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Saturday, 17 March 2018

RYDER Label 'AW18 Showing | Among The Gumtrees | VAMFF

R Y D E R label /  The 'AW18 Report.


// antipasto boards long enough to catwalk down via @iamboard_melbourne

FROCKS // A muted palette of mustards, baby blue and tamed cranberries mingled with denim outerwear and corduroy made-loveable-again. The runway was more plausible and made-to-wear than some of its onsite VAMFF counterparts, serving up everyday garments that ooze with a no-muss, no-fuss coolness. As usual, Ryder championed the skill of dressing with understated elegance. 

SLAP // Sheer, incandescent bases swathed the models, conjuring up a lived-in beauty. Natural was the order, with 'no-makeup' makeup seen executed to angelic standards through pearlescent cheekbone highlights. 

// A beehive of Melbourne's fashion pollinators and groundbreakers, spilling from the white-cast showroom exterior. Bubbly, rosé, and gin & tonics revved up the post-viewing conversation and clamour. 
// The industrial laneway became a backdrop for impromptu street style photography, with covetable ensembles hot-off-the-pavement at VAMFF HQ demanding double-takes at every turn.  


Sunday, 3 December 2017

Smashing Sorrento smashes avo and all of your cravings

Here's a wild thought. You're sitting like a pea in a plush, sun-doused pod on Sorrento's bustling esplanade. Despite the hoards of summer-goers streaming past, you're oblivious to the afternoon Mubble gelato rush. It's golden hour, with the swelter swiftly melting the ice in your chilled latte. Bailey Nelson's are shielding your gaze. You people watch and menu peruse until coming to the well-calculated conclusion that it will take the following week to efficiently trial the range of platescapes on offer. 

Ah, just when you thought we were canvassing heaven, all of this and more is just an assertive group text away from reality. 'Get in losers, we're going brunching'. Welcome to Smashing Sorrento


MUSHROOM MEDLEY 18 oven roasted mushrooms on toasted multigrain beetroot hommus, toasted pine nuts & thyme (w/ poached egg if you're in need of a protein hit).  

They say Rome wasn't built in a day, but the pace at which this epic dish was delivered to the table leaves room for debate. This mega-serving of juicy mushies is a bona fide hangover helper, complete with a bed of beetroot goodness. It'll have you questioning how socially unacceptable it would be to pull a crockery-lick when no one's watching. 

Like any brunching haven, Smashing has a menu to pore over. From smoothies and caffeine to buns and bircher, your eyes will prove most definitely larger than your tummy. Wooooops. Food coma? Grin and bear it.

Whether you're all about a strictly Bondi Sands kinda glow, or have the tanning oil at the ready for an arvo bronzing sesh, there are a mix of both outdoor and indoor seating arrangements to slink between. The aforementioned pod is one that will prompt the channeling of your inner seagull as you seek to claim it for your clan. Once free, flock like there's a bag of hot chippies inside. Once secured, kick back, relax and recline like a veritable queen for an hour or ten. 


BIRCHER MUESLI green tea & apple bircher, berry coulis coconut yoghurt & fresh fruit 

If you're hell-bent on a fresher feed, this muesli is your new muse. You had me at coyo. Chuck an Insta story of this one up and please both your 'gram and your gut. 

After you've terminated the feasting sesh, grab some SPF, a glossy mag and inevitably sing that one line of that one Nicki Minaj track. It's time to hit the beach running. Blairgowrie rock jump, anyone? 

| SMASHING SORRENTO is located at 119-125 Ocean Beach Road, Sorrento, Victoria, Australia |

See you next Sunday morn after one-too-many mojitos on Saturday night. You're that predictable...


Friday, 28 July 2017

Doing Brunch Right, at Left Field

Whilst the name suggests otherwise, Left Field will satisfy your brunch cravings in all the right ways. 

With timber tabletops and slate grey ceramics hosting a heckload of delicious spreads, you'll be digging your winter boots firmly into the ground and refusing to pack up camp for as long as your to-do list allows.

Basking under the cosy radiation of an outdoor heater and pulling a complementary blanket (YUP. Entirety of Melbourne's café cohort please take note) over myself meant that I was as snug and smug as one of those Cookies n Cream Donut Sliders of theirs in a rug. 

