Fashion and ArtFashion, is not trivial. It is much more significant then perceived. It can be an expression on what you want to be identified as by the world. Music, your surroundings, the people you associate your self with, or the people you are inspired by, can influence the clothes you choose to wear, whether this is a conscious decision or not. When expressing yourself and experimenting through your everyday aesthetic like; clothes, make-up, hair, the tattoos on your skin and the jewellery your wear or lack of, is of course not considered as art. More along the lines of a creative compulsion and inventiveness. I personally think this is a responsibility which young generations should practice. Not so much for the reason that I think it is necessary to always be looking your best. Because looks and aesthetic are certainly not everything. I suppose more for the point that creativity and expression is a fundamental element for becoming more of a individual version of yourself. Shaping you to be defined, bold and confident. If that is what you want any whoo. (not telling you what to do) :), A little push to help that question of 'who am I?' disappear, especially when you get to that awkward age of feeling as though you should have your life together. On the other hand, if you DON'T have your life together, at least you have fashion... a little something called escapism. Style and clothes, can make you feel strong, give you energy and confidence. Become something, without becoming something your not. A shallow concept to some, but why knock something, when it has so much power. Fashion, may be frivolous to some; but why? fashion has been seen as a feminine category for a career choice. Females have been known to get less respect then men, (not a strong personal opinion). With the acceleration of feminist movements, respect for fashion is flourishing. Although there have been momentous fashion moments in the past. The explosion of street wear in 2017 is undoubtedly a notable one, due to the amount of people it sought out to; kid skaters, supermodels, fashionistas, A-listers, and even collaborations between independent brands, and high-end brands, such as Supreme and Louis Vuitton. Once a subterranean style for skaters, is now a lucrative culture. Male designers such as Gosha Rubchinsky, and Rio Urbine, Rihanna. (and more of course) have made fashion more inclusive. Awakening a broader audience and customer.
Fashion as art, is when something has been created with soul and energy. With true ingenuity, and inspiration, from art, music, surroundings, society woven together. The item of art should accomplish to tell stories of; gender, race, identity along with making the spectator feel something, facing live escapism, an impressionistic work of art. Not only the items of clothing but the beautifully bold concepts and creation made on set to establish the clothes and evoke the stories intended. Diana Vreeland the most creative mind, mastered this in a way no one else could. Pure fashion as art can be controversial, revolutionary with importance. Somewhere along the way art and commerce have hazed together, but a pronounced creator or artist should be distinguished clearly from shallow dunce of the commerce. Innovation and imitation.
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GYPSY SPORTCalifornia born, Rio Uribe established Gypsy Sport in 2012. Designing only hats at the beginning of his journey, he was asked to show in New York Fashion week 2012, as they needed young designers. And with that, Gypsy Sport was born. A genderless or unisex line of clothing inspired by the people of the streets, for the people of the streets. Showing diverse possibilities and creative inspiration in fashion and culture, which is no longer so black and white. DIY looks ranging from the ultimate street classic, denim. Chain dresses, patch work, even a dress made from posters ripped from the walls of the subway. All torn apart, then sewn and glued back together. Nudity is seen; which is of course not so shocking to see in the fashion world, however, when done so provocatively is would normally shock, yet with the impediment of nudity slowly becoming less radical, and becoming more widely accepted socially, it appears almost natural. How it should be. It is almost as if, we as people, are condition in our youth to believe nudity is almost offensive, as it is related to sex. But with the growth of understanding and approval of the feminist movement, with the likes of the LGBT community, liberation of the human body is, as it stands, in bloom, and constraints of sexual freedom in society is lessening. Rio Uribe, uses models of all genders, races, sizes, and ages. Uribe, launches a open casting for each of his collections, bringing together a group of vibrant and open-minded group of people, with different styles and skills to give the show extra energy. In 2017, he staged this season in Place de la République, 'a place for the people', 'to get caught in a manifestation'.
