Students are curious creatures, are they not? In the absence of any real life excitement during exams, we turn to the internet for compassionate peers who are just as susceptible to the vortex of viral shark videos, online sales, sad (sob) movie trailers, and everything on Buzzfeed. Ever.
And we’re not ashamed. Procrastination happens to the best of us, and happens for the better. When else are you going to find Louise in pink? Or Balmain boots for 700 dollars? Or teacup pigs called Kevin? After 25 minutes of floating in the ether, we come back to our books twice as focused and materially fulfilled. Am I right? Am I right?
So, I thought I’d confess to a few of my favourite sites for said browsing addictions for the semester (and the season, if you want to get all fashion like that).
This corner of luxury comes first purely because I have been wanting an MZ monogrammed something well before Vuitton launched its Australian e-commerce site a few weeks ago. I also may or may not have sat on their Mon Monogram service for a good half hour study break today, trying to justify a belated 21st birthday present to myself with my next paycheck (or five), and wondering whether, like Jay Gatsby to his damned green light, shaking my pennies around hand-painted leather would sever aspirational ties with Vuitton forever.
The answer? Probably not – Ghesquière at the helm is already weaving all sorts of magic into my future income.
That, and the existence of vintage monogrammed trunks: can we talk about this incredible load that Alex and I stumbled on while lost in Marché Dauphine the last time we were in Paris?
The saga continues.
Meanwhile, my current MZ is doing too much heavy-lifting to last too much longer – at least, on its own. Having the latest it thing is no longer enough. We need to tell the world (or cabin crew) that it’s ours (all ours). We’ve graduated from every size of Donald Duck shaped name tags my Mother attached to my possessions (and my person) during my first years of primary school – only for a much more sentimental and/or indulgent purpose.
But hey, I’m all for it.
Perhaps I’ll only need the one epic carry-on for longhaul flights from here on out?
2. The Coveteur
The first time these kids dropped bombs on my radar, I was giggling at their mini Fashion Diva relaunch video. For the same reason that Instagram is ridiculously successful, Jake, Stephanie and the team do such a brilliantly luxe job of giving the world a look into people’s creative spaces and wardrobes. As a creative, I find this amazing – in such an intimate environment, it can be pretty easy to look bland and documentary, over capturing the personality that these guys manage to communicate.
What I love more, is that the range of influencers they shoot is so broad in industry and geographical location, that it unites the most mammoth of reality TV stars with that girl on that streetstyle blog with cool hair, under one umbrella of a passion for beautiful possessions, taking care of those possessions, and knowing oneself so well, that their home (and even hotel room on the go) becomes a reflection of their style.
3. Portfolio (below)
Granted, I don’t really spend a lot of time staring a photos I’ve already spent too long staring at on a screen or on set, but I’ve only just recently flicked the switch for my styling and photography portfolio to go live, and it’s quietly buzzing away in the background for the time being, until I get my act together and sort out the
editorials I’ve shot in the past month. I’m still not fully sold on the layout either – what do you guys think?
4. Booodl (below)
I’ve been uploading and organising things to Booodl for a couple of months now, and the best way I can describe it, for my use of it anyhow, is Cher Horowitz’ closet. Having my whole wishlist and existing possessions in the one place is as good as it sounds (particularly given that the majority of my garment accumulation is still in boxes since I moved earlier this year). I’m going to count as a blessing in advance for when I start packing essentials for July abroad.
Study break’s up.
Over and out.