The moon walks her lonely way

It has been a long week and I am very tired; too tired to even apologise for wearing another black dress. The best I can do is to try and soften the blow of monotony with a truly excellent rabbit. 

The painting reads, "The search for evidence". I love the look on the rabbit's face as it digs. I love this dress too - it was an ultra cheapie from Target. The tights are Wolford, the shoes are Aerosoles (and wildly comfortable) and the if the rabbit doesn't distract you ...

... maybe the jewellery will. The smaller pendant is from Tiffany and was a gift from Mr Baxter a few years ago. The larger pearly disc is from a vintage clothing store in a northern Sydney suburb. 

The earrings are old timers too, and feature jet set in gold. I bought them at the Alameda Markets in San Francisco last month. It has occurred to me that I could hop a plane tomorrow, make those magnificent markets with time to spare and get back in time for meetings on Tuesday.  No, really, it's perfectly feasible. I could sleep on the plane. 


What are you plotting for the weekend? 

The nomination for the two blackest dresses

I woke up this morning wondering what colour patchouli lipstick might actually be. Patchouli is a very dark oily colour but this lipstick is much more gentle and very wearable. 

I'd already allocated my day's worth of mental elasticity to the lipstick so had to make my wardrobe choices quick and easy, which is code for black: 

The dress is from Gap on Rodeo Drive (you have no idea how much the irony of that pleases me), the tights are from Wolford and the shoes are from Aldo (and part of my most recent haul).  

The pendant is from a vintage clothing store in Haight-Ashbury. My learned friend, who has now what can only be described as a free range lens farm,  has managed to create a photo that appears to have been shot in daylight but is in fact in my office. I don't know how he did that. 


Nat was out in solidarity with me in black, but more as a sartorial nod to the Oscars. Her dress is Marc Jacobs, the tights are Wolford too and the shoes are Chie Mahara. 

I came back to 812 emails. By the time I left this evening I had it down to 33. Email is no doubt one of the great enhancements to modern business but not so much as the delete key. 


And on the way home, we planned our next trip for (hopefully) January. Same hemisphere, different country. 

I've always liked that dress on you

She kept singing, in a preoccupied way, while she gave close attention to her lips and eyelashes. Then she was silent and held her breath as she drew on the new dress. It was good to her. There was a reason for the cost of those perfectly plain black dresses. She stood looking at herself in the mirror with deep interest, as if she watched a chic unknown, the details of whose costume she sought to memorize. 


- Dorothy Parker
The Lovely Leave

So tell me ... which fictional character's wardrobe do you admire? 

It's there in black and white

 All the lady blogs are currently celebrating the bloggingsphere's love of coloured clothes. The best I can celebrate at the moment is  that I'm awake, able to answer simple questions and managing to feed myself at regular intervals. Coloured clothes are, as yet, still outside my skill set: this week I've worn a plain black dress every day. Today, muggy and blurred by clouds, was no exception.

That's a Veronika Maine dress from the sales two years ago. The brooches are both flea market finds ...

..the shoes are Ferragamos I snaffled for an excellent price on eBay...

..and the cuff is Louis Vuitton. It was a gift when the Vuitton store opened in Sydney a decade ago. It serves as a reminder that I once worked in television and used to get invited to some interesting gigs with nice freebies. 

 

Tomorrow - possibly black dress number four. I haven't quite got to the planning-twelve-hours-ahead stage yet.