Ace Hotel, NEW YORK

One of my good friends is currently in New York. Her being there has thrown me into a tantrum exponentially full of jealousy, rage and tears.


The thing about New York is that everyone is loud. People are always shouting to you about something. On the sidewalk, down in the subway. Whilst they shout to you about their political and religious opinions, people also shout about what they are planning on doing that day, what they just had for breakfast, how crap Starbucks is and why ‘New York is the worst city in the world because no matter how hard you look there are no toilets!’. (Curious, and somewhat true. Does everyone just shit in the middle of Central Park?). In fact whilst at the base of the Statue of Liberty on our chilly second morning there, some unhappy man even started shouting to me about how any second now, he was going to blow it all up. I tried not to take it too personally.
This was the thing that I adored most about the city though, people just talk to you and don’t really give a damn what you think in the end. All in all, It shook me up and spat me out, in the best and most curious way possible.


So, If you're going bang your hands on the floor whilst kicking and screaming over a city it might as well be New York, and if you want to do the most damage to your little fists in the most stylish way, get angry on the floor of the Ace Hotel. These are a few polaroid shots I dug up from my time there last winter. You can find them also Ace Hotel's Blog-Everything is Going to Be Alright
http://blog.acehotel.com/

Spent a cold morning in The Kooples store in the St. Germain district of Paris. Unfortunately this little white number was last season and no longer stocked, but I picked up the fall version which is navy silk. The tiny skull lace embroidery is so wonderfully messed up and irrevocably cool.

I tried for hours to buy this online for my friend's birthday but they're only left in US stores and are being quickly snatched up. So wunderbar it hurts.

Afternoon delights from my super geil friend in Berlin

See the other geil things she does here: http://www.thestraat.blogspot.com/

Centre Pompidou, PARIS

The man on the wall in Paris is telling you to (please) shut the fuck up. Sometimes we should listen to him, but sometimes we really should tell him that we will do whatever we want (sorry). After all, he is just a man on a wall. In the end, he can't do shit (I don't really mean that).

A little message on art from the philosophers/retail assistants at LOFT, PARIS

Chalkie Talkie

People are sometimes clever, creative and even sweet.
Here is an example! (It made me a bit homesick for Australia)

Shusta, BERLIN

The spring air in Berlin, (one of the cities with the most style in the world) drove me to do some mad things. One of which being buying these D.CO Copenhagen, W-Strap Wedges in washed grey at Shusta at Rosenthaler Platz. I almost cried as I was paying for them with them still on my feet. But the man at the counter kindly said 'I think those shoes love you'. And well, we're all a bunch of shit-suckers for love in the end aren't we.

(Note: Apart from the mad purchase of these shoes in Berlin I also began cross-stitching crude phrases, became addicted to cupcake icing, went for walks in the middle of the night and...oh! I got a tattoo. Jesus Christ, Berlin.

Shakespeare & Co., PARIS

I had an almost love story a few days ago. Almost.

I was in Shakespeare & Co on the left bank (you should know all about that) and as I was sifting my way through the crowded shelves I overheard a man behind me asking someone who worked there where he could find 'Extremely loud & Incredibly Close'. The man working there didn't understand him nor know what the book was and they became both clustered and confused. I had the book in my bag as I am reading it at the moment so I turned around and took it out and showed it to the man and said 'This one?'. The man looked at me curiously and said thankyou and ended up finding it. He came back to say thanks again and I almost laughed my head off in front of him at how if he were 20 years younger it might have been one of the greatest beginnings to a whirlwind love there ever was. The left bank of Paris, in Shakespeare & Co when it was pouring rain outside, and over a book. All I could say was 'Fuck, that could have been wonderful'. I think it was just Paris.

I am somewhere in here.
This will begin from Montmartre in Paris where I have spent July. I have waited to be in Paris again for a long time now. The whitewashed skyline, elegant strangers, 4 euro coffees, the long legs riding above YSL heels and the piss in the street. In what follows I will show you what I have found here.