To me this collection celebrates freedom and growth. Sophisticated eroticism, runway dominatrix, fetish runway fashion. Previously incompatible notions to be seen both in the high-end fashion industry, and by the everyday passerby. A unconventional idea which I, along with many others I am sure, are happy to be witnessing. Typical gender assumptions are progressing into a revolutionary movement. Not only in this FW Collection is this noticed, but by many other designers, personalities, and your next door neighbour. With the term Gender Neutral on the rise and Gender equality making its mark, this sort of statement was bound to be made in the future, so why not now? Jeremy Scott, leaves us with the impression of acceptance with sex and gender, both paraded so rawly in front of the viewers eyes. Evidently, reminding us of ever changing social standards. Accompanied by no stigma or obscurity. A concept of modern day empowerment. No Prohibition of being told what to do, doing what you want when you want and how you want, to me is a great representation of ability in ones self. To influence and inspire others, to modify the shape of the future, for the good.
Fighting shy the association of this collection with the kinky dominatrix, fetishes and gimp connection. There are certainly some looks in which could start a trend, or have equally been inspired by past classic, and timeless looks that are sure to make a comeback. The wide brimmed floppy hat resembling Vouge, 1950's cover by Irving Peng. Jean Patchett wears the hat along with shiny gloves, draped in 'The Black and White Idea'. Double-breasted, pinstripe, tailor coat, and blazers. Evoking stereotype ideas of an American Gangster, 1920's hair with a twist. Securing the modernisation of underwear as outerwear, lace-ups, which we have seen a lot of in 2017 Adding frills, feathers and sleek sophistication, back on the map. Jeremy Scott has brought together a number of extremely different styles and fashion statements from different eras and merged them into an even bolder contributory statement, which I am excited to see more of. NEWZEALAND5 Weeks in Newzealand. We begin in the south island, Queenstown for christmas, we see the pretty landscape and scenery of Newzealand for the first time, honestly, some of the most beautiful and breathtaking views. With the icy, crystal clear water, rolling hills and glacier mountains, I soon fell in love with this place. Whilst in Queenstown, we walked up the Queenstown hill, cycled the Gibbston trail passed the well known, A.J Hackett bridge where we watched people bungy over the river, almost to Arrowtown, before heading back to the cheesery, for some.. cheese. We drove almost 4 hours to the insanely vast Milford sound where we saw waterfalls and seals <3. Although Queenstown is undoubtedly stunning I was more drawn to a location just an hour away called Wanaka, the home of the most photographed tree in the world. The road to Wanaka after Queenstown was serial, driving through and up and over hill after hill. We stayed in a campsite in Albert town, just 5 mins out of Wanaka on $10. The drive to Haast was probabley one of my favourite days so far, as on the way there are so many things to see, including the 'Blue pools' (picture below). The water comes straight down from the top of a snowy mountain so the water is freezing cold. Still went for a swim though. We stayed at Lake Paringa that night, probabley my favourite camping spot on the south island, we woke in the morning very early, the Lake was so still like glass, the reflection of the mountain on the water, and morning mist clearing. Fox Glacier and Franz Josef next. Just a short hike to see the glaciers, big blocks of the glaciers fall and flow down the river. Hokitika Gorge Walk was another one of my favourite spots, very similar to the Blue Pools, one more freezing cold swim, which takes your breath away its so cold. The first picture on this post was taken here.
Abel Tasman was our next stop, before heading to the North island by boat from Picton. Tasman was extremely beautiful we got the taxi boat about one quarter of the way up. We saw the famous split rock and some seals <3. We started walking, the Cleopatra pools was my favourite stop along the way back to Marahau. Bright Green pools flowing fast over the rocks, smoothing them out as it goes. Making the rocks into a natural slide. 5 hours later we arrive back at Marahau, stack ourselves some burgers after the trek. What we saw of the South Island so far, was so incredible. Definitely some of the most beautiful scenery I/we have seen. And we have been lucky enough to see it all. I hope to return to these locations. They are very special. 'My task is to capture the present, it's hard to talk about the future. It's about the current moment'. 'Youth understands what is happening now'. -Gosha Rubchinsky The aftermath of soviet state has seemed to inspire the youth of Russia today. They are the first generation of 'youth' to be able to express themselves freely and put their creativity to action. Along with the rest of the Russias youth, Rubchinsky has expressed his emotions, passion and creativity into fashion. The Now. Rubchinsky teamed up with Burberry and Stephen Jones for his SS/18. Clothing influenced by 80's street wear to classic straight suit, with the cropped trousers, skinny tie and belt. Along with influences of great Russian, Timour Novikov's work.
