It’s that time of the year. The time of the year that sees students everywhere stick like chewed-up, spat-out, faded gum stuck to their computer screens. The time of the year where ultimate computer procrastination hits dizzying new heights. It's the time of the year that also shocks people nationwide (well OK, maybe only in the bottom ¾ of the country) into hibernation as the first frost bites.
For me, stuck day after tedious day behind the fluorescent light of my desk lamp, consuming more tea than ever thought humanly possible, and turning out word after empty word of academic submission, salvation comes in the form of the summery bits our northern hemisphere counterparts are getting into.
With new resort collections unveiled daily, I’ve been dangerously addicted to Style.com’s coverage. Moreover, in my crazed state I’ve been hatching elaborate schemes as to who I’d have to kill to get my hands of Christopher Kane’s first ever pre-collection. The digital bomb prints in sunset shades are inspiring awkward drool plus keyboard moments, the kind of moments you pray your mum won't walk in and catch you.
Refusing to be left behind in the patterned stakes, print mistress Diane Von Furstenberg bought a joyful explosion of colour to her runway, with a playfully sexy, carnivale mood. Likewise, Thakoon’s collection was a palette in full bloom, but with a more relaxed, retro picnic in the park vibe that was beset with a dash of ‘cooler than thou’ charm.
Now I’m warning you, you’re about to see a pattern emerge in my resort collections of choice, and it’s a pattern that’s pattern itself. I don’t know if it’s the drab Melbourne weather, but I can’t help but be drawn to all the bursting colour … like Phi’s electric slices of bold pink and blue, the colour laden resort collections are like magical butterflies flitting across a gloomy, cloud strewn sky.
Now, we all know Blair Waldorf is often inspired by Vena Cava, but I’m starting to think that Vena Cava is inspired by Blair Waldorf. As a Gossip Girl fanatic, this suits me just fine; in fact, if I were a New York upper east sider, I’d have one of everything, thanks. I doubt that a little Preen would go astray in a Gossip Girl’s wardrobe either- the edgy label offsets interesting shapes and layering with feminine colours and screams of elegant timelessness.
Purveyor of all things blog, brash and delightfully mismatched, Marc Jacobs gives my heart palpitations with some serious vintage Hollywood, cocktails-by-the-pool, glamour. Can anyone say diva’?