Whilst that donut dish seems to be the penultimate pick amidst bloggers and brunchers alike, I've since trialled both the pea mash stack and a hearty bircher muesli to see if the hype extended beyond Oreo gravel. Can confirm, it sure does. 

Both of these decadently plated options will put your oinking at bay and sit oh-so harmoniously alongside a strong cappuccino. Pro Tip: A Cup O' Joe will combat the almost inevitable food coma before it can effectively immobilise you.

With incredible street cred bolstering its popularity, I'm not surprised to have observed just how rapidly this gem on a Carnegie corner has risen to social media fame. 

It's swiftly become a fool-proof favourite of mine for catch-ups and meetings, promising quality food and excellent service. My wallet is telling me no, but my tastebuds are telling me to book a 10am for tomorrow morning. 

Left Field is waiting patiently for you at 358 Koornang Rd, Carnegie VIC 3163. Good luck keeping me away. 


Sunday, 9 July 2017

G is for Glossier

I successfully smuggled Glossier across the Australian border. Hooray!

Lusting over Glossier-centric hauls, Insta stories, billboard snaps and model-lead tutorials is something that I'm sure a lot of us are guilty of down under - and many parts of the world for that matter. That's why I hired a personal Glossier mule to turn a very reigned-in wish list into a glorious, glossy reality. (Thank you Dom for your enthusiasm in and commitment to this greedy little cause of mine. Oh, and for transporting that pink bubblewrap bag halfway across the world for me. You're a gem.)

Glossier skincare and makeup has taken the beauty world by absolute storm in its outrageously aesthetic packaging and streamlined array of minimalistic offerings. Their Instagram is one to follow for a general amazing time. FACT: If you've made it on that page, you are certifiably and effortlessly cool.

From cheek stains to jelly cleansers and luminous highlighting sticks, the brand has served up a feast of products to swatch and sample in a meticulous, pastel haven that is the Lafayette Street showroom in New York. Next time you're biting the Big Apple, take a detour to roam around this lipstick-filled loft.

O N   M Y  L I S T:

- Boy Brow in Brown
- Generation G Lipstick in Cake
- Stretch Concealer in Light
- Cloud Paint in Beam

T H E  R E P O R T  T H U S  F A R

Boy Brow has speedily become a staple in my everyday slapdash of a routine. This tinted brow gel tames and colours whilst locking in a shape that holds from 9-5. I am not surprised whatsoever to love this lazy prod. It's so, so teeny-tiny that I am already having a paranoiac episode RE it running out. Who is going to America soon? *Nervous laugh*

Generation G is extremely sheer and your-lips-but-better ish. If you're all about a mild tint with moisture then Bob's your uncle.

Stretch concealer is an ultra-creamy pot of gold that I am getting very used to smearing on my under-eye bags in pursuit of deceiving coworkers, friends and strangers into believing that I slept 8hrs the prior night. Yet to conduct a survey but I'm telling myself that it's working. More to come on this one.

Cloud paint is a major YES. Beam is that lush, peachy orange colour that makes my heart flutter every time I squeeze a bit on my cheeks. Whilst I love to admire my blushes sitting pretty in a makeup drawer, I rarely stay loyal to using one every day and tend to be more biased to a good bronzer. After applying this one the other day, I'm feeling as if I've finally found a soulmate of a blush. The liquid formula boasts dewiness and sheen whilst the colour adds a perfect, tangerine flush to an otherwise dull cheekbone.

In conclusion, customs are going to have fight me if I ever personally make it over to that concrete jungle with a credit card.

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Combi Melbourne

Today's Tuesday morning was spliced with Love Island binging and bircher muesli scoffing, both activities proving equally as juicy and enthralling. Catching up with a friend from uni was in order, and we decided to meet halfway at one of Melbourne's most renowned brunch spots (one that I ashamedly had never visited prior to this) for some face-stuffing and a general chitchat. 

Combi is nestled in the trendy heart of Elwood, squeezed between the myriad shops and cafés lining Ormond Road. Whilst its humble, almost shack-like exterior doesn't scream 'INSTA ME', there was not a seat untethered inside. The amount of Melburnians streaming out from its interior made me do a confused double take to reconsider my spatial relations à la that Mary Poppins' bag scene. 

