Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts

Miu Miu of 2010

It seems almost pointless to covet a collection two years after it's release and when all skerricks of pieces online have long since gone, but Miu Miu and Prada have been releasing some of the best collections within the last few seasons and my favourite needs to be recognised. Fabulous fashion blogger, American teenager Tavi Gevinson has sported a few of their pieces, especially the Miu Miu silk shoes with sweet girly intuitive style such as the above photograph. Above is one of the sweeter combinations of vintage printed skirts and American Apparel lace socks worn with the iconic shoes. I myself had a lovely pair of cat silk shoes in a similar fashion, but alas they were too small and instead I sent them back to the online market to be re homed and find someone to wear them more than I did.

I adore seeing the candid photographs of fashion-hangers-on and models walking glamorous streets in amazing clothing such as these daisy Miu Miu silk pumps in tandem. While my legs may not be as glamorous and stick thin as a models, I would still love to see what they look like while wearing a good pair of Miu Miu shoes. It's sort of rare to see a pair of shoes that looks as good on their own as this collection did, but I think the little wall chart above of all the shoe designs proves my point rather nicely. I never imagined that something with such distinct structural shape and chunky heel would appeal to me in such a manner but the combination of 1960s flowers and Mary Jane shoes just seems so right.

Two years ago there was a wonderful array of knock-offs and copies abound in stores across all the common shopping centres. While I turned my nose up at them then and there was also a shortage of shoes in my size I wish I had been a little more persistent in my pursuits. The usual pallet of colours included variations among black, gold and baby pink but it's the wonderful and simplistic patterns that really impressed upon me the importance of design and simplistic collars and satin pumps.

I've managed to track down some leftover copy-cat Miu Miu shoes, including the high zipper boots pictured on the left in a glorious dark blue satin material and white daisy pattern. I'd prefer a size 40 to choose from and some of the reviews state the the sizes run small so I am a little skeptical, but at just $30 a pair plus postage I wonder if the gamble would be worth it. I had a precarious pair in size 36, a far stretch for my long feet but alas, they've run out of the favourable feline pumps. To further channel a hippie, moon-child vibe I can imagine them being brought to their full fashionable potential with a flowing, but sheer maxi skirt and a casual singlet top with a nonchalant and offensive slogan. That's one of my favourite combinations of clothes at the moment, it's a little hard to feel like you're working it going in to university everyday, the days splatter together and it all feels like a blur.

I have reserved opinions at best about wearing gold and yellow- it needs a certain skin colour to be able to pull it off as well as confidence but with this golden pair of swallow covered pumps I dare say a pale complexion would give them a heavenly glow. As well as the use of floral headbands and garlands amongst ghostly looking girls, I've seen a stunning semi-precious stone crown slung around the forehead from Opening Ceremony. Pair that with a translucent sheer white dress and some definitive pale pink undergarments and you have the making of a god walking amongst mere-mortals and forever trapped in a photograph.

There hasn't been as many mass-produced copies of detachable shirt collars in the stlye of Miu Miu butan armada of crafty and resourceful fashion bloggers at the height of the trend were determined to join the action and contribute their own styles and interpretation. I think my favourite of the collars is the naked lady, and yes, the original collar did have celebrated and pointed nipples on supple curves and marble-like complexion. With Winter fast encroaching on the Southern hemisphere realms of the world, I think detachable collars are a great piece to wear with a casual jumper for extra class and something provocative can give people something to talk about wherever you are.


Kitty Cat

I gave my mother a small fright when on the local news they were reporting the RSPCA in Brisbane were selling cats at 75% off due to overcrowding and each one chipped, desexed and up to date with their needles cost a mere $20.10. Too bad I don't live in that state and I'm not willing to fork out money for a plane ticket as well as many pet carriers and cab fare just to realise my dream of becoming a crazy cat lady. Despite having a boyfriend of nearly a year and a half I do have the inkling that I will be the type of person to abandon all human contact as soon as possible, when possible and I will only speak and sing with my cats and we'll have magnificent tea parties and dance around the room.

Just because I'm not allowed to have a cat myself doesn't mean I'm forbidden from liking cat related things, around my room you will find a money box made of wood in the shape of a cat (broken foot at the moment) who stores my spare change from America and soon I will receive a vintage cat watch with moving eyes as soon as repairs are done and the postal service gets back into swing after the long holiday break. With just a week between Christmas and New Year's, awaiting parcels can be very tedious and tiring as many companies close up.

