Pepper? Yes please!

So i've obviously been living under a rock to have only found this deliciously addictive blog!

I will never claim to have mad style or know everything about right now trends and how to work vintage, but i do read and lust over A LOT of fashion blogs. And my favourite ones are always ones where you can waste hours on looking and woo-ing and being inspired.

I'm a very visually driven person, I learn better by using visuals aids, I can memorise basically anything thats presented to me visually. I feel happier when surrounded by things I find aesthetically pleasing, and so to waste time looking through these beautiful blogs is not really a waste of time at all. 

The other big plus, SHES AN AUSSIE! Which makes me feel that her style is closer to home, ya know, more achievable. (does that make sense?) Its a recognizable thing, comforting to see Aussie products and brands throughout her profile, visiting Melbourne etc, feels a bit more real.

Anyway, I love her blog, and store, and collaberations etc. Check it out. 

Garry Pepper Vintage

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Old loves.

1. Natalie, 2. Stephen, 3. Rose, 4. Stephen, 5. Me, 6. Me, 7. Natalie.

Just some old photos that I've taken. Love.

That kind of boredom.

Have you ever had that kind of boredom/mundane unawareness that’s so mild that you seem to live with it for weeks on end without fully recognizing it? You always feel slightly off, like you’re out of alignment with any goals but its cruisey so you just keep with it? Then one day, it builds so fast and everything you read/watch/touch or interact with feels like its throwing everything you hate right in your face that you snap. You see it all over TV; every ad you watch is for a company or cause that you don’t believe in. Or yet another infomercial for a Snuggie/Ab King Pro/Zumba etc. Every newspaper article that you glance over either has some seriously stupid alliteration of pun about AFL heroes, or AFL players having a huge night on the town including violence and sexual harassment. (I don’t like AFL players, can you tell?) I mean everything that you seem to notice makes you notice more and more how bored and irritated you are. Then just like that, POP.

         What follows is usually a 1 minute-hour long spiel about how bored you are, what’s not right in your life, who’s not right in your life, what your doing wrong, what everyone else is doing wrong, why things cant be different, why don’t people care more about animals and less about sport and then finally asking for a solution to all your indoctrinated beliefs.

         Or is this feeling called clarity?