The ideology of the SS/18 show was influenced by rave culture. The show was made so to recreate a rave scene, on runway and backstage. A sea of rough looking 'rave geek' models were cast to blend with the show, yet having strong Russian features and shaved heads not to distract from the face. PACCBET, was also designed both by Rubchinsky and Russian skater. As the Skate scene in Russia grows, to the older generations dismay, so does the freedom in fashion. DYSPNEADyspnea's upcoming collection available from September onwards is literally a dream. The ongoing sparkle and fluff which will never go unnoticed or outdated, makes the line a classic, ever growing statement. Pushing the limits of every day fashion, and adding elegance with a sharp pronounced edge, to keep up with the always changing environment of todays society. 'You may think dyspnea's designers locked holographic horns on a pink beach in another universe' |
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PRETTY POISON
Pretty Poison, Short cut Canngu. A super sick 'backyard inspired arts bar with a California styled pool to shred'.
" SOMEONE TOLD ME THERE'S A GIRL OUT THERE WITH LOVE IN HER EYES AND FLOWERS IN HER HAIR "
- ROBERT PLANT
a quote painted inside pretty poison
Monday, Thursday, Saturday we spent our nights here, whilst in Canngu. The energy in this place was so sweet, so many people passing through, either to skate, watch people skate, get f**ked up, or get tattoos. It'll be a good night whichever way you feel like going. Memorable night, or not. Either way definitely recommend to any one in Canngu.
Definitely a messy one, don't go expecting to leave as pretty as you went in. The mirror in the bathroom is cover in stickers, and above the sink letters write 'you look fine'.
Jack filmed some footage, blinded some people then made an edit from the night, video below.
BALI
The beginning of Bali didn't set off to the best start. We flew from Brisbane airport on the 8 am flight. Very early and very hungover from the night before, clearly not in the best way to be travelling. I’m surprised we made the flight in time. Even made it early enough to get Burger and Chips for breakfast. yes.
So landing in Bali, so hyped. Get through security and baggage claim. Then thats when things started to back fire. We saw the money exchange stand. ‘lets change some cash’. Wait, we got no cash…
Oh well, we will go cash machine.. both cards declined, both been blocked. Sweeet. Plus no credit to be calling the banks.
So after two hours of being in Bali airport, things finally started to look up. We spoke to a genuine Taxi driver who wanted to help us out. He offered to take us to our hotel about 1 hour drive, the we could pay him the following day! ledge. sorted.
So landing in Bali, so hyped. Get through security and baggage claim. Then thats when things started to back fire. We saw the money exchange stand. ‘lets change some cash’. Wait, we got no cash…
Oh well, we will go cash machine.. both cards declined, both been blocked. Sweeet. Plus no credit to be calling the banks.
So after two hours of being in Bali airport, things finally started to look up. We spoke to a genuine Taxi driver who wanted to help us out. He offered to take us to our hotel about 1 hour drive, the we could pay him the following day! ledge. sorted.
Our first stop was Cangu, which involved a lot of, Nasi Goreng, Bali Coffee, sun, jack skating, music, bintangs, breakfast erry day, and more Nasi goreng. We stayed in a hostel about 15 minute scooter drive form the main areas in Cangu, it was called Surya Abadi, it was so quiet and nice real balinese, and super cheap too.
On our first day before renting a bike, we thought we would walk from our hostel to echo beach, so we could see and talk to people on the way. We took a couple of what we thought would be short cuts, but ended up adding a lot of time onto our hike. Walked through rice fields and stumbled across a indoor skate park which was still getting worked on. It will be open now, so if your in Bali, check it out.