 
My reasons for owning a cat would be described as at best, very shallow as I am most interested in their tendencies, playful nature and sleek furry bodies for the purpose of photography. Don't be alarmed, I'm not like those sickos who dress their pets in outfits and small sweaters for fun and in the name of 'fashion' but I do feel rather left out when looking at something I know I can snap myself given the chance. For example the purple light which bathes the above photograph can be achieved by placing a small square of plastic in front of the flash, and the contrast of the black fur of the cat held be a naked human torso only adds to its appeal.

This simple iPod encased in floral and on a blanket featuring a cat as part of the album work has given me a rather worrying idea. I propose to make a patchwork quilt of cat fabric. There's a lovely variety on eBay and in the past I have been taken to make a caterpillar based quilt inspired by the children's picture book, 'The Hungry, hungry Caterpillar' as well as a space themed quilt but I quite like this new idea of cats. The only problem is that I am rather slow when I hand stitch and not only am I without a sewing machine, there is simply no room in my house to fit one. Luckily, with bin night approaching I'll be able to commence cleaning my room once more and tidying.

Wishful thinking led me to ponder about the markings on a cat and I reached the verdict that if I ever saw a cat with black markings and a predominantly white body, I may be tempted to name it Mickie or Minnie after the famous cartoon couple. I can only imagine the shame I would bring to a cat if I named if after a mouse though- oh the irony.

Like this cat, in my youth I have settled down into a empty guitar case except I was pretending mine was a boat and I was off sailing the world. I wonder what my father thought of that when he tried to return his instrument to it's proper place of rest. It has been said that lifting a sleeping cat is a difficult task and even waking them can be quite tricky. Maybe it would be best just to take a photograph of a cat in such a pose. I've seen cats resting on top of car hoods to keep warm as well as sitting in sun beams, on top of the water closet of a toilet and a handful of other weird places. It reminds me of the kind of weird poses and ways I try to sleep and get comfy in during a hot Summer's night.

So, since I am unable to own a cat of my own I try and soothe and console myself with the fact I can create little toys in cat images from fabric, there's also paper mache and drawing things in their image and buying jewellery starring cats. I'm not sure how long the quilt fantasy will last since at the moment I am clearing my room for the purpose of finding a clean white wall as a backdrop for photography and actually orchestrating fashion photographs but with so many possibilities on the 2012 horizon, who knows what will happen. Or maybe my room will become messier and in a worse state than it ever was, but finger's crossed that isn't what happens. Not this year, not when I will actually have time to take off from studying and a little time to live and do things that make me happy.

Cat Power

Inspired by all the lovely Givenchy panthers from their 2011 collection I now want to share with the world some lovely pictures of cats to brighten up everyone's days and make them feel cheery. Although cats are perceived to be selfish, independent and uncaring towards their owner as well as callous killing machines, one can't help but feel gooey inside and saw 'aw' when seeing a cat's face magnified through a cliche and perfectly circular fish bowl. I love the way the fish seems to be right between the eyes of the magnified and reflect image of the cat, the composition of this photograph is all just very cute.

 
While I have been looking for vintage armchairs made of velvet on eBay to get cheap, I think I would be a lot happier with this large cat shaped beanbag that is certain to take up half my room, replace my bed and also be replaced with all my clothes to save on storage. By comparison it makes a normal human shrink like Alice when lying around with this large and faceless beast but imagine the comfort of lying in the sun streaming through the window while lying on it. I can imagine it now, a good book and slumped into a position that is sure to make any practicing chiropractor cry. That's what holidays are for.

This happy snap reminds me of the scene in 'Snow Dogs' in which the main character bites a dogs ear in an attempt to command respect. However, I would like to point out that this guy is holding the ear of his cat between his lips and not using his teeth, Therefore he isn't actually biting the little fluffy beast and isn't causing it any harm. I used to do this a lot with my rabbits, just because I could and they had long soft ears.

 
I don't know what kind of sick individual dresses a cat in a shirt but I do like their take on decor with this lovely furry deer. My friend had a similar kind of deer sitting in her front sitting room but they usually come in pairs and are facing each other. I guess someone moved on and now has a love for cats and not other deer.

 
While getting tattoos on your fingers will prevent you from getting a job as a teacher in Victoria Australia, it sure does look cool. My hero, musician and singer Dallas Green has the words 'True Love' on his fingers in red but I do love the 'Cats Meow' tattoo as well. Is it just my imagination, or do the letters look a little lop-sided compared to the next one? Since I'm a perfectionist, I can't imagine a fate worse than having someone permanently muck up a tattoo on my skin and being reminded of it every time I look in the mirror. That would be the perfect way to slowly kill and depress me- remind me of something I've done wrong or a mistake I regret.