Opting for the one free seat outside, I swiftly came to understand how much of a local fave and esteemed coffee pitstop Combi is. 

The cabinets inside are adorned with jewels of raw cakes and creations sure to make anyone (not just vegans and health-junkies) drool. Whilst Combi has a central focus on healthy, organic and all-round 'good stuff', its menu stands as the firm antidote to your sweet tooth. 

A whopping four black and white pages see a host of vibrant brekkie and lunch offerings, as well as the most lavish smoothie concoctions EVER. With that many flavours printed on the menu and my serious case of indecision, I may as well have just flipped a coin to quit um-ing and ah-ing.

My bircher muesli and cacao smoothie looked BE-yootiful, but I must admit they were awfully deceptive in terms of how full I was about to become. Midway through my feast-of-a-plate and a mere few sips into that chocolatey dream-of-a-drink, motor skills were beginning to slow. I was SO unbelievably stuffed that I had to admit defeat and leave a trail of muesli behind me as we emerged from our little sun-enveloped table. 

Cannot wait to morph into a human vacuum at Combi Byron Bay (their second, much larger and pastel-ier installation) in a week or so. Take me to the warmth and the pancakes.  

Saturday, 10 June 2017

On The Rocks, Please

Normally when I utter the phrase 'the rocks', it is proceeded by the request of a translucent alcoholic beverage and followed up with a disoriented scramble for a $10 note under the dim lighting of a neon bar sign.

Just kidding, I'm not a 55 year old male and therefore have never uttered that phrase publicly unless in serious jest.

Today is a rarity in which those two words are not synonymous with ice cubes.

Mornington /  The Rocks.

Blue-washed beach shack exteriors are adorned with prop-like seagulls, perched on crisp white trimmings to create a seaside aesthetic that screeeams Brighton, England.

This charming restaurant overlooks an overwhelming sheet of blue, festooned with quaintly-named boats and a splintered pier that props a trail of hopeful fishermen in the pursuit of their afternoon catch.

The open panes of glass create a lofty, breezy feel whilst ensuring that you are in VIP seats to carry out the all-important task of people-watching - one which I attend with more seriousness than my entire semester of university assignments combined.  

There is so much blue and white present in this little microcosm of Mornington that you might just start singing that one absolute gem of an Eiffel 65 song whilst strategising your nautical nod of an Insta.

I momentarily forgot it was Winter today until I mustered an order of a regular cappuccino instead of my signature iced latte.

I hope that by now you have googled Eiffel 65 and the penny has dropped. Enjoy having that play on a constant loop in your head for the next 24 hours. You are welcome.

P.S. Happy birthday to the Queen!!! What a babe! If it wasn't for that stylish lady, we wouldn't be out galavanting on our Saturdays and bypassing all errands/work/washing till the Sunday/Monday extension arrives.

Who am I kidding, I refuse to do anything until Tuesday dawns.

Have a good menu-scroll and a general stickybeak of The Rocks here. Happy dining.

Sunday, 28 May 2017

The Month That Was

 /  May. 

As the Kardashians gathered at a glorious Costa Rican spread in the recent instalment of KUWTK, each family member shared a 'pit' and a 'peak' of the feud-filled family holiday. I'd say my May went a similar way. From slothing it in the depths of the new Tonsillitis Recovery Unit (my bed) of my private ward (my home), to the launches of Melbourne's hottest new eateries, it's been a month of a whole lot of peaking and a respective amount of pit-ing. Call me a Kardashian, but I think I've got the hang of this dinner table tradition.

Sunday, 14 May 2017

TDE / The Daily Edited loot

If you're exceptionally good at losing your belongings or just yearn for the days when your mother would iron personalised labels onto your jumpers, this one's for you.

A well-seasoned cameo star on almost every Insta feed, I'm sure The Daily Edited are in no need of an introduction.

These monogram maniacs essentially emboss a variety of their leather goods with your very own initials, name, dog's name, or any combination of letters that your heart desires.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Strawberry Picking

 /  Sunny Ridge Strawberry Farm

My Nana always used to sprinkle sugar on a bowl of strawberries. It was her dessert specialty. A snack that if you're good enough at self-deception, you can claim to be healthy. I eventually got into the habit of only eating strawberries doused in sucrose or sitting snug next to a heap of ice cream. If only I'd visited a strawberry farm sooner. Fresh off the vine, these strawbs taste better than any sugary-smothered diabetes-provoking dessert I have ever conjured. Sorry Nan.

