International Lovin' (Non Pitbull version)

As Lucy Pevensie once said, TO NARNIA "TO OXFORDIA!"

A hop skip and a quick 23 hour flight later I farewelled my neighbouring traveller, a short, tubby, snoring 50 (that's being kind) year old man and groggily jumped off the plane at hea throw airport, hesitantly making my way to terminal 4. Terminal four was more than just TERMINAL FOUR (not really, it legally is just terminal 4), however in my eyes it was the pre determined meeting place for all Oxford summer school students of 2013. Yeah that's right Mrs Price (year 4 teacher) I made it to the big time. So much for, 'if you can't do time tables by this age you should worry for your future'.

Maths, who needs it?
My OP actually....
Maybe mrs price was right.
Dammit she wins again and I'm the one composing this text!
Ok I'm getting lost back to the inaugural first meet...

You'd assume one would dress in their finest apparel for such a milestone meeting in order to give the (false) impression that they are 'cool'. however oblivious to this thought I donned my finest RUST coloured school 'sweater' accompanied by possibly the most unflattering track suit pant's of all time.
NOTE: the use of the word trackies and jumper can result with a very confused and quite possibly, frightened foreigner. Thus, I warm you all to steer clear when explaining your outfit of choice to a TC Colombian.

(That is me on the far right, just before I changed into my stunning rust jumper.)

I was separated (quite literally, but that's another story) from the few Australians I had befriended on the flight over and led to bus B where I say next to an upper east sider boy who I will leave unnamed, who had "not only partied with Barrack Obamas daughter" but "been accepted into The most respectable acting school in NYC".

Time on bus: 1 hour
Sheep count due to boredom:13

 Well, um I won the spelling bee in grade four AND met the man who invited vegemite, So yeah might want to rethink your claim to fame statements Mr New York, if that even is your real name.

Time on bus: 2 hours
Sheep count due to boredom: 34

BUT WAIT, if your wondering when the discussion of what actually occurred during my time in Oxford will arise, you know considering this IS a blog post dedicated to the said town and all, it surprisingly arose when the boy and I eventually found our common demominator regarding interests of which we could bond over during this 3 hour bus ride through the countryside of England.

And that interest my friends, is the one, The only: our expectations of what was to occur.

Time on bus: 2.5 hours
Sheep count due to boredom: not applicable

We spoke about Expectations regarding shopping, making new friends, learning new things, exploring new world while we were both millions of kilometres, or in NYC boys mind- Miles, away from our real homes. And that, my fellow readers, is when the wheels halted from beneath us and further bringing our attention to the most magical town I had ever seen, Oxford. Furthermore, as I attempt to unsuccessfully avoid making a cliche statement, the expectations that had been discussed between myself and Mr NYC were not only met during the month, but In fact exceeded.

To be honest with you all, downsizing four weeks of memories into one blog post has Been excruciatingly difficult. I could easily say that learning journalism and business studies abroad and exploring a new city was the most valuable aspect of the trip, but that would unfortunately be a lie (don't get me wrong though, that was pretty FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC). However, what I truly treasure from my Oxford experience is simply the big family that was made up of my brothers and sisters from every corner of the world, effortlessly making those 4 weeks the best of my life.

Oxford Tradition Journalism Class 2013

My Puta Perra Zorras from Colombia

My weird and wonderful brothers and sisters in the Oxford Tradition Film making class of 2013

MURICA'

My Colombian and Greek Besties chilling on the quad

Apparently the college thought I wasn't worthy of a 25x25 pixel IMAGE

Romania VS Colombia&Australia in the Great Race after the 40 minute walk to get there.

Unfortunately 4 weeks was up, no more making it to class just on time, or random excursions to amazing locations (Broughton castle, BBC HQ, the city of London, etc) with our subject teachers, multiple Starbucks stops were a thing of the past , sneaking back to dorm after staying out past curfew was no longer an issue, no more endless discussions regarding the cultural difference between one another's background, no more exploring the cobble stone streets of Oxford in search of adventure, no more coffee shots in order to finish a last minute assignment. No more. (And to answer your question, YES, I've gone from happy to sad in less than 500 characters but I'm wrapping it up people!)

