Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Erin Wasson

If she would only let me love her...... bringing laid back beauty to the front of the que Wasson makes me want to never think of a twin set and pearls ever again.

Victoire De Castellane

Victoire is the creator and designer of haute joaillerie for Christian Dior since their jewelry line was launched in 1998.

After 13 collections De Castellane has reinvented fine jewellery bringing collections ranging from creatures of the deep 'Coffret De Victoire' to the gardens worthy of John Galliano himself 'Diorette'.

"I like things that are exaggerated," declares De Castellane. "Big, comic book-style jewelry, because jewelry's only beautiful if you take notice of it."

Bold, Beautiful and Breath taking we hope Ms De Castellane continues to create such master pieces until we can afford them.

Average certainly isn't her style.


Model Watch

Keep an eye out for Teese OMJ. She has been apart of Numerouse Photoshoots and has also modelled for Miss Unkon and Doll House Collection.

The Fashion Framework

I got a laptop for my birthday because I've been behaving. I also got pretty decent uni results. I was really happy about the grade I got for my literary essay. 
This is it here...

“You're… blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets… then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin.” Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wears Prada.


When I think of my grandfather I can remember the way he smelt of hard-boiled fruit lollies and the musk of old age. I recall sitting on his little terrace turning over shiny gold coins in my hand, a lavish gift. But in each recollection my grandfather wears the same clothes. But this is not a failing of memory. Here was a man who had three sets of clothes; Levi jeans for work and household duties, a suit for appointments and riding the train to and from work and a uniform of tailored brown shorts and a checkered shirt for every occasion in between. Practicality motivated all of his choices, sartorial or otherwise. But now those Levi jeans have been retro reprieved and hip young things are wearing the very same checkered shirt.


You can still choose clothes for practicality but you can no longer escape the context. Fashion marches forward like nature, keeping time with the seasons and always, always regenerating. An undeniable presence throughout history, fashion was there for it all. The brass buttons on army uniforms in war, the flare on a pair of pants that symbolized an entire era of music, the scandalous safety pins on Liz Hurley’s Oscar’s dress, the afro haircut that conveyed black pride, the wisp like smoke, of sparkling fabric that encased Marilyn while she sang Happy Birthday one evening a long time ago. Layers upon layers of cultural references that have accumulated in each stitch and seam of the clothes we wear every day.


Originality is relative; our fashion choices are drawn from a catalogue of our own previous cultural encounters. Our fashion dreams have already been dreamt, pondered, created and sold before they are implanted into our minds before bed. So that when you awaken and open your closet the ideas are already there. Like a champagne fountain fashion flows from the highest rungs down to the bottom where it pools among the masses. For example Christophe Decarnin is one day inspired by rock stars, Gianni Versace’s work in the 1980’s and country western. Along comes his celebrated Spring 2009 collection for Balmain. Jennifer Connelly wears the collection’s sequined green dress, Lindsay Lohan wears the jeans, and Victoria Beckham wears the jacket. These designs are recreated and bought by department stores and then cheaper fabrics are sourced, edges softened and the style meets the greater population in the chain stores. And so when this season you are greeted by rails of sequined dresses, broad shouldered tuxedo jackets and stonewashed jeans, the choice has already been made for you.


For those of you who don’t put their left hand on Vogue to swear an oath, I’ll fill you in on a few of the other latest trends on the sidewalks and catwalks: there’s tuxedo jackets, draping, over the knee boots, leather and Harem pants- loose, tapered pants with a dropped crotch that are a little bit genie and a lot MC Hammer. These pants are hotcakes and can be found in all good chain stores. Young women across Australia have all decided that puffy pants in the vein of a nineties rap star are part of their personal style. But what’s the punch line? These pants were first seen on the runway of someone called Christian Dior, wait for it… back in 2002. The girls that are wearing these pants did not choose to do so out of practicality or necessity, they chose to participate in the fashion game, they strived to express themselves and communicate a message that they were better than my grandfather in his Levi jeans “before they were cool.” When we make our clothing choices in this bottom feeder fashion way, we’re being a little bit different and a lot the same. But nothing against harem pants.