Apart from cool vintage furniture that looks french and is made of either tapestry or velvet I would love to have a cool feature wall on the inside of my room. The black cat staring hauntingly behind the back of this young man reminds me of all the lovely panthers used for the Givenchy collection... I must be quietly addicted to it. My reasoning behind lusting after furniture as well as a pint job for my room is that it will prevent it from becoming the mess it is so likely to become again and again when the stresses of study get to me again. The hours are much lighter for university though; so you never know, I may just have time to live a little as well and actually enjoy life.

I love cats with different coloured fur around their little eyes- for example, take this sleeping beauty. One of my favourite things to do when alone with my boyfriend is spoon together and play footsies. I love the idea of owning a cat content with spooning as well and this toy is perfect for the little guy to cuddle with.

 
Cats can pull off some of the most photogenic poses when they're in the mood for it. I sort of want a cat but I don't really know where to begin when it comes to caring for them. While I do like their bodies, stylised faces and have shared the foot of my bed a couple of times with a kitty to keep them warm I suppose I really do prefer owning rabbits. You don't have to worry about them destroying anything while your away or getting lost, or fighting with anything else in your street because they're good and stay put in their hutches. Also, giving them medication is a lot less of a struggle.

 
"I love cats. I love every kind of cat. I really love cats. I just want to hug all of them, which is crazy cause I can't hug every cat. But I just want to."
"I think about how many don't have a home and how I should have them and how cute they are. And the ears and the whiskers and the nose.

"I just love them and I want them and I want them in a basket and I want little bow ties.
"I want them to be on a rainbow and in my bed. I just want a house full of them and I just want us to roll around."

If I ever get off my duff to do something constructive I may just buy a magazine on cats to make a fun collage and at the centre I'll have a neat picture of myself, just like this darkly coloured magazine extract.

Black and White

Strange that on Christmas Eve I find myself posting about dark magic, naked occult girls with all her bits showing in black and white... but well there you go life's a bit like that and I'm that way inclined after finding some vintage pieces of clothing online as well as mooning over a gorgeous cow skull necklace I keep droning on and on about.

It would be lovely if I had all my money lined up after working for some twenty-something hours since my last pay check came in and the biggest sale on the Australian calender is closing in on us quite quickly in just one day really. Instead of mooning over things I can't afford instead I'm looking at the dark magic rituals of naked witches on heaths on a full moon night and that kind of rubbish? Some of the rubbish that's been tickling my fancy within the last week or so has been absolutely atrocious but maybe I'm just evolving into something obscure and dark myself. On another note- according to Facebook my American Indian name is 'Good Witch' and all I could think of was the delight that I had indeed managed to become either Tiffany Aching from a Terry Prachett novel or the famous Hermione Granger in the flesh. That was a very good day indeed.

It's only just the middle of Summer and I wish I could get away with wearing knee high socks and my now-very-dusty Doc Marten boots. You just can't have it all but I'd love to be able to break out those bad boys and wear them with say, a nice long black dress and maybe a jumper or knitted vest over the top and have some lovely boots under it all... although have managed to find some light and nimble footwear I would be happy to wear while braving the heat of Australia... not as durable as a reliable pair of Docs but we will see and time will tell what's in store for me.

A hap-hazard tendency of mine is to sleep with as little clothes as possible while under a doona cover during Summer... I resemble the first photograph of a head-to-toe, bona fide naked witch performing ancient rites rather than a punk being able to wear ripped tights. I am very much so a creature of the cold rather than someone who enjoys the scorching sun and heat of the beach... perhaps I am bound towards becoming a witch. Just yesterday I remanded to know from a fellow co-worker what her 'local' market was in order to be able to find a ripped and loose shirt featuring a wolf. What is it about the occult that keeps drawing me in? It's now Christmas where I am and I cannot get it out of my mind, still want to burn my candles while the ying to my yang, my sweet boyfriend is at midnight mass with his family and grandmother... strangely enough people think that I'm the sweet one and he's a bad influence on me. I really do beg to differ at this point.

It's only a matter of some few months before I am able to wear tights again and free my poor feet from the sweaty confines of sneakers and thin ballet flats but till then I'd like to continue mooning over and daydreaming about girls holding hands around Ouija boards with lots of glorious candles wearing black lipstick. Being someone with brown hair and near black hair maybe wearing black lipstick wouldn't exactly suit me but it'd be something I'd be interested in trying when taking pride within my own appearance. As of late I cannot be assed wearing lipstick to work and I cannot think of a worse idea than to wear it out on a date with my boyfriend... so I'm really left with little occasions to wear it at all then.
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