The painful process of saying goodbye soon occurred. Watching 500 teenagers come together to say goodbye and return to their own hometowns is a saddening sight. I don’t want to become too morose, so I’ll skim over the hours of crying and cuddling that went down. Let’s just say these relationships will last a while, believe me, I can prove it. I mean We even created a Google doc to compile contact information via FACEBOOK (for all you grandmas that's a certain type of social media). Now If that's not commitment I don't know what is!

I may have begun as the girl with no friends on Bus B in a rust coloured jumper with a weird accent and a lack of international popstar relations with.... Do I really have to go on? but I'd depart with friends from around the world and knowledge I had not previously possessed (commandments to my teachers in particular). I am unable to recommend the Oxford tradition experience to its full worth to anyone, as one has to experience it themselves to truly comprehend its impact.

And although this has been a rather nostalgic and depressing post, "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard". (Winnie the Pooh, 1995)

"A picture paints a thousand words, but a memory writes a whole novel." - Yours Truly

HOMERUN

It's pretty clear that caps, whether they be leather or plain sport ones, are a huge HIT in the ballpark this season. This works out well for us in Australia considering its summertime and the weather is only going to get more intense from here on out. For some awesome leather caps (at cheap prices- of course) we advise you to pop into your local BARDOT store.

Cara Delevingne Heads to Miami for Reserved's Spring 2013 Campaign -... / Cara Delevingne FASHION / Arrow

Oscars, I think my invite got lost in the mail

Hola signoritas, signores and mum

So today I woke up and had some bread (and butter as a condiment if your curious) and I thought 'what is the meaning of life' but then I shifted my attention towards the TV set and realized something more important than my own life... The lives of the Rich and Famous AKA the Oscars.

I'm sure we've all heard about the biggest blunders of the night aka ma main gurl J.Lawrence graciously face-planting to the harsh satirized attack towards 10 year old Quvenzhané Wallis (And YES I did have to Google 'Name of girl who holds dog purse to Oscars') . However when I began to watch my dose of the Oscar's on E!, I was asked by the ever so kind host, 'Catherine what's YOUR favorite outfit of the night' , as I looked out the window into the moonlight crying silently it got me thinking (which doesn't occur to often).. what was my stand-out outfit of the night?

 And the winner for Best use of Sequins goes to these fine ladies:

Whereas Plain as a biscuit but classy as wine go to ma gurls shown below:

And we ask you other than the obvious up roar in sequins seen this season what's YOUR favorite look from the Oscars? 

Welcome to Illyria

Take a look below. Soak it in. Now look back here because I have shit to say. This wonderfully candid, joyful, put-on-facebook-without-permission photograph was resurrected from past FB albums a few days ago and has set us in quite a nostalgic mood. That photo is Catherine on top of the Rockefeller building in ye olde NYC, a place we have both been and aim to go back to one day, no matter what the police say!

Now as you are asking what the point of this post is, we are also asking ourselves what the point of this blog in its entirety is. Man Repeller, Chiara Ferragni, Hanneli Mustaparta... they must have started somewhere, right? Maybe not from quite the depths of nowhere-dom as much as us but quite frankly, their success is the goal. 

While these seasoned internet trekkers have each their own personal sartorial values and missions, we're still figuring ours out. 

So come along, enjoy the ride, look at some clothes, discover some stuff, buy some stuff, ask some questions, -heck- be INSPIRED, and most of all, read our blog.

Adios bitches.

The 8th Plaid

Want to know what's cool? Sure some would say ice cold water? But want to know what's cooler,well dare we say it, Girl-Hunting itself! Just Kidding, well to be honest not really we are pretty damn cool. Enough with the Jokes, the answer to what is cool is actually us.

