the last presets show for a very long time

Lazers beaming, punters screaming, the Presets sure know how to rock a crowd. Last night I was lucky enough to bare witness to the final performance of these guys for a while as they go back to the studios to record their next album. Opening with 'Talk Like That' was a definite crowd pleaser, I was immediately shoved four meters forward as the rush of fans hurled themselves into a raging mosh. It was getting ugly.

Two songs in and one girl came crying out of the crowd trying to get out after no doubt being squashed and having several ribs broken. I was amazed to see the amount of slammin hotties that were there, no boys but the girls looked amazing. The chick in front of me was wearing a fur vest and little ksubi shorts (curse her sculpted arse) and I nearly asked to take her picture she looked that effing cute.

Aside from the immaculate standard of female specimen, the show was insane. Van She played first followed by Architecture in Helsinki who pumped up the crowd with 'Hold Music' though after a few of their slower songs I found myself less boppy and dare I say it, a little bored. Finally the Presets graced the stage and all hell broke loose, finishing famously on 'I go hard, I go home' the night came to a brilliant end. Sadly I had no camera, only a measly little phone to capture the moment.

late night studying often prompts me to start meandering on style.com

It is far too easy to get distracted on a night like this. A little research here, some scholarly essay there and we're soon on our way to a winning recipe for some late night procrastination. Just to reiterate I hate hate hate uni and all the assessment that goes with it. Though studying fashion is not with out its perks, writing about something I'm interested in isn't so bad, its the analysis that makes me want to pull out my teeth with blunt rusty pliers.

So here are my picks for winter:

Blazers with shoulder pads, (I know, its an obvious choice, bare with me I'm obsessed) Balmain obviously takes the cake here for invigorating shoulder pads and I know some people yawn at Decarnin's latest collection but I'm sorry, I drool. The lapels on this jacket are devine:



Next is furrrrrr. Enough said, sorry Peta but hey I can't afford the real thing so I'll just talk about it. I must say I only like the smallest bit of fur, our climate doesn't really allow for the heavy fur look anyway. Oddly enough I can't find any looks I like so I'll move on to my next pick.


The fluid high waisted trousers. And as an added bonus they look undeniably comfy. Chloe brought out a series of khaki and beige styled with thin brown belts for their Fall RTW collection. So beautiful:


By the way I am far from done here...

florence and the machine

Florence is a dirty, pretty city where Michel Angelo's David resides and the pigeons are absolutely mammoth. Funny story actually, as I was walking around this city very hungover and not in the best of moods I said to a friend 'wow look at the size of those doves!', knowing full well they were pigeons. Rookie error - don't take a stroll around a historically architectural and beautiful city while resisting the urge to throw up. This is what Top Deck tours do to you.

Florence is also the name of the British singer who fronts the band 'Florence and the Machine'. I was driving home today and couldn't figure out who the hell sings that song 'dog days are over', thinking it was that Icelandic chick Ida Maria. Then the unwitting Scott Dooley announced another song by Florence and the Machine called 'Kiss with a Fist' and I was in musical heaven. The lyrics are hilarious and any scorned girl who has ever been screwed over will get a kick out of them.

Not to mention Florence is a bit of a babe...

george needs clothes

Today was cold and wet, a combination above all others that I loathe. I could hear (and sadly feel) the squelch of the rain penetrating my shabby old black flats. These poor unfortunate shoes, I have put them through hell and back. It seems my wardrobe is a bit like this these days, my shoes are falling apart, my once respectable Claude Maus trousers are pilling at the crutch and I only bought these last year!

Here's a little lesson I've learnt: when travelling, do NOT bring expensive items of clothing. Before I left for Europe these pants were jet black, button still in tact and a far cry from anything close to pilling. Now they've faded into oblivion, seems are coming undone and I most certainly can not bend over too far for fear of them splitting.

Here's another little lesson I've learnt: Claude Maus has produced a disappointing product. Don't get me wrong, I love their A/W09 collection but Claude buddy, you had these pants wrong. They looked fabulous for the first few months I wore them, I had compliments left right and centre but a mere nine months later and my own mother thought I had purchased them at K-Mart. I've sadly laid these pants to rest, however the day was not ruined by my parting with these trousers. To help ease the pain Sue (my mother - I go on a first name basis) fixed me up with new dark blue jeans and a cropped blazer.

Thank you Mumma!

This is from the CM AW/09 collection, probably my most favoured look. They have a huge store in Melbourne and are stocked in boutique stores around Aus.