And I’m staring at this mouldy ceiling, wondering whether any story will start outside of the room. The paint was ripping and the dust was settling in but you found art in all of the flaws, made meaning from all of its brokenness. I wonder whether that was why you saw something in me, because when you found me, you saw how I could be put together. 

Maybe that was why I kept you near. Maybe that was why when time came, you didn’t leave like Winter but you left like a spring. 


Spring’s silhouette



Black is one of my favourite colours to wear and it’s no different in Spring.

I know Spring tends to scream for colours and florals but I personally prefer to be more subtle when announcing the arrival of my favourite month. This outfit is something I’d definitely wear during this transitional period into the warmer months. It’s simple, minimal and ever so quietly glamorous.

This oversized sweater is all about the sheer paneling along the sleeves. It’s thin, sturdy but still loose enough to combat the warmer weather with lots of breathing room inside.

Having jewellry gives the illusion that the outfit is less wide than it is because it gives you a strong focal point. This look would also work with more delicate or lengthier pieces to give your outfit more depth.

Lastly, these cobalt blue wedges are my pop of colour, serving as my only hint at the arrival of the new season.

And there you have it. A semi luxe-glam outfit I’d wear during Spring.

In my opinion, there are no rules to fashion. Wear whatever you want to outwardly express yourself on any particular day. This is no dictation on how to style, just my personal taste but hopefully it gives you some inspiration to create.


Sweater Envym – Necklace Forever New – Shoes Wayne Cooper



Kyoto diaries

Personal, Travel

The one thing that really strikes you about Kyoto is how remnants of the past are alive in modern day; the ancient-looking shrines found almost as easily as the more juxtaposing vending machines, the wooden carvings of names and businesses scratched and inked with kanji, to the trees that are shades of the most beautiful and seductive reds. There is an underlying sense of wonder and mystery awaiting to be unravelled and a strong feeling of the wise that obviously comes with a city ripe with age and tradition.


On a particularly sunny day in Kyoto, we decided to visit a store that rented kimonos. After about an hour of deliberation we finally decided upon all the elements of our outfit and were ushered upstairs where we were tended to by dressers and hair stylists. In the end, we liked the kimonos so much that we wore them consecutively for two days, transporting ourselves momentarily into the world of geisha beauty and fashion (mind you basic transformations but definitely tourist-approved). The colored fabrics noticeably fleck the city of grey-coated and black-suited locals but hundreds of young men and women like us can be seen walking in these floral fabrics, thankfully without judging stares.



Shuffling in small steps with ‘two-toed’ socks and ‘geta’ (clogs), we reached Kiyomizu-dera, one of the most breathtaking shrines in Kyoto. The journey up the steep hill whereupon it was located, held traces of savoury delights, matcha tea and takoyaki from the street vendors; visually, it was a noisy picture saturated with bright reds, warmly lit lanterns and masses of people


Once we stepped foot inside the gates of the temple, we were mistaken quite a number of times as true geisha. We embarrassingly revealed that we were Australian and you could feel their sense of wonder diminish into what was a laughably ironic situation. We parted feeling like sad cosplayers 😛

As nightfall slowly darkened the temple grounds, golden lights began to light up one by one and it felt like the spirits came alive. We hiked up some more stone steps and found ourselves standing in front of a shop that told love fortunes. As soon as we saw this, our interests piqued and we lined up behind other curious boys and girls to receive a small paper parcel.


Among the three of us, two had good fortunes and one had barely good fortune (if you followed my snapchat you’ll know who was told that ‘he wouldn’t come’). Funnily enough, we visited another shrine later on in our trip and we found that both places foretold the same, blunt precautions. For me, more than anything, these fortunes have made me come to terms with needing to be independent and it’s put a sorely hopeful mind at rest. What was once a myriad of hypotheticals ignited by loneliness, lies an acceptance that things will not change and that I’m better off on my own for now- I mean the gods have spoken! As with tradition, we tied up our paper fortunes to the metal rods which symbolises for good fortunes to multiply or bad fortunes to stay behind without traveling with you.

Undressing the kimonos that night truly made us realise the intricacy and detail required to properly don these silky robes. After noting the processes in order to put them on ourselves the next day, we followed the evening with a movie, watching a very fitting Memoirs of a Geisha into the early morning. It’s safe to say that my love is now fixated on Japanese culture and way of life. I am changed.

xoxo Paula