textile > texting

I hate my cellphone. Not because it's a brick that could just as well be a dumb-bell, but because it exists. Walking around campus, my eyes never meet eyes anymore because every single face is focused -- enthralled, really-- with it's phone. It's plastic, non-human, incapable of knowing emotion phone. However, what I hate about cell phones and the incessant urge to text, I make up for in my love for textiles. Join me in watching the story unfold as Melbourne artist/designer Beci Orpin transforms funky fabrics into the most exciting clothing.

please and thank you, I'll take all of them.

Images courtesy of Banana meet cute

la gitana

This morning I woke up ( after an eight hour wrestle with insomnia ) wanting nothing more than to just disappear. How irresponsible and shameful would it be to cut all ties, load some bangles onto my wrists and head nowhere fast? They'd call me a gypsy, and they'd wish their routes were unchartered and their lives unmapped, like mine.

... an exquisitely sexy and glamourous gypsy, nonetheless.... should get me far. first stop: sur america.

esa es la realidad: vivir en tonos azules. añoro por ti, argentina.

Images courtesy of: 4th and Bleeker and So much to tell you

Spring Fever

Making a public promise may have possibly been the best way for me to hold true to a commitment this Lenten season. Though it is really only burning a whole in my wallet and my disposable time, I have been whole-heartedly dedicated to eco-friendly fashion for a whopping day and a half. Someone alert the media. Eco-friendly designer, erin kleinberg, is a toronto based green-glamour-guru. If these patterns and flowing fabrics don't catapult you into a new spring fling, then I don't know what will.

Also, I'm digging the perpetual bed head. Too cute.

And for a not so eco-friendly, but equally drool-worthy serving of fashion eye candy, meet designers clea garrick and nathan price, the creators behind australian fashion label limedrop.

Images courtesy of: butter and brass

Mardi Gras, Salty Gras.

As Fat Tuesday comes to an end, I'm left with a full belly to reflect on which poison I should toss aside for the next forty days. It's usually meat, with a side of chocolate that I ban from my diet, but this year I am trying something a little unorthodox. Instead of depriving my muscle rejuvenation processes through deficient protein intake, and my large-and-in-charge sweet tooth, I am going to leave my food consumption style unchanged and adopt new lifestyle mantras. 1. Never beat myself up. Over anything. Positivity is Key.

2. Support my clothing obsession with more  sustainable fashion.

3. Live now, and live in color.

So, these may seem, to the untrained eye, to be too new year's resolution-esqe, but I truly believe Lent is about bettering yourself. Steps 1-3 can do that for me. Abandoning the poultry aisle in Trader Joes... not so much.

May I introduce you to the first step toward following mantra 2 and 3: Salty Phillip. They aim to banish the idea that eco is dull, and by the looks of it - they're hitting the target.

40 days? Child's play.

Images courtesy of Salty Phillip