Kickin' it casual

Firstly, I would like to bow down to each and every fashion blogger out there, especially those of you who take your own photos for your outfit posts. I truly believe all of you have the grace and balance of ballerinas with incredible core muscles who attend bikram yoga classes on the weekend.

How you manage to take stylish photos stealthily and effortlessly is both baffling to completely unfair to me. You are also most likely incredibly neat and tidy or are very good at hiding it - this in itself deserves a medal.

Attempting to keep up with the times I thought I'd give a timer shot a go, which, in hindsight was probably not the best idea considering the amount of hazardous wires that were on the ground (Good going, S).

This resulted in numerous shots that resembled the following photo (and a couple of stumped toes):

Others shots were just pictures of my disturbing derriere - no one needs to see those.

I would like to formally apologise for the slight slant in the photo, the loaf of bread my camera was sitting on wasn't very cooperative. 

How do you people do it?! 

My apologies, but mirror-shots will have to suffice for now.

Melbourne's weather has been terribly indecisive lately (when is it not...) so this light silk top by Witchery has become a constant companion. It's hooded for when it drizzles, fully zippable (permission to add word to vocab, C?) for when the wind blows and oh so slouchy!

Top: Witchery / Bag: Vjstyle / Shoes: Topshop

Apart from the realising the amount of effort that goes into a single outfit post, I also learnt the following:

a) Running to catch the camera timer is perilous to ones health.
b) I have a complete lack of balance.
c) It ain't easy wiping sunblock off a mirror.


 Thank God for the crop tool.

Menswear-Inspired: Aztec Print Edition

Topshop men's button-up shirt, Witchery belt & trousers, Rubi shoes, Casio watch, Longchamp bag

I haven't slept a wink over 10 hours in the past two days. 

This is disturbing to me on a number of different levels because a) I need a lot of sleep to feel even remotely human, and b) a lack of sleep messes heavily with my outfit choices. 

Suddenly, I find myself gravitating towards baggy pants with stretchy waists (they must be reminiscent of pyjamas at any cost), and who cares what I toss on over that just as long as nobody can see my waistband is elastic. 

I suppose I'm just lucky I'm clocking in my work hours on an island, where nobody really cares what you're dressed in, just as long as you've put on clothes for the day. But on that note, it was nice of Past C to have decided to put me in a button-up shirt today, so thumbs up to her. 

... Man. It's amazing I can still sort of finish writing this post up without typos, but I trust Apple's pedantic need to correct everything you're typing. As long as there are no red, squiggly lines in sight, I'm totes going to hit the Publish button ... and here's hoping you will forgive me if I'm being incoherent.