In pursuit of my style

Till this very day, I believe the way I have been dressing has been dramatically toned down and not reflective of my individual self. But the thing about my style is that I don't have a set style that I adhere to. Sometimes I feel like dressing up like a girl immersed in black dye and other times, I feel rather preppy with an inclination towards laid back basics. See? I oscillate between these two polarities but I usually dress according to the basics. But I love black so bloody much - cue Rick Owens and Yohji Yamamoto.

Charlie Brown

I have been obsessed with this song ever since I heard it for the first time ever via the Splendour live stream. And it's utterly one of the most beautiful songs I have heard in a long long time.

Anyway, I'm not sure what I am going to make of this blog. Perhaps it'll just simply be my occasional musings or perhaps an outlet for my materialistic wants. That being said, I bought the most prettiest brocade shorts from Cue yesterday... So pretty.

in the first of light

photo from here

As a city girl, I can't wait until I flee someday. There's an intriguing paradox that I live right now in the sense that at any moment in time, I can be ever so materialistic in my desires yet simultaneously live in the rural areas of Australia. My first real taste of the rural life was when I ventured up north to the Hunter Valley. Ha! I guess that can't be really considered rural in the widest sense but it was the furthest I've been in New South Wales. The land and people are so close knit, with busy highways sprawling to tiny offbeat roads that run its course along the the curvatures of the land and in the middle of it all, lie houses that are put up the people who feel the connection to their land.

It was in the middle of winter when we went to the heart of the Hunter, off Cessnock and to the west of Maitland. The fog was there when we first arrived in the late afternoon with its mist hanging over the potted flowers that were situated beside the walkway to the entrance of our home we'd be living in for 3 days. The air smelled different when we were there and the gravel roads were worn and dusty, as if this was truly somewhere separated from others. I had grown so used to Sydney with all its hustle and glory that seeing these small towns with their small populations stemmed an incredible interest within. Yet the most amazing of all were the clearest of skies and the sparkling stars that shone down late in the evening.  What I saw in the Hunter truly ignited a spark within. Maybe one day I'll be living rural.