Canngu was an awesome place if you want to meet other travellers and have more of a holiday, good food, music etc. I loved it in Cangu but it didn't really show us the real Bali and culture ect. One of the highlights of Canngu was probably all the skating (me watching of course) at Pretty Poison, which I spoke about in a previous blog post. The vibe at Pretty Poison was always on point and such a mad group of people there, locals and travellers. Another place jack would skate was at Berawa Bowl, about 5 minutes on the scooter from PP. The bowl wasn’t finished, more of a building site on the side of the road, soon to be another skate cafe/bar like PP. I wanna go back to see it all finished.
‘FINNS Beach Club’ was another impressive place of Canngu/Berawa. ballin, we went because we heard it mentioned so many times, people saying good things. Super pricey, definitely for the holiday goers. Bought a Bintang so we could go in the party pool. But just down the road you could get 6 Bintang for the price of one. Any way it was an experience.
On our first day before renting a bike, we thought we would walk from our hostel to echo beach, so we could see and talk to people on the way. We took a couple of what we thought would be short cuts, but ended up adding a lot of time onto our hike. Walked through rice fields and stumbled across a indoor skate park which was still getting worked on. It will be open now, so if your in Bali, check it out.
Canngu was an awesome place if you want to meet other travellers and have more of a holiday, good food, music etc. I loved it in Cangu but it didn't really show us the real Bali and culture ect. One of the highlights of Canngu was probably all the skating (me watching of course) at Pretty Poison, which I spoke about in a previous blog post. The vibe at Pretty Poison was always on point and such a mad group of people there, locals and travellers. Another place jack would skate was at Berawa Bowl, about 5 minutes on the scooter from PP. The bowl wasn’t finished, more of a building site on the side of the road, soon to be another skate cafe/bar like PP. I wanna go back to see it all finished.
‘FINNS Beach Club’ was another impressive place of Canngu/Berawa. ballin, we went because we heard it mentioned so many times, people saying good things. Super pricey, definitely for the holiday goers. Bought a Bintang so we could go in the party pool. But just down the road you could get 6 Bintang for the price of one. Any way it was an experience.
Ubud was the next stop, we stayed on the short cut to the monkey forest, Jalan Bisma. So on our first day we walked their to see the main attraction of Ubud, all the monkeys, unfortunately no monkeys sat on our heads. Even though the monkeys forest was fun, we expected it to be more sacred ect, but it was just one big tourist trap, bananas for the monkeys were almost as pricey as a Bintang at Finns. So many people in the forest with the monkeys of course, and I kind of felt bad to be one of them!
I think some thing else that everyone has to do or does do when they go to Ubud is eat loads of the amazing foods and do yoga! Tamarind Soda, hippies, coconuts, Nasi Groeng, so much vegan options.
Warung Sopa, was a place we returned to, for the food and also we met a local artist. He told us about the painting he was working on by the side of the road outside the cafe. It was for a local festival called Nyepi. He showed us all of his art work which was hung up on the walls in his home behind the cafe. So talented. All the paintings told stories of the Bali culture. One was of a women so beautiful, men, women and creatures worshiped her, she had a musical instrument that sent everyone into a dream. I have attached the painting in the blog post.
I was so happy that this man let us into his home to show us his work.
Sanur was our third stop, after a very long and hot crazy journey, no air con, no water, rookie error. I was immediately not a fan. I hate to say it but unfortunately I found the place very tacky and touristy, I feel a lot of the land had been ruined with hotels and shops and restaurants, more so then any where else we had been.
I think some thing else that everyone has to do or does do when they go to Ubud is eat loads of the amazing foods and do yoga! Tamarind Soda, hippies, coconuts, Nasi Groeng, so much vegan options.
Warung Sopa, was a place we returned to, for the food and also we met a local artist. He told us about the painting he was working on by the side of the road outside the cafe. It was for a local festival called Nyepi. He showed us all of his art work which was hung up on the walls in his home behind the cafe. So talented. All the paintings told stories of the Bali culture. One was of a women so beautiful, men, women and creatures worshiped her, she had a musical instrument that sent everyone into a dream. I have attached the painting in the blog post.
