Billy is totally my lover!

Michael Jackson may not have wanted Billie Jean as his lover...
But then again Billie Jean was probably not a completely lustworthy bag.

The Billy bag is one of Jerome Dreyfuss' classics

For those of you who don't know Jerome Dreyfuss...shame and many fashionistic stones on you...Quick summary: He's a bit of an under the radar legend. French naturally. Married to Isabel Marant...naturally. And he makes sublime bags all named after boys. Obviously he read my mind for the need for a constant arm companion...only in the softest cushiest leather ever...and with mini-flashlights in the pockets so that...you can actually find all the crap you've thrown into your bag and lost...I found a long-lost lipgloss the other day...but that's a story for another time.

Evidently - only stratospherically cool people walk around with Jerome Dreyfuss bags nonchalantly hanging off their arms. Mainly because most people don't actually know them when they see them...

R: 'Oh my god...is that a Jerome Dreyfuss bag?'

J: 'Uhh...yes...'

R: 'Can I cuddle it?'

J: 'I guess...if I can steal your soon-to-be-owned Boyy bag...'

And here it is...one of my most lusted over squeezes...

Michael would totally be singing a different tune...

Love

xo

Bec

Old School Luxury

I love seeing people who make an effort to wear something beautiful to a rather boring place like uni every day.
That's one of the things I love most about Sam, there's always something about the outfits he puts together that makes me want to drool...whether it be a piece of McQueen jewellery, a really well cut shirt...or some really classic luxe Tod's loafers that totally combine the comfort of sublime materials and craftsmanship with style that never really goes out of fashion.

The quietly luxe piece for your own enjoyment...meant to be appreciated by a well-trained eye.

A classy man after my own heart.

Love

xo

Bec

A Virgin Suicides Type World

Like a Virgin...
No don't fret...I wasn't about to break out into a horrible rendition of Madonna...





Every time I see Stefanie, I want to get a photo of her immediately (this morning included with her giant black scarf, simple white V-neck and her leather jacket)...

I've been a bit obsessed with this top of hers (apparently stolen from her sister) for quite some time.
It's simple and just a bit Virgin Suicides and ingenue-esque but the detail is quite amazing.

My favourite thing about it is that you have to look a bit closer to see the beauty.

Totally inspirational, rather like the girl herself.

Love

xo

Bec

He Who Weareth McQueen

A little bit Western, a little bit Punk...
Very Alexander McQueen...

Love

Bec

xo

Spotted

Call it my fascination with all things to do with the jungle and big cats (and no I don't watch Cougar Town for the record)...but I'm just a little bit obsessed with leopard print at the moment.

Obsessed but terrified at the same time because it brings bad memories of my socialite aunty during her early 90s heyday where she was channelling Dynasty and the heady 80s in all the wrong ways (and someone had forgotten to tell her that the decade had changed) I don't think she's noticed yet...for the record.

Leopard can be stunning but incredibly difficult to pull off without looking like aforementioned aunty and a tacky poster child for the excessive 80s (no not neon...I'm thinking shoulder pads and giant bling). Which is why when I saw Kristen in this outfit I just had to get a photo.

On her (and she is a truly gorgeous girl...all damn olive skin, dramatic hair et al), leopard takes on a more subdued urban hue (due to the muted colours of her Sass & Bide top) but still makes for a great statement piece amidst the simplicity of the rest of her outfit. It's the way to be a big cat in the urban jungle so to speak...

More than anything, I'm now tempted to give in to my wild side...maybe tigers are next? Maybe...

Rawr

Love

Bec

xo

The Cougar Within

The supremely awesome big cat bracelet which looks like the beyond awesome jewellery love child of Cartier and Erin Wasson's Low-Luv line...

It's like the grunge version of your grandmother's scary but secretly covetable animal bling...
I may or may not have stolen it for a weekend before Jen sadly realized her big cat was missing from her arm...
Alas, it was fun while it lasted...

xo

All Beat Up & Beautiful...

If only we all had one-of-a-kind "I am a gloriously eternal chic student" beat up satchels...


Major bag love.

Love

xo

Bec