the damage from way back when it mattered.

my packing skills only becomes less organised with each trip i go on. i fly out in a few hours and i'm still dawdling around. but before i go i had to post, because we all know how badly i articulate what i need to say in real life, so i shall write my thoughts out with the aid of my thesaurus.

it's been less than a year since i went on my first world adventure. i caught the disease from a few gypsies i'd been spending too much time with at the time, and here i find myself at the airport again. to think, that once upon a time i was made to believe that traveling had to be saved for marriage life. nah. not me. my life consists of inconsistent relations, impulse buying and temporary highs but at the end of the day, i'm still doing what i want to do, right or wrong. i'm off to catch up with some friends around the world, but i know i'll always come home to family. 

peace.

photo credit: Rennan Dizon, Camden Markets London 2012

day before yesterday.

thirty-two days roaming, five pit stops, one big earth. twelve familiar faces, a handful of new homies, two comedy acts, one game of buffalo. seven galleries, thousands of masterpieces, a big appreciation for art and design. hundreds of bloggers, one Sartorialist. three Aussie artists, one iconic venue. miles traveled, memories captured, Mona Lisa sited, much more to discover. a full memory card of inspiration, endless possibilities, a string of thoughts to sort through, but one very happy Maie who said she could...

i left a trace of black around the world, my way of saying thanks for having me, and i'll be back one day!

my black satchel in the streets of Hamadayama, Tokyo (next to a vending machine) | my ten year old Docs along the curbs of Brixton, London | a sketch for the lovely Frenchie who welcomed us into her home at the Latin Quarter, Paris | my bandana on a bench at Bryant Park, New York | and my art attack blazer on the balcony of Adelaide Hostel, San Francisco.

as amazing as this world is, after seeing all the different cultures, fashion and sites it has to offer, i'm more than happy to come back home to beautiful Sydney. so many people wish they could do what we just did. and there's no reason why they can't. living and working here, we have so much freedom compared to the rest of the world. the inspiration tour doesn't end here. i've caught the travel bug now :)

Get the London look.

LFW Somerset | Christopher Ciccone shoe launch | Big Ben | side alley instagraming | house party |
Jefferson Hack and Rankin, Dazed & Confused exhibition.

just about to leave London town. it’s been a busy 8 day stay. there was a lot more to see here, fashion wise, compared to Paris. the British men were pristine, while the teens exuded a very punk culture. a lot of different characters to see out on the streets and interesting conversations to eavesdrop on in the tube.

department stores are amazing here, especially Harrods, Liberty and Selfridge, and not to mention the Topshop/Topman flagship store. it’s a whole different ball game when it comes to visual merchandising and styling. i had a lot to learn. visited a lot of modern museums. had some good times over lobster and drinks with some old friends from back then, as well as meeting a bunch of interesting creative people who are now part of my networking circle.

in the meantime, our flight out to Geneva is delayed and we will probably most certainly miss our connecting flight to NY. sucks to be us right now.

18/09/12