




Fanny pack, belt pack, belly bag, Buffalo pouch, hip sack, hip pack, bum bag, moon bag; whatever you want to call it - the bum bag (for the sake of my UK base), is back.
Somewhere between 6 and 12 months ago (I can't quite remember but I do know it was prior to September S/S10 fashion month), I predicted, albeit to myself and Morgs, that bum bags would make a comeback. It may have been a power shoulder knocking me in the head, or the MC Hammer-inspired harem pants subconsciously telling me that a tote is entirely the wrong accessory; the epiphany came. And went. Damn, it would have been a good 'I told you so follow-up post', right?
Anyway, now we're post festivities and feverishly making way for the forthcoming trends (I am particularly partial to the sorbet colours which Burberry executed with all the sweetness of a Sunday sundae), it should come as no surprise that on page 29 of Vogue's February runway supplement, there appears to be 7, no less, bumbags all making a welcome return to the runway.

Studs, monogram, super-skinny belts, tassel trims; they're all there. And I love them. Oscar de la Renta paired an embroidered evening gown with a wrap-around pouch while Ashish off-set his 'Same Old Chic' sequined t-shirt (my new-season must have), with a metal studded leather number. Fantastic! Ok, their first incarnation was a bit of an eyesore and wasn't exactly the most stylish, but nor were shoulder pads, drop crotch trousers or batwing sleeve tops and look what happened last year. It's the new millennia makeover that's the key. Just think what Christopher Kane or Marc Jacobs could do to a shell suit?


With a simple clip, buckle or self-tie fastening, it's the hands free option which appeals to the urbanista. Never again will you have to juggle a champagne flute, canapé and iphone.
Embrace this irreverent trend head on I say. At least until the shell suit comes around.
Pictures - style.com, google images.


Monday evening and my Paris hen do has been and gone, leaving me with a hoarse voice and wonderful memories. The girls did me proud! In the past 48 hours i've flicked through racks of vintage Balmain, Chanel and Chloé and experienced the best show i've ever and possibly will ever see at the Lido on the Champs-Élysées.
Showgirls, cabaret and prancing ponies aplenty, there was sequins, beading, trouser suits reminiscent of Yves Saint Laurent circa 1990 and topless Parisian burlesque beauties! Lithe and impeccably turned out, the breast-baring beauties were high up on the table discussions with much adoration.
So with this in mind and while flicking through Alice in Wardrobe Wonderland, i wanted to do a post about the wonder of femininity and fashion and especially how nudity can be portrayed tastefully and polar opposite to a tabloid page 3.
Would you agree?
The shots below are from Vogue Australia and then Kate Moss who champions the top off to perfection.


Out in cinemas nationwide today, what's your favourite quote?





