Friday, 18 March 2016

19 March Entry

Today was a beautiful day in Sydney so I decided to check out the Glebe Artisan Markets for a stroll and cheeky browse. It's such a nice little market that will be happening every month now -- check it out next month for some really nice stalls! I bought some great ceramics and a lovely bracelet. Also bit of an outfit post here because why not.





Happy Saturday!
Lotte x 





Wednesday, 16 March 2016

beauty/fashion current trend loves

hi everyone! today I was feeling pretty fashion and beauty inspired, so wanted to make a post about some beauty/fashion trends/looks that are hot right now. I really like a few of them, and can't wait to get my fashion on a bit more when it gets cooler here.


BOMBER JACKETS and CULOTTES

I've got a few bomber jackets in my collection, but to be honest haven't found places to where them. When I put them on I always feel like my top half is boxy and wider than I am, which is not a good look! However, I've seen people rocking them really well with plain t-shirts/singlets and 3/4 length pants (whatever material), and look fab. The bomber jackets I have are quite patterned or have big phrases on them, so I think the key is pairing them with other plain pieces. As for culottes or wide leg pants, I wear them a lot with cropped t-shirts, singlets etc. It's one of my favourite styles and I think with a bomber jacket it looks great.








































STRAIGHT LEG PANTS and BARE ANKLES

This is one of my favourite looks at the moment. I think tapered 'dress' pants are so great to wear casually, especially if you're wearing a larger, statement piece on top (like this shirt). They really tie together the look to give a more put together, sophisticated vibe, which I'm into. Sometimes besides jeans I'm not sure what kind of pants to wear, but this style really solves the issue for me. You could wear them with any type of shirt (t-shirt, turtleneck, off the shoulder) and it looks fantastic. Also have been loving the bare ankles vibe, which I do occasionally rock - but with the wrong pants (or the wrong shoes) it can look weird. I personally love the school shoe style, and with these pants they make the outfit really modern and chic. 


ANKLE BOOTS with RIPPED JEANS

This look pretty much speaks for itself. Pair any shiny ankle boots with rugged, ripped jeans and you've just blended two styles effortlessly. I also love the long jacket in this photo as I love wearing long coats or capes, and with jeans they look the perfect mix of casual and stylish.


LOOSE PANTS and SNEAKERS (looking at girl on left)

I know this trend has been going on for quite a while, but I haven't really got into it until now. I got myself a pair of Nike Free Runs for exercise, and while they are great for that, I've also been wearing them heaps with casual clothing. I sometimes have a problem with overdressing, but I find that when I pair an outfit with these shoes, it gives it a more free and casual look. I know it's a really popular trend, and I was somewhat opposed to it for while, but now I'm totally into it. Along with the other pants mentioned in this post, I also love loose-fitting pants for everyday wear. Apart from being really comfy, they bring about that norm core vibe. I love the simple drawstring on the black pants above, and when styled with the outfit I reckon it screams funkiness like a cool small boutique employee.


NATURAL DEWY MAKEUP LOOK

I'm a huge fan of makeup. I love to try out a lot of different styles, colours and techniques when it comes to a makeup routine. I keep seeing this look - really natural, dewy skin, highlighter, your-lips-but-better lip colour, full brows and minimal coverage foundation - and have actually become a real fan recently. I think it looks really pretty and minimal, which is a style I've been drawn towards as of late. It's an effortless look which I'm definitely going to look in to!


DRESS OVER T-SHIRT

I've always found it a bit hard to rock this sort of look, as I find that t-shirts look a bit weird on me. But, as I have a few pieces that could be combined to create this style, I really want to try it out. I think both clothing items look really funky and modern when styled together. It's also a really easy outfit to throw on in 5 minutes, and looks fab with bare legs and docs.


MINIMALIST JEWELLERY 

I've always loved wearing rings and earrings, and silver is usually my go to colour to wear. I love the new focus on minimalist rings and earrings, which give an immediate sophisticated vibe to an outfit. I want to increase to wear small, dainty rings on all my fingers and then maybe some more statement jewellery as well. Love it. 

Recent favourite style blogs:
+ chelseawears (boss of shopanomie)


And that's it! 

Lotte 



Thursday, 10 March 2016

SHORT STORY

I am outside the door. Looking in through the stain glass windows I spot Marco, sitting at the dining room table in his crisp white button down shirt. I’ve always loved that shirt. I can hear the screaming through the glass, years of neglect being thrown at Marco in a barrage of insults and shouts. I know I shouldn’t be looking, but I am, and I know that he knows I’m there from the small glances he’s throwing at me every few seconds. His white crisp shirt is jarring against the backdrop of the vintage wooden house, furnished with brown armchairs and black carpets. I should intervene, kick down the door and yell back at them for all they haven’t done for Marco over the years. But,
 
a best friend wouldn’t do that.