Someone call the police as were tickling your funny bone.. AGAIN! Some say we should become comedians but we all know that isn't fair on the business as the second we start joking around on stage all other comedians will become broke, hell they'll probably spend their last dollars on coming to see our shows!.. Crickets and Tumbleweed.. Moving on then.

But back to business, because we have assembled here today to discuss the old yet appealing Plaid pattern. So I'm browsing the web having a gay ol' time when all of a sudden I stumble over this postcard,

And that's when I realized FARAH knew what they were doing from the beginning and as I think about it further I have an inkling that Ton Ton (appointed name to boy model) was in on the plan too.. they just knew that plaid would indubitably become one future generation’s secret to good fortune... just look at that smug little smile...humph. 

Plaid has been around for generations but if your not comfortable with the vest on pants look (-no disrespect to Ton Ton, gotta love his enthusiasm) follow my lead, which I have followed from the little voice in my head.

OVER SIZED Men Short Sleeved Plaid Print Shirts, or as we call them by the popular acronym, OMSSPPS are back!

It's revolutionary, it goes with everything from skinny to bell-bottom jeans, skirts, denim pants and for the daring silk shorts :O please don't tell mother we said that!

And that's not all folks, because of the short sleeves it's safe to say that this little ensemble can be paired with blazers, jackets basically all outwear... SAY WHAT!

I just said it, jeese who is this chick? ^

This particular shirt is by Jerseys, however plaid t-shirts can basically be found in any GOOD department stores (yeah the 'GOOD' is in capital to make all you department stores without plaid guilty!)

Comment below on how you would dress this lil plaid piece.

C'mon, do Ton Ton proud and you yourself might be reaching third base before you know it..... If at a lesbian bar.

Honey, I'm Home

The female tuxedo- Man Repelling or Subtly Sexy?
Answer: Man Repelling, and to that we say Hell Yes, 'get in the car losers were going shopping'.

Since Yves Saint Laurent created his 'Le Smoking' women's tuxedo back in 1966, the piece has no doubt morphed into one of the single most transformative pieces of women's wear and for A/W12, it made a serious comeback. 

"Throughout the shows in February there was a lot of talk about the clothes being like an armour, preparing women for the tough world out there right now and it's true."- At HQ (Our bedrooms) we discussed that the real reason for female tuxedos comeback relies on the fact that they look awesome and it's about time that us women get the chance to say 'Get in my pants'.







Lesson 101 on Female Suits. Gilded, structured or bed-sexy, the choices are at your chewed little fingertips.

What's more, when it's advocated by none other than our eternal girl crush, who could say no? No ruffles or ever-shortening hemlines for Hailee, just black silk with a perfect smattering of turquoise, sequins and red lips. And we think she pulled her look off better than anyone that night.

So, the closing question, does suiting with style give ladies a chance to express a whole new attitude of fashion through the precision of a male-originated get up? We say someone get RiRi because we drink to that, bitches. But, you decide squirts, we can't tell ya what to do.

Thoughts? Opinions? Musings? Tell us.

In Which We Delve Into The Depths Of The Mind Of The Designer

Oh a few days ago we came across a most wonderful thing: Moda Operandi, a virtual trunk show where you can drool and drab over the most wonderful designers and their creations, being proffered to those with enough dough to be one of the first in the world lay your hands on some couture treasures. Currently, Nicholas Kirkwood is one of the aforementioned featured designers.

Foot Feast #1                                    Foot Feast #2

But this is where shit gets metaphorical: we have used our fashionable intuition -fashuition, if you will- to precisely determine and reveal the above shoes inspirational medium:

Ta Da!! 

How about you? Ever feel like something couture is just a creative reproduction of the simplest and most street-standard inspiration? And doesn't that just make it even dreamier...

We will find you Nicholas Kirkwood, and we will kill you buy your shoes.