rant. me. orange.

Why is it, there are days where you feel everything gets lost in translation? I don't know what it is about this week, but it seems every form of social interaction is interpreted incorrectly. Has the world gone mad? adding to my frustration, today, I witness a girl wearing a bomber jacket. Orange. Corduroy. Not entirely sure why this particular moment stands out to me, but my reaction seemed relvant. 'Prison break, anyone?' all the while I know here in Australia prisoners wear blue (I think? correct me if wrong) and in the states the colour of criminal is a loud shade of orange. Curious really as my favourite nail colour is a beautiful metallic orange by OPI.

My question from this seemingly insignificant moment is purely this - what part does media and what we watch play in determining our impressions of fashion? + strong reactions to fashion alike in my case, associating an item with a less than glamorous stigma.

Studies show marketing is all about how you present something. If you wrap an item nice enough and use the latest buzz words: 'organic' 'high end' 'eco friendly', chances are you will become the next pinnacle of consumerism yet. In case, you know, you like haven't already ordered that item in every colour available online. Then there's a negative association with fashion via icons. Be it through posters, uniforms, stereotypes etc

Or maybe I'm just over analysing this moment... making it more convoluded than is truly necessary. ;)

Off to dance class. <3

Have a lovely afternoon kittens,
xoxoxoxox

healthy eating, love and fashion-- what else is there?

One week on. My hair has settled, given it’s not as ranga as previously first thought but has now resided as a pleasant cherry brown. I sort of like it, *gasps* I may even be missing the more intense colour. Moving on, to more important news....

Heya Fashion Kitties

My name is Allura. I’m a fashion photographer – model – designer by day, salsa dancer by night. I live in Canberra, Australia (don’t hold that against me!). I’m writing this blog because I believe although hard to find that my city does actually have style. I want to share our style with the world, inspire future outfits and most importantly, have a place to vent my fashion loves, hates and whateves else. Get me? ;)

Here we are. Now you know the basics. – entrée un |

Just this past week I modelled in a Hair show + Master class for International hair designer and stylist Jas. It was a real opportunity to work with this man, as he spends his working time divided between Perth and Paris. There were 9 models. A team of hair stylists to assist Jas, Make-Up Artists, and myself camera-in-hand capturing behind the scenes action when not required for the hair show. It was a great experience! I came to it with an open mind – normally the thought of someone changing my look, cutting and colouring my hair somewhat scares me. Like any woman who has become accustomed to the way she looks (and sees herself with what suits her) even the slightest change may seem too much. The cut is edgy, choppy layers but still long in length, all in all I’m happy with this. Check. The colour.... was bright red. Not entirely ranga red, but turned out more like a cherry ripe. Initially, I wasn’t sure about it, but after washing a few times – it has become a lovely, textured mahogany chestnut tone. Happy. Check.

peace. love. + chanel.