Ruby Rose (fashion designer) we Love You!

Honestly I have said it before and I will say it again. If you want to see a fashion show; well for goodness sake, watch and maybe take notes because if you try taking pictures you will see nothing at all!

This was proven to me yet again after the Ruby Rose 'Alley-Way' show when speaking to one of the lovely ppl from Milk & Honey I commented on the absence of the Flannel Shirt on the runway. What is it that Hommer Simpson does after coming out with a clanger; Doh! Of course everything Ruby (who by the way is really nice and really lovely) was wearing is from her range; and, there it was when I was going through the pictures... Flannel shirt under denim jacket with black slashed jeans. Hot or what!

I think instead of taking a friend with me as my +1, in future I will take a photographer trained in the dark arts of blurry runway shots as-only-Street-Fashion-Sydney can do them. That way I can enjoy the parade more and get a better idea of just whats going on.



















This was an incredibly laid back event, we had four alleys at Strike Bowling Bar Moore Park. Three for doing all manner of ball tossing (the models were particularly good at it post parade) and one for the runway show, possibly a first?

Ruby's range Sexy and Edgy, clearly has all the Classics and Basics covered for a night out on the town and if you are naughty, a not too out-of-place trip home next morning in the same gear... I love it, well its a wild world out there people!

Thanks to Ruby Rose, Milk & Honey & the equally lovely people from Saunders & Co PR.

Sartorial Splendor in The Rocks Sydney

This is certainly my kind of Australian style. The real deal, no pretending, no faking. And as you can see, time is kind to those with their own sense of style. This gentleman started asking me where I was from from as I was photographing my legs in a window reflection. I kid you not; but, he was more than happy to pose for me for the blog for which I am very much obliged.



Spotted while shooting location shots in The Rocks, Sydney Australia. Just up near the Lord Nelson Hotel.

Lisa Blue & Whales Call Too..

Well when I received the invitation for this launch I immediately wondered "how will they pull-off a launch at the Andrew Boy Charlton pool?" I had visions of Femme fatale models swimming laps while we Fashionista types sipped our Champagne (or was that Australian sparkling white wine I forgot to check) and puffed away on long impossibly thin cigarettes while shielding ourselves from the blinding-white harbour-light; as we stood, watching, on the old concrete bleachers that were (yes were) such an Iconic part of the Old-Boy Charlton pool.

Yes you are right, I had forgotten its all been renovated! And years ago at that; so no such fate awaited us or the quiver of models who where there to strut their stuff for the Lisa Blue swim label 2012 collection! Two thousand and twelve! And I was just getting used to 2011. This was the launch but if you were not there, fear not; come Rosemount Fashion Week you can can get a look too, but till then here is my (special custom blurry) look at a mere six of the many suits we saw on the day.













[As you may notice I managed to find myself a nice picture taking pozzie where I was able to get the old Garden Island crane in some shots too! I so love that crane; note to self, organise a fashion shoot at Garden Island Navy base, maybe something with a military theme... Keep idea to self!]

Lisa Blue - Call of the Whale is more than just a name, 25% of profits are going to saving Whales and Dolphins so you get your swimmers and you get to help the ocean's biggest people you love at the same time. Not sure if anyone has done something as bold as that before but there you go. I like the idea!

For more info, etc click Lisa Blue here.

Thanks to Faith & everyone at RAW Fashion Agency, you guys rock!

St Peters - Barcelona-South Newtown

A tale of two (private) parties...

Well I wanted to title this (and I could have) 'St Peters Sur Barcelona' but I thought "no thats far too wanky!" Still the whole point of this blog is that it seems that tiny tiny not-clubs, not-bars that host private parties are popping up as kinda pop-up clubs! Now I know that the Mayor of Sydney City has been trying to make Sydney cool like Melbourne (will this Syd-Melbs thing ever stop?) with laneway bars and small bars etc but lets face it the coolest parties of all were and it seems still are the kind of party you have in your own house! Welll at least if you are that sort of cool person who can pull off that sort of party!

Back in the day when Jo was still in power and I was still at art school we used to judge a parties success by the number of police that were sent to shut it down... I think the all time top party I attended was over 10 cars and it was just a tiny party-I think the moral is don't set up a band in the backyard on Thursday night just 5 min from the cop shop.

That was a great party and its nice to see that this policing tradition is alive and well though I must say that the NSW Police service seem much nicer than their QLD counterparts of olden times. Yes both these parties were asked to keep it down but keep on going; well I am not surprised as St Peters, May St or otherwise is pretty damn industrial anyway.

In fact Party One was so like a time warp back to the 80's its was almost possible to believe I had once again slipped through one of those time warp thinggies. It was all 45's on a single 80's turntable, mid 70's Sony Amp looking pretty cool and sounding great. People smoking, drinking... A PARTY! the only giveaway that I had not traveled back in time was the Chilean DJ was not adhering to the 'correct' politics of Pop music. As danceable as all the selections where I keep finding myself thinking, "you can't play that song after that one, thats just not right" again and again!



Party One














Party Two










So last Saturday night I had an awesome time attending one party then crashing another. Everyone was so so nice, the music was great but one of the coolest things of all was that it was all happening in the decidedly uncool toilet-block-of-the-world down St Peters way. Oh the times they are a changin! St Peters now has some Barcelona-Bar-like places... That said, if there are any Real Estate agents reading this, Waterloo & Alexandria are not the Eastern Suburbs. Just sayin !~)

Cheers, see you way down South...

Peter Elfes, Desert and Water & MY NEW SHIRT !~)

And if you want to know why Peter is wearing such a lovely lairy shirt you should definitely get along to see his photographs of Lake Eyre and the Tirari Desert. It all makes perfect sense.




"The Arrival", photography exhibition at Palm House Sydney Botanic Gardens.
This major exhibition by photographer Peter Elfes documents his journey
across Lake Eyre and the Tirari Desert in South Australia.

28 January 9 February 2011,
Location: Palm House, Royal
Botanic Gardens, Sydney 2000

www.peterelfesphotography.com

Two Becks Please!

Spotted digging for their tickets for the Beck's Bar at Hyde Park Barracks on Saturday evening...



Loving the detail on the sleeve(s) of the blue dress, which was what caught my eye.

Silly Season Portraits

Yes it is the season to be silly. Just add Music and lots and lots of drinks & bingo! There you have it. I took theses shots against my favorite wall though really I suppose I could have taken them almost anywhere. Much of the music on the night supplied by a Nokia phone transmitting directly into my FM tuner... WTF! "Thats why I got this model" Oh yeah!!! Sure beats the hell out of turning up with your old C-90 party tapes for those of you who can remember... And if you think there is a bit of a Latin American feel to the visage of most of these portraits (there certainly was to the music) well, you may just be right.

















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