Anna’s Iceberg

December 26, 2012

Come Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve panic sets in, and I find myself with nothing short of two hundred emails and Tumblr questions about what one ought to wear to bring in another first of the first.

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bondi-icebergs-sara-phillips  Around this time of year, we begin our tumultuously love-hate conflicts with the amount of ham and turkey to pile onto our plates, whether or not #YOLO applies to Cadbury’s vanilla ice cream for dessert, and if Christmas festivities are an excuse for skipping out on pilates and cardio for the third day running. Come Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve panic sets in, and I find myself with nothing short of two hundred emails and Tumblr questions about what one ought to wear to bring in another first of the first. Last year, I sequined and sparkled up for the countdown, where my only focus was to fulfill the Gossip Girl theme that my beloveds had so appropriately elected. But, given the evolution of my personal style and tastes in the past twelve months, as well as some serious (serious) New Year’s Resolutions doomed to fail ready to go, I say: why not start now? Give yourself a taste of daily exercise, veganism, and caffeine abstinence before your declarations to awestruck friends and family actually makes your promise binding on January 1. Wiggle room is key.

These are probably not the best life values to be promoting here, but hear me out: there is a method in this madness.

And of course, that madness is about the dress. It’s all about the dress. There is no sentence as sweet as “I love your dress” from another girl in a dress on International Lose Your Mind Night. The fact that you are sartorially obliged to say that you love her dress more, is completely irrelevant, but the fact that you may never wear that dress again, is not. As I do my sneaky windswept walk above the impossible stunning Bondi Icebergs today, I’m stalking GlamCorner’s clearance sale on my phone like a real Gen Y. Obviously, I’m more accustomed to renting their pieces (this crystallised beauty is another one of those $79 wonders), but their brand new and ex-rental at something like 70% off retail prices is too tempting not to at least try… and hit rewind before 7 days are out if it’s not quite for you.

You’re welcome.

As for my NYE dress, I think I’ll stick to this Sara Phillips statement staple (that Australian designers seem to lend themselves to infinitely better than the rest of the world – digital print holler). I first came across this impeccable crystalline situation earlier this year with that impossibly fun shoot I did with dear Tessa. While I am mildly besotted with that long-sleeved version, and thoroughly enjoyed drawing all over the photos, wiggle room and I meet again – can you imagine how French-grandma-chic-cool this figure-hugging shift simplicity would look with a leather blouse underneath?

What are you guys planning for New Year’s Eve?

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P.S. for all those who walked past me shooting at Bondi this morning, I apologise for my windswept spectacle… but not really.

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