Every day, now with a soundtrack!

May 24, 2010

You asked for it, so here it is.

Every outfit of every day of the Year of Denim now with matching and very appropriate soundtrack.

Special thanks to Marty Rhone’s “Mean Pair of Jeans” slightly butchered.


Post Denim Party picture fest

May 2, 2010

Wow.

Thanks for coming to my end of the Year of Denim Party. You all looked amazing, filling my house to over flowing with denim.

I got up this morning (shattered) to find every surface smeared with either bright blue icing or blue curacao. Everything sticky, and food EVERYWHERE! So much food! Too much food. Cakes all over the place everywhere, denim climbing the walls, bottles strewn around the place (inside and out) and me feeling not right. At all.

But what a night! I had a great time all because of YOU!

Special thanks to Schappylle Scragg for bringing her beautiful self all the way from Smellbourne (her word not mine).

Don’t think I am capable of writing much more today. On to the party picture fest…

Year of Denim cakes, after the party

This is what the cakes looked like today

Once again, I thank you all for your hard work eating and drinking etc last night. And FYI FiGi is a party ANIMAL!!!!


Day 328: Tuesday 23 March

March 23, 2010

What has shocked me most in wearing double/triple/quadruple denim every day for the past nearly 11 months is how little criticism I have received. I assumed there was heaps of hate out there for double denim, ala the rock’n’roll tracksuit or the Canadian tuxedo. That’s what you get for reading and believing fashionistas.

But honestly, the worst comment  have received was to my face where a work colleague said “That is the most revolting thing I have ever seen”. He was talking about this outfit worn way back in the early days of the Year of Denim in June 2009…

Stonewash 1980s style denim overalls, pretty pukey

Anyway, today it’s a first for me, and perhaps in the world??? White double denim!

It's good karmas to wear white double denim, pink Buddha says so

Top: White denim jacket, ready for some dirt

Bottom: White denim Spykar jeans, also waiting for something filthy

Accessory: Denim bag with fluoro decals to jazz up my monochrome look


Day 303: Friday 26 February

February 26, 2010

Today I really do feel like I am enacting some woman hating task set by that misogynist Jay Manuel from America’s Next Top Model (ANTM).

Noted mysoginist Jay Manuel from America's Next Top Model

Mr Jay (as opposed to Miss J) is the director of the photo shoots. He gets the skinny teenage girls crawling around piles of elephant poo while tarantulas crawl on their heads meanwhile telling them to look beautiful, relax, look like a model, extend your neck, smile, don’t smile, look happy, sad, mad, glad.

So today’s ANTM chore is to clean up cat vomit while looking gorgeous, glamorous and seductive. I think I have managed all of those whilst concurrently looking like I need to chuck. But no need to panic, I smell clean where it counts…

Cinders scrubs up the puke, cat looks on

Top: A return to the classics today, with a Levi’s jacket, weathered by someone in Newcastle

Bottom: To complete a true double denim look I am wearing Ben Sherman jeans. I’ve tried on a few pairs of Levi’s 501s etc but they make me look like I’m packing

Accessory: To soften the look I am toting the Dragstar light denim bag


Day 300!! Tuesday February 23

February 23, 2010

Red hot announcement

Today is my 300th day of denim…
Come join me for some cocktails and light refreshments
From 6pm at The Summit

To quote the website “A venue of international style”

Level 47, 264 George Street, down by Wynyard

300 days of denim… Today it feels like 300 degrees of denim and that’s heat not separation.

One would think I have a special outfit put aside to mark this moment in the Year of Denim. But I don’t. I DO have a sample of choice items yet to appear on YoD. But really, this weather, I’d rather be 100% nude than even contemplate jeans and a jacket.

Here’s hoping that cool change comes through by the time it’s time for me to make my grand denimy appearance at the Summit (did I tell you it rotates?!).

What would be even better is for a huge electrical storm to sweep across Sydney as I am slowly sipping a mock(or cock)-tail around 6.30, acting as a dramatic backdrop to the huge gathering of 3 people keen to celebrate 300 days of denim.

Fingers crossed I get excited with the 200 studs I bought yesterday and get bedazzling for tonight’s outfit.

Here’s what I am wearing in the meantime…

300 days of denim wearing

To mark 300 days of denim I wear same old same old

Top: Ivy chambre vest, the lightest one I own

Bottom: Junk cut-offs cos they were hanging off the end of the bed

Accessory: Denim birkies

Spinning evening update

I’ve been, I’ve spun, I saw Sydney slowly revealing herself beneath me. And of course my camera battery crapped out before I got  a chance to photograph myself AT The Summit.

Luckily I took a quick snap as I was preparing myself in the bedroom…

Me, my boobs and my stomach prepare for an outting

Top: First time even on YoD ‘Burcul’ brand ( Ihave no idea where it’s from, old or new, vintage or made in China) bolero style denim jacket with bonus plummeting neckline and extra bonus gut reveal. I ended up wearing a t-shirt underneath for modesty on the train and it was so cold at The Summit (it’s always cold at the top) I left it on

Bottom: A bolero top matched with my thick waist requires a high pant. So it was a toss up between the Dragstar high waisted flares and these Landlubbers. The Landlubbers won because I can get the button done up

Accessory 1: Denim wedgies. I cheated here too and wore thongs to Australia Square, changing into the wedgies at … The Summit. And didn’t my thongs look tawdry poking out the top of my bag

Accessory 2: Denim bustier style handbag, from the fashion House of Trix. Isn’t it awesome? Have a close up…

Bustier bag, back and front. Ace!

