Sunday Best

Nails & Print

Post.ed...best free magazine in the Melbourne World

Day Dreaming about the sun

Ashley's TOPSHOP Printed Jeans...are HAWT

It's a serious business catching the tram!

What happens when someone else uses my Nik(on)...it's blurry

My beauty Ashley and her almighty fur on Brunswick Street, Melbourne

I now love Mondays as much as Sunday’s….well almost. It’s my new added day of freedom!, where me & my camera boy can explore and wander around the city, reading magazines and indulging in a big bit of window shopping!

This Monday me and my baby nikon had a lunch buddy…my beauty Ashley. She drank coffee, I drank tea and we munched on some yummy, yummy Pizza down Brunswick Street.

Happy Monday’s.

Word

Sunday Best

Melbourne's Finest

My beau got some good face

Sunday Funday

I love Sundays....Like big styles love Sunday. Not only is it my ONLY day off but its the day me and Clarky boy go lazy exploring the old Melba city (Thats Melbourne to you norms).
We went to the beautiful Thousand Pund Bend for lunch and a big pot of tea. Its a beautiful bustling little cafe tucked away in the heart of the city with a large naturally lit gallery and events space homed to a lovely little craft fair on this particular day of rest. After we went a wander through the city on to Federation Square where we found a beautiful little outdoor exhibition. 


Bon, Bon Jour. 

Queen's Birthday Wonder

Skull Cropped Tee, TOPSHOP

John Lennon's, TOPSHOP

Monday felt like Sunday...and Sunday's are my favourite. It's me beau & I's explore Melbourne day. But since Monday was in fact...Monday my beau was away being a busy boy and I was left to my own devices. There's only one thing for it! A day wandering the city, hiding in a cosy corner in Mag Nation hidden by a mountain of magazines, sipping hot chocolates and taking pictures of general handsome crap. So here's my crap. Me, myself and my John Lennon Specs. 

Love

Winter Woolies

Red Pom Pom Hat, Leonard Street - Grey Chunky Beanie TOPSHOP

It's that disgusting time of your again...you know the one I HATE more than all evil (if you don't know you do). My lips are dry, my hair is dry, my bloody entire existence is dry. I'm naturally a cold person, whenever I shake the hand of a sweet little oldie, it is always followed by 'Cold hands, warm heart' (Totally True btw) tagline. Cute buggers. I blame my mother, heating on 24/7 even in summer, our guests were always panting out the kitchen window!

So I need to wrap me in the most ridiculous amounts of layers to even feel the slightest bit of heat in this crappy Melbourne weather. Im a summer child T.I.D...

WOHA...I got me some hats and my head is nice and cosy and snug (even though I have hat hair).

Now all I need is a fur onesie and a pair of mittens.