I was so happy that this man let us into his home to show us his work.
Sanur was our third stop, after a very long and hot crazy journey, no air con, no water, rookie error. I was immediately not a fan. I hate to say it but unfortunately I found the place very tacky and touristy, I feel a lot of the land had been ruined with hotels and shops and restaurants, more so then any where else we had been.
Luckily we had booked our boat to Nusa Lembongan for the next day! Oh the boat ride, was definitely an experience. Huge waves, the boat was getting knocked about all over the place. People being sick, screaming. Yuck. Luckily I had a window seat and was loving it.. Any way, on arrival to Nusa Lembongan, the view from the boat looking to the island was incredible the water was a blue I didn’t know existed and the landscape so green and pretty. On the horizon a very angry looking storm was brewing.
And so later on in the day it rained and rained heavy, water coming through the roof. But that is to be expected. Mangrove forest, swimming, Nasi Goreng, Coconuts, same old but never boring.
We drove over the little yellow bridge to Nusa Cenigan, and found a cliff where we watched the stormy waves thrashing about, for a good while of the afternoon. Literally 20 ft plus waves. Maybe, I stood a little too close to the edge, when probably the biggest wave I did ever see approached with some force and speed.
I ran and fell, slice my foot, and got very wet. haha, a couple watched from a much more sensible position and took photos of me fall face first. thanks :)
Earthquake, woke me and Jack really early the next morning. On an island where there are Tsunami evacuation signs all over the place. Jack and I had spoken about earthquakes/tsunamis the previous day, whilst watching those waves. So that definitely freaked me out. haha
Due to the crazy seas and massive winds, we could do almost any of the things we had planned including snorkelling/diving, boat ride, or even to the Gili Islands. gutted, but at least we have an excuse to go back!
And so later on in the day it rained and rained heavy, water coming through the roof. But that is to be expected. Mangrove forest, swimming, Nasi Goreng, Coconuts, same old but never boring.
We drove over the little yellow bridge to Nusa Cenigan, and found a cliff where we watched the stormy waves thrashing about, for a good while of the afternoon. Literally 20 ft plus waves. Maybe, I stood a little too close to the edge, when probably the biggest wave I did ever see approached with some force and speed.
I ran and fell, slice my foot, and got very wet. haha, a couple watched from a much more sensible position and took photos of me fall face first. thanks :)
Earthquake, woke me and Jack really early the next morning. On an island where there are Tsunami evacuation signs all over the place. Jack and I had spoken about earthquakes/tsunamis the previous day, whilst watching those waves. So that definitely freaked me out. haha
Due to the crazy seas and massive winds, we could do almost any of the things we had planned including snorkelling/diving, boat ride, or even to the Gili Islands. gutted, but at least we have an excuse to go back!
Uluwatu, I loved it here so much, mainly because of Bingin beach, to me it was literally heaven, rocks to climb, beautiful water, surfing and beach shacks all along the cliff. I still loved this beach even if I got stung by a Sea Urchin. Just floating about in the sea, I kick what I thought was a rock. Pull my foot out the water and three massive black stingers are sticking out my toe. yum. oh the pain. The locals on the beach tell jack to pee on it.. I blacked out, was convinced I was dying. Ofcourse, I didn’t. Went to this sketchy as hospital, stingers are now out, after a very painful, injections and scraping. When we leave, of course its around the time of the daily down pour.. we leave thinking it'll stop but no. we have to pull over and wait for a long time, roads start flooding, but toe is throbbing. I still love you bali <3
Nyepi. 28th March 2017 I will do a Blog post, it is the Saka New Year, but the Balinese celebrate is as a day of silence. There will be no people or cars on the streets, no shops open, all electricity should be off, no one is to speak or eat. But of course some are stricter then others.
So we had to stock up all food and drinks the previous day. All is well until we wake up the next morning with an ant infestation. We quietly listen to music all day, paint and play with the hostels tiny kitten.
