Pocky

And you haven't lived until you've tried Pocky.

I am utterly obsessed, the other true love I found myself scouring for in Japan. There's the original, then there's all the other wonderful flavours I had to hunt down, it was like a giant easter egg hunt across all of Japan.

Caramel Milk, Mens Pocky( odd yes?), Mix Berry, Strawberry, Banana Cake of Chocolate, Coconut, Custard cake of Strawberry.

And then, just when I thought I'd conquered all the Pocky flavours I found, GIANT Pocky.

Japanese magazines are where it's at.

Japanese magazines are where it's at.

I can't even begin to describe the variety of fashion magazines and content, the fashion styles and trends, as like Japanese fashion itself I guess. I spent more time scouring news agencies than I did all the extensive list of designer store shopping, my rationale was that I could buy all those things online, the magazines I had to have and while I could!

My already pushing it baggage limit was well exceeded by the time I had to return, lugging all these 'had to have' glossy glories.. Fruits, Vogue Nippon, Fudge.. Fruits, quickly becoming a favorite, especially because it was entirely pictorial and the language barrier played a part in being unable to utilise the feature articles in others, and because I have an inherent interest in street style. As with Harajuku itself, quickly became a favorable little place to spend my days. The street fashion itself wasn't as prominent as I had anticipated, the reputation it has vastly exceeds what it has to offer on a daily basis, don't get me wrong, there is some amazing things to be seen in terms of street style, but its not everywhere and everyone, or as obscure and typically 'Fruits' style as I'd imagined. I learnt that the hey day of the fruits ended in about 1999 with the reopening to traffic of a certain road where, on Sundays the Harajuku kids once congregated en masse, before this it was a mecca of crazy street style, the street style magazines creating celebrities of some of them, appearing again and again, but always on the lookout for the new looks and new styles, however the style as a whole never had enough integrity to take off as a movement, such as the punk movement. Its different it seems these days, the kids I saw dressed up and congregating on a Sunday were more 'emo' fashion victims that brilliant street style icons! I understand the whole Lolita and Goth things, but again, it wasn't the same -it was definitely 'emo'. On the actual streets though I saw some brilliant street style, and not just in Harajuku, not as plentiful and playful as I had expected, it was interesting to see how it works though, and the almost designated place where the photographers and all the hopeful street stylers congregate, hoping to get snapped.

But anyway, back to 'Fruits' -this magazine captures all the best bits, so here are some of my lovings from the mags I dragged home.

More on japan to come.

J.Pang

Im in Japan kittens, back soon!

Poison Ivy

Recently at work I have had a surprising number of people sourcing fancy dress costumes for parties, I swear this is the best part of my day, and maybe even get a little too involved, see I don't mind a good mustache or bad teeth or something gross or odd when dressing up, most people however, especially the female variety still want to look good and attractive to the male of the species. I guess I don't.

So when recently I've had a few say that they're off to a fancy dress party and that they're dressing as Poison Ivy, being the 90's child that I am, instantly pictured Drew Barrymore as Ivy in the 1992 movie Poison Ivy, with that awesome tattoo on her upper thigh, of which I couldn't manage to find and image of. But this is my image board of Poison Ivy. Unfortunately, there was some confusion on my part when they wanted nylon tricot mini dresses and I was leading them to the lace leggings - Oh of course, they were referring to the comic book character! But never mind, I'll keep my Poison Ivy fantasy alive right here. So totally wearable.

a little piece of home.

this is a little piece of what I call home. x

Imogen Barron.

Makes me smile. Australian fashion has sometimes had the tendency to imitate its foreign counterparts and be a little contrived. It has also tried to pretend it's best friends with other sub genres and failed miserably. Not here. This is awesome. Fashion and intelligence go hand in hand, and this is pure genius.

a destination, danzig and a dead man called dash.

Tallulah Morton shot by Bec Parsons and styled by Imogene Barron in Oyster #85

Third and Delaware

One interesting part of Fashion Week, is obviously the fashion that it brings to the forefront, but one must note how I came to this particular post. We remember him as 'David, Darlene's boyfriend', and for now his real name shall remain irrelevant, but 'David' was spotted at fashion week! Sadly sporting some charcoal suit and crisp shirt ensemble and slick hair to match his slick attire, but we'll forgive him for that, because he is 'David, Darlene's boyfriend,' and because it reminded me of Third and Delaware, fashion highlights from every single episode of Roseanne. I'm not kidding, this is brilliant, who comes up with this stuff! And what's so god damn good is how totally on point and relevant all this 90's fashion is now, I would happily parade all of these sartorial looks, unfortunately I can't say the same about some of the looks presented this recent Rosemount Australian Fashion Week, but Third and Delaware!

David’s Plaid Zip Hoody

Roseanne’s Rocky Mountain Vest!

Darlene’s Vest and Tee Shirt

DJ’s Denim Vest

Roseanne’s Kitty Cat Tee

Roseanne’s Peasant Dress

Roseanne’s Butterfly Shirt

Double Denim Dan