeing as we’re all so inspired. At the very least, I daresay I’ll put up something about vintage and body image at some point: a topic I decided to save for a separate post as I just have SO MANY FEELINGS about it all.
As I’m still living off my travel wardrobe, I don’t really have any fabulous outfits to showcase from my recent wanderings. Instead, I’ll show you an outfit I wore awhile back to the launch of Seam Magazine in Brisbane.
I should have written about Seam Magazine before now, because it’s all kinds of adorable. The crafty, vintage-inspired zine, written by the lovely Linsey from Brisbane, is an absolute visual feast – the photo shoots, featuring dreamy fashions by Alice Nightingale, are positively to die for. It’s also the perfect accompaniment to a pot of Earl Gray tea and some cookies. Seriously, vintage types – get on that (check it out here or on etsy).
And voila, the outfit:
50s dress: Love Vintage Fair 2011
60s pillbox hat: Paddington, Brisbane
Gloves: Paddington, Brisbane
Belt: Brisbane Antique Centre
50s necklace: Love Vintage Fair 2011
I leave for Las Vegas very soon, so leave me your travel tips if you have any.
In any case, à bientôt !
As I’m still in the process of moving house, all my clothes are in boxes: a devastating fate for a fashionista. This means I have to come up with new ways to mix up all the pieces I do have, most of which were in my travel wardrobe too (one tires easily of a travel wardrobe). I have plans to rescue some frocks from The Boxes, but in the meantime, you’ll be pleased to know that I’m managing. This is what I wore today:
Dress: Bettie Page
Cape: SoWa Markets, Boston
Hair Flower: Sportsgirl
1950s Bag: Gift