And yes, I really did make it to The Summit. Here’s un-Photoshopped proof…

Look carefully to see the bridge, the big boat and the Opera House

The Summit's glamorous interior, with YoD guests in mid table move

It was an intimate group of denim lovers who came together at The Summit for some canapes. I started with mock then moved to a cock-tail. Sydney wasn’t really at it’s best as the sun was cunningly concealed by a drab grey cloud cover, and we didn’t really witness any stunning sunset action or eletrcial storm light show.

However, I still love the Summit, even though at first I thought I wwas going to be cock/mocktailing (sorry I can’t stop saying and writing mock cocktail) on my own.

Special thanks to the select group who made the effort to climb to the 47th floor to help me mark 300 days of denim.


Day 263: Sunday 17 January

January 17, 2010

Yesterday started off miserable, but through the efforts and sage advice of other people, friends and professionals, it improved quite considerably through the day.

I met Fattyboombsticks at Eveleigh Markets, checked out the reasonably interesting and very moving work by Lynette Wallworth at Performance Space.

While I was in the dark, quiet, somber installation I get a phone call from Mayhem. She’s at the Love Hotel. Shooting porn. With her close personal friend Schappylle Scragg, with Nana Scragg also in attendance, although I don’t think Nana actually lived through her photo shoot.

Anyways. Schappylle was kind enough to do a double denim spread. I managed to catch a few photos of her in action with some beautiful ladies, LaDonna and Sonic Yootha.

I also grabbed some video footage very like the Lynette Wallworth installation.  Moving, somber, meaningful, emotional. But I can’t get it to load, so it might have to wait till tonight. In the meantime, here are some touching photographs from a very lovely, heartfelt experience…

Wild at heart, pretty as a picture. From left to right: LaDonna, Schappylle Scragg, porn photographer Uncle Kev and Sonic Yootha

I read my new denim covered book (thanks heaps LaDonna), Schappylle acts as double denim footrest

Actually Schappylle works better this way, then I have something to rest my beer on... her arse nicely wrapped in jeggings

So after the Love Hotel, which, by the way, was a pretty amazing place. An empty motel in the heart of Sydney, weeds everywhere, weird empty rooms, weird people roaming around, a lot of dress-ups, make-up, nudity, faux nudity, and a certain scuzziness you just don’t come across too often in Sydney anymore, what with our renovation, urban upgrade obsessions.

Then I went to the Indian Bollywood extravaganza out at Parramatta. A very family friendly contrast to the Love Hotel. Except for the huge number of police.

What were they expecting? White supremacists? Anti-Australian riots?

A popular sight at the A.R.Rahmen concert, police

That was yesterday, and really I should stick it in yesterday’s blog. But I couldn’t be arsed. Here’s today’s stunning picture…

I prepare myself mentally for the bike ride to work

Top: Not worn in ages Moji denim shirt, blending seamlessly with…

Bottom: Ben Sherman jeans which blend seamlessly with…

Accessory 1: Denim shoulder bag

Accessory 2: No blending needed with the Hannah Montana denim bike helmet. Safety first I say


Day 252: Wednesday 6 January

January 6, 2010

Aaaah Sydney. Such a temperate clime. So moderate and pleasant.

What I really mean is ‘Hurrah! I can wear jeans again!’. In other good news Sydney’s high today of 25 degrees means I can wear a t-shirt and not a singlet, and a waistcoat without sweating like a football player. All of which means you passionate followers of YoD won’t have to look at my upper arms today at least.

The last 2 weeks away north have been a gruelling fashion event for YoD. The heat and humidity in Queensland and the north coast of NSW resulted in me being unable to wear over two thirds of the clothes I brought with me. So I apologise for my lack of foresight and limited clothing range for the past fortnight.

Hopefully I can rectify the past with some stunning new looks… maybe I’ll start tomorrow. Or the day after, or even the day after that…

Anyways, here I am with my charity shop holiday haul. Amongst this pile is something I have been in a desperate search for since time immemorial when the Year of Denim started on April 30 2009. Try to guess what it is…

Trash or treasure? I think of it as booty

Top: Dragstar vest, how I’ve missed you

Bottom: Very pleasant to wear JayJay’s lightweight jeans

Accessory: Go on have a guess…. what is my new longed for accessory that I can almost giurantee I will have on me at all times? Vote in the poll….


Another ‘thing (not denim) I was absolutely stoked (ancient surfer term meaning thrilled, excited, very very happy) to find was this…

People get ready for the Year of the Bottle Cutter

Yes! At last a K-Tel Bottle Cutter kit for the bargain price of 50c (I love Port Macquarie oppies). Unfortunately the most crucial piece seems to be missing, the blade that does the cutting! Of course I only realised this once I got home and excitedly got the Bottle Cutter out to fiddle with only to notice the missing element.

Back to my most needed mystery item. I hope you (all 7 of you) have voted in the poll. So here it is, that thing YoD needs most of all in YoD’s honest opinion…

The holy grail of denim accessories... the denim wallet

I sense some eye rolling out there. Well fuck tha lotta youse, I’m washing the dog and taking my NEW DENIIM BLUE JEANS WALLET to Woolies