At one point the screaming reaches such a crescendo that I find my hands glued to my ears, desperately searching for some quiet within the noise. I flinch at the high-pitched voice of Marco’s mother and decide to run home.  I can feel the hot tears streaming down my face as my hair becomes wet with sweat. My sweatpants, ‘not a lady’s clothing garment’ by my mother’s standards, stick to my legs as I run the last minutes home. I collapse on my front doorstep, my ears ringing with the shouting and screaming.

* * * 

A few hours later I’m sitting inside my bedroom reading when I hear a knock at the door. I know immediately who’s outside. I force open the creaky door and don’t get a chance to say anything before Marco rushes into my chest. Our soundscape is made up of sobs for a few minutes, Marco’s racking cough reverberating through my t-shirt. I take his rough palm in mine and lead him to the kitchen, where he takes a glass of water from me thankfully.

‘I don’t know if I can live there anymore Sarah. I left school and I still have to deal with their rubbish? What else do they want?'

It takes me a few minutes to form an answer.

‘They’re angry at you leaving school Marc. Maybe if you go back-'

‘Are you serious? And have to deal with those horrible teens jeering at my clothes again? I’d rather die Sarah, you know that.'

Marco had been wearing that crisp white shirt for as long as I’d known him. It was a birthday present from his uncle before he died. Marco was especially close with his uncle, more than anyone else in his family. When he died, he’d kept wearing it every day to try and regain a sense of family he never found in his parents. Days turned into years.

‘Yeah I do, I know I know. But what else can you do?’ I replied.

Marco threw his hands up in the air in response. He grimaced at me in a funny way, like this was all a joke - but I could see his sad eyes almost bursting with tears. 

‘Let’s watch something on tv,’ Marco said defiantly, changing the subject.

He awkwardly skipped over to the couch, flicking the tv to some reality program. I knew Marco usually hated this fake stuff so his enthusiasm at the show was odd. He was almost hysterical in the way he said ‘damn I love this show!’ gradually leading his voice higher and higher with every comment, so he sounded like a completely different person.

He looked at me with crazed eyes brimming with tears as he said, ‘what am I going to do Sarah? My parents hate me. They hate me they hate me they hate me they-'

I stopped him with a ‘shush’, pulling him into my chest once again.

* * * 

I woke up later with Marco on my chest, breathing heavily in and out. His hands were clasped round me, his hands fists as he clung to my shirt. Dad walked in, evidently home from work, and gave me a cup of tea.

‘Sarah, I think it’s time we sort this out. Your mother and I have been talking and we are happy to have Marco live with us. I don’t know how we will sort it out with his parents but he just can’t go on living in that house again. He doesn’t fit in there, in that horrible family. Your friendship with him is all he has Sarah.'

* * * 

Marco woke up a few hours later, bones cracking as he hauled himself up from the couch with his skinny arms. HIs face is blotchy with tears as he makes his way into the kitchen.

‘Listen Marco. I’ve been having a chat with Sandra and we’d like to have you live here if that’s alright with you,’ proposed dad. 

Marco’s eyes lit up so much I thought he was five years old. It only took a few seconds for that smile to move into a concerned frown.

‘But, my parents…they’d never let me leave. I-'

‘Marco they just dropped your stuff round.'

I could tell Marco was shocked by the confused expression written all over his face. Not just confusion, but hurt and relief all at the same time. Marco had been trying to tell himself that his parents did love him after all and that their anger was just love - but now he knew it wasn’t true.

‘Wow.’ was all he could muster with a sigh.

I smiled at him, letting him know it would all be alright. After looking at me with a confused and sad expression, his face softened. A relieved smile stared back at me. 

‘Thank you,’ he said, with such softness. His voice was chocolatey as he said those words - it was one of the only times I’d heard him be truly genuine. 

‘I’m going to go and have a sleep if that’s alright,” muttered Marco, heading to my bedroom as my dad nodded in approval. I mouthed a silent thank you to dad and sat on the couch to relax.

Let me tell you a little bit about Marco. Ever since he was little, Marco rejected everything his parents expected of him. Sure, he wanted to impress and make them proud, but their idea of success wasn’t the same as his. He’s a creative person, far removed from the intellectual businessmen that make up his family - except for his uncle. He’d had learning difficulties his whole schooling life and couldn’t grasp basic concepts. As a result he became very hard on himself, introverted and anxious. We’d met in a detention class, two misfits just trying to survive at school. He told me in confidence once we’d met up a few times, that he’d never really had a friend before. 

* * * 

The next morning Marco walked slowly into the kitchen. 

‘Morning,’ I cheerfully called to him as I stirred my cereal.

He looked about four years old when he rubbed his eyes like a baby bear. He was looking so adorable in his pinstripe pyjamas and tired wrinkles around his eyes. He made his way over to me and embraced me fully. I could smell the clean cotton scent of his pyjamas and buried myself into his auburn hair.

'Tranks,’ he whispered. (It means thank you in the secret language we’d invented.)

‘You’re welcome,’ I replied.