Nyepi. 28th March 2017 I will do a Blog post, it is the Saka New Year, but the Balinese celebrate is as a day of silence. There will be no people or cars on the streets, no shops open, all electricity should be off, no one is to speak or eat. But of course some are stricter then others.
So we had to stock up all food and drinks the previous day. All is well until we wake up the next morning with an ant infestation. We quietly listen to music all day, paint and play with the hostels tiny kitten.
As our time in Bali was coming to an end, we decided to go on our last spontaneous bike ride driving wherever the roads would take us. Passing tiny towns, going up super steep hills, which our bike couldn't handle, so we’d have to walk. Running out of fuel, going to waterfalls, looking at trees and leaves, eating at warung cafes. Meeting the happiest locals, and seeing how the worship the nature around them. Going places with the freshest air. One of my most favourite memories of Bali, was on this final bike journey on the way home at the end of the day, for once it didn't rain, we were lost on our way home, we took a wrong turn and it took us on to this very broken cobbled path in the middle of a massive rice field, the sun was setting, there was us and one other farmer on this vast area of land. We stopped to look around us and take it all in, there was smoke coming from the field, and it was the prettiest view. I couldn't even take a photo because our phones were dead. We dont exactly know where that was either as we were lost. That is why it is such a special memory.
Bali was incredible. When we return, I hope to see more of the island.
Oh my only advice for people going to Bali, don’t go to Kuta.
If anyone actually read of of this post I'll be amazed, I clearly have a lot to say.
Bali was incredible. When we return, I hope to see more of the island.
Oh my only advice for people going to Bali, don’t go to Kuta.
If anyone actually read of of this post I'll be amazed, I clearly have a lot to say.
Australia
Woodfolk festival for New Year. It was probably the hottest and the driest festival I’ve ever been too. 36+ degrees with no sea to jump in. This festival seemed so special and full of character. With the people, atmosphere, music. Although there weren’t all that many bands/musicians who I had ever heard of or wouldn't usually be to my liking, but, like with most festivals I still enjoyed all of it. Because real festivals I have found, do make you more open minded and down to earth, because you can see what humans can create and are capable of, so you appreciate it so much more. Thats what festivals are all about, bringing people together. I don’t mean to sound like I know what I am talking about, thats just my opinion. I’ve never seen a festival with so much respect from the festival goers or such pretty decor and creative ideas. On the build up to the NYE count down there was a 3 minute silence, workers gave out candles that were lit for the 3 minutes. During the silence the whole festival was completely quite. No one ruined the silence by shouting etc. I think thats pretty amazing.
We went to Fraser Island on our 2nd week in Australia. We hired a 4x4 and Jack was driver. Drove straight off the ferry on to the sand and that was us to stay there for the next 4 days. Driving on the sand was so fun, even though thats not how I felt at first, it definitely grew on me, luckily we never got stuck in the sand, but ended up running a bogan family off the road, and they ended up getting real stuck. HAHA. At one point Jack got carried away with speed in the soft sand whilst we were inland on Fraser, had to do a super sharp turn, ended up half in a ditch, centimetres away from hitting a tree. At that point I chose to sit in the back.
Lake Mckenzie was something from heaven, cliche but theres no other way to describe it. The clearest water and the finest white sand, you can even polish Jewellery with it. If you ever go, go first thing in the morning before other tourists/travellers turn up.
Lake Mckenzie was something from heaven, cliche but theres no other way to describe it. The clearest water and the finest white sand, you can even polish Jewellery with it. If you ever go, go first thing in the morning before other tourists/travellers turn up.
Nimbin was weird and wonderful. A small town full of old hippies with one bumpy tiny road in and out. Its how I would Imagine a throwback to the 70’s would appear. A bus which drives from Byron Bay to Nimbin, painted all over with Bob Marley and all sorts of other crazy patterns. The street is full of quirky cafes and shops selling all sorts of random ornaments, hemp products, books, tie dye, art, more tie dye, posters everywhere . Hemp Embassy and even a police station at the end of the road. Walking from shop to shop I got lots of people waving me over to them, saying ‘cookies, cookies’ on lady asked me to see her shop, (turned out to be her home) and we had a chat.