This is the way world wardrobe operates. The cycle is unavoidable. Mid 1970’s London saw the emergence of ‘punk’ culture. They were a group of young people that rebelled against the restraints of music and fashion. They ripped, tore, pierced, studded and painted clothing, and they called it ‘anti-fashion’. It was an aggressive movement; they defaced the process of design and spited the beauty of their bodies with never before seen piercings and haircuts. These kids would not shine their shoes, they would not button their top buttons and they believed they were refusing to participate in fashion. But punk was one of the greatest fashion revolutions of all time. Here began the idea that instead of adding to the creation of a piece a designer could take something away from the silhouette, from the richness of the fabric or from the symmetry of the pattern and it could actually be improved as a result. Vivienne Westwood delivered this style to high fashion and Alexander McQueen transformed the concept and sent bloodstained models in tattered dresses down the catwalk, and called it Highland Rape.


Today people who have never listened to punk wear tattered tartans and doc martens. Weekday businessmen trade suits for drag on the weekend and women draped in designers return home to low rent apartments on the bad side of town. To add extra wear to a very overused quote, Shakespeare once said, ‘all the world’s a stage’, and each day we choose our costume for the show. Style is like power; the rich foolishly believe they posses it as a birthright, it inspires love and jealousy and those who do not try hard at all ultimately lead the way. John Galliano said that “clothes are memories” and designers live to “decorate your dreams”. In this way fashion operates as an invisible framework in all of our lives, fairies in the night. So when you wake tomorrow morning and you choose, for example that dress with the slim waist and full skirt without ever knowing that it was inspired by Dior’s ‘New Look’ you can at least have a sense that you are surrounded by the magic that is fashion.

Let me know if any of my facts are wrong... its horrible to see how dated it's becoming already. But I suppose that's how it goes with fashion.

x. Jet.

The September Issue

Absolutely frothing for this  movie.

Monday, July 27, 2009


Back in the 90’s a group of scientists spent a bunch of money searching for a definition of cool. This article is the result of poor research and my own hazy recall so I’m winging it when I say I think the result was that cool equals being good at stuff without visible effort. Now the real question, who gives a fuck? Well Coca Cola would I guess. Because cool is the ticket to paper. And so suddenly it’s so important to have a formula for cool because I’m cool and you’re cool and Britney’s cool in that 90’s retro revival kind of way and let’s all spend some more money to develop our own identity brand.

Cool used to be a secret but somebody fucked up and posted it on their blog and then it got transferred to YouTube and now it’s got a million hits. And now accountants are dropping tabs on the weekend and dressing like rock stars and rock stars are dressing like homeless people, the schizo kind that wear road kill on their heads and lots of bangles.

Superbad made nerds cool. Mickey Avalon made gay prostitute heroin addicts cool. Kings of Leon’s first album was cool, Black kids were supposed to be cool and Bob Dylans always been cool (see influences on every band’s Myspace music page). Adrian Grenier says that eco earth bullshit is cool; Yelle says I should wear Nikes and everyone says I should get one of those little I-phone robots that can just about read your mind and then I’ll be cool. If you’re as confused as I am apparently you can ask an MTV “veejay” for some pointers or you can go to and find some shiny things to buy.

I just think maybe something has gone terribly wrong when Mummy has tit implants and her own reality show, Daddy listens to minimalist house music and Johnny wears a Stooges t-shirt but has never heard of Iggy Pop. Everyone’s trying to be somebody else and we’re all just running around bumping into each other and consuming our way into hell. Maybe the only originals left are the punks. That is, the ones that actually listen to punk music and those dirty hippies that are actually committed and don’t bathe or shave. You don’t have to fit a majority or minority. You don’t have to resist one either and shave off half of your hair or something. Alice Delal already did that anyway. Maybe next time you hear/read/see something you can think long and hard and decide if you actually, personally like it. Or maybe that’s pretty fucking preachy and you can do whatever you want. So what’s the moral of the story? I don’t know… drink Coca Cola?

Sunday, July 26, 2009

skinny legs

... like two french fries.


A few pictures from the shoot we did a couple of weeks back.
Photographer: Angela Raab
MUA- Holly Harman
Styling: Jet.
Models: Alexandra/Elite, Brittaney/Dallys, Ashleigh.