Cactus Country

I’ve always been entranced by the intrigue of the desert. But being subordinate to the beach and bush terrain of Victoria I hardly visit it. I mean what girl owns a pair of cow boy boots (legitimately) and doesn’t once sprinkle them with the hot red dust lining the desert…

Bleach Blue.

Sometimes I get that not so fresh feeling. You know that feeling when you rise at 1 after a big night, sniff a t-shirt on the floor and throw on an old pair of jeans. Trust me, regardless of what you might tell yourself, when you’re having a day like…

Release The Hounds.

There’s something oddly comforting about wearing a jacket that looks like the plastic covers the anal housewives of Queen’s use to protect their couch. Compliments I imagine are all the more free flowing when something’s shiny and flammable. It just exudes sophistication, people can’t resist it. In my opinion there’s really…