Monday, 17 April 2017

A Day On the Vineyards

It's easy to get so caught up in the clamour and commotion of Melbourne city life that we forget what lies behind it all. Although it feels a little foreign at first being somewhere that isn't within a 10km radius of a particular set of golden arches, getting 'away' from the hustle can be exactly what the doctor ordered. That is, especially when hills are plentiful and you have eaten 82 too many easter eggs over the past few days. Flats at the ready.

Friday, 7 April 2017

The DKNY Cross Body that Stole my Heart

I've found the one. He's tall, dark and handsome. Absolutely strapping. 10/10 would throw over my shoulder.

I don't know what it is about handbags that can make sensible people have disastrous lapses in self control. This happened to me just the other day when I was strolling through the MYER accessories section on the hunt for some earrings. EARRINGS, dammit. However, in true Me fashion, I failed to enter the shopping centre and come out the other side with something that I actually intended to purchase.

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Smashbox Photofinish Foundation Primer Light

"An award-winning oil-free primer that controls the look of shine and oil whilst extending the wear of your makeup. The revolutionary formula is infused with a blend of vitamins, peptides and antioxidants to absorb oil and mattify skin, whilst light diffusers minimise the appearance of imperfections." 

Is it a crime not to prime?

According to beauty extraordinaire, Napoleon Perdis, skipping the step of primer is akin to felony. If that's the case, I should have been locked up years ago. I'm not entirely sure if it's plain old laziness or a genuine disbelief in the results of priming. Maybe I just enjoy living life on the edge. Call me a fugitive, because I've been evading primer for as long as I can remember. 

Saturday, 25 February 2017

An Ode to Zoë Foster Blake | Amazinger Face

Ever scrunched your face up when trying to follow a smokey eye tutorial? Or maybe you've reached for a $3 packet of SmartSkin makeup remover wipes in lieu of a skincare routine?

Does the idea of a regimented production line of creams going on your face every morning and night make your head a little achey? 

Do you wear SPF in Winter?

What in the hell does 'spoolie' mean? 

HOW ON EARTH does one master the oxymoronic notion of a 'No Makeup, Makeup Look'?!

Phewph. Through the talisman of her peachy Beauty Bible, Amazinger Face, Zoë Foster Blake is here to help. I've had a pretty hefty and unapologetic Girl Crush on Zoë for a number of years now, and still remember devouring the OG Amazing Face on a Summer staycay devoid of wifi or television. I sat on the couch with that veritable beauty encyclopedia and a tub of ice cream. Within a wickedly funny sentence or two, I was besotted with this woman and how she made the hard and boring stuff (like sun protection and skin types) sound so fun and simple. What I lost in cardio fitness over those few days, I gained in juicy, honest, real-life advice. It felt like the most exclusive yet relatable insight into the minds of the beauty biz's elite. 

Sunday, 5 February 2017

The Crème de la Crème

"This is your cream dream-team reporting for duty."

Today we're talking creamy, dreamy cosmetics. A handful of the crème de la crème (otherwise known as the cream of the crop for those non-baguette-speeking duffers) are pictured in all of their sheeny glory above. Unlike powder products, anything with a cream texture will add some plumpness, dimension and va va voom to otherwise flat-looking skin. When you generally just can't be arsed with a windscreen wiper motion or are running hideously late to that monday morning meeting, it's time to call on these happy pots of goodness. This is your cream dream-team reporting for duty.

Saturday, 28 January 2017

A January Roundup

January. With it comes this intangible air of revival and rejuvenation. Not really in the trite 'new year, new you' sense, but more or less in this unanimous deep sigh that every holidayer releases as they dig out their deckchairs and daiquiris. What's more, the social calendar is bursting at the seems with summery staycations and sun-soaked events. It's been gruelling on the economic front. Just about every cent has been pried off me (see, this implies that it was against my own will - aka a really good way at disassociating yourself from all blame) by ridiculously good looking bartenders and ridiculously bad looking bouncers. Naturally, I'd join you in thinking 'how dare they!', but I've decided to deem January a 4-week-long free pass before the reality of the year ahead really kicks in.
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