Sunday, 9 February 2014


Wearing:  Roxy Hat, Zimmermann Shirt, Lioness Shorts, Vintage Bag, Rollie Brogues

It's always been floral print.  No other print has ever held the same allure for me.

And I'm not talking dainty, nondescript petals either. I'm discussing big, vivacious, dramatic blooms.  So bold and outrageous that they exist in a perpetual state of instability, teetering on the precipice of overt gaudiness, balancing on a beam thats exact destination cannot be precisely determined by anyone.

Not that I'm one to discriminate.  I'll take floral print in any of its permutations, gaudiness not withheld.

I'm unsure when exactly my fixation on floral print began. Perhaps it was in the early stages of my childhood, when my Mum would dress me in coordinated floral crop top and shorts, not unlike the ensemble to which the shorts you see above belong. Or maybe it was during my 'hippie' phase at the tender age of 12 when, for an entire year I donned nothing but environmental slogan t-shirts and floral maxi skirts; taking immense pride in my collection of long, beaded necklaces.  Thankfully, all that remains of this sartorial era in my life is a continued love for all things floral and a hippie-esque tendency to neglect any leg-shaving endeavours for as long as is hygienically forgivable.

No matter when my floral fetish began, it is an unappeasable addiction that has become inextricable from my sartorial identity.

I've never been the type of girl who particularly appreciates flower bouquets on display.  I prefer my flowers on my person at all times.

Photography: Deneale Sanders


  1. Lovely print on print outfit :)

  2. Love the look..