In my mind, Collette Dinnigan was always for a woman some age between myself and my Mother. Perhaps a cousin of mine, or a friend’s high-flying older sister. I guess there will be a day that I’ll get to that age – beyond flicking through the iconic Aussie’s runway imagery, and actually going into stores, but aging is something I’d prefer not to think about, because then I’ll just age faster (or so my brother says – in mockery? Certainly). So you can imagine that I was pretty excited to see Collette by Collette Dinnigan – something much more youthful in everything from the cuts and fabrics to the colours and the price. You know you love that word. Price. Price. Price. Prefectly preceded by perfect.
Speaking of which, this top is just that – the right amount of sweetness in its little flower cutouts and the right amount of cheeky. Sleeveless certainly wouldn’t have made this as daytime appropriate as the elbow-length, scalloped affair – and had the modest neckline been any lower, I would have, perhaps, considered a full slip over a bralette. But in this instance, I found the fit to be absolutely fine. Mother might raise eyebrows, but your older sister and my cousin are chillin’.
These boyish Ray-Bans were the perfect complement to all this black lacey femininity. 75 years on, and Ray-Ban is still getting it 100% right (imagine what I’ll be wearing at 75 years old… probably not this). These sunnies are the best I’ve ever seen from the brand – a welcome change from their heavier lines. The frames are actually wrapped in leather and come in a fabulously hipster range of colours.
This light was possibly the most difficult I’ve ever had to work with – the sun was setting so fast at Daramalan that I had to move my tripod with every shot. Manual focus has never been more unwanted. Out-of-focus certainly has it’s own charm:
But maybe for another day.
I’m glad you all liked my last post in all its candle-lit glory. I’ll be sure to snap more pretty bric-a-brac for you in the coming weeks.