Acting like boy on a Sunday afternoon, my first reaction as I glanced past the mirror was militia space cadet. I like to mix up my galactic items with a touch of American warfare, you know just to keep the UN present. I wore my Topshop Unique puffy white number with a tartan skirt last week; talk about two hemispheres. In other news I bought another pair of winter shoes, meet the quad-buckle darling who joined my coven of black boots. These bat-like boots caught my eyes while sourcing for a shoot at the V&A Topshop, While doing my job(I was indeed) I casually brushed past a darker version of my white “MCQP” platform boots. Being black and with added buckles there was very little my wallet could do about the impeding doom. A swipe here, a spell there and the boots found their way into my house or heart as most people would say; except for the fact that my house means more than my heart. You see making your way into my heart means I will lust about you, think about you and possibly crave you. Making your way into my home means you conquered me right then and there. They have their own step on the shoestallation(aka made up word for shoe-installation) staircase. They got me in one moment.
Day 3 of Reunion started with a lighthouse, the sound of waves gushing against the pebble beach and a drive across the island to see the cauldron-like caldera & waterfalls at Cirque de Salazie. The roads were closed due to rock cliff cleaning, yes they do that, but our guide sweet talked us through for a quick look. The climate in the caldera is what I would imagine a South American rain forest to feel like, a warm jungle-like environment, super green with a moist air. It was breathtaking, especially the tiny winding roads we travelled along. We then visited the Bassin, being a Sunday we spotted many families have picnics & a braai or two! The Bassin trail looks similar to the King fisher trail in Wilderness it has that prehistoric energy. We waded in the ice cold water, flipping our Havianas back & forth.
I soon noticed small shrines all around the island. Two stood out at me Blue; which always had Mother Mary & Red which our guide said often represented an accident on the road and was placed there to calm the souls of those past, in hope they wouldn’t harm anyone. I thought so much of my mum and how she would find these shrines of such interest. Sent her a couple whatsapps and she was so excited. She has a spiritual obsession with ideas like this. We drove back down to the coast and had lunch at Brassiere; a rather eclectic mix of French & Indian food, and made our way back to the resort. Lorde’s latest album was on repeat and has since been my summer soundtrack. We got back and went straight for a swim, my entire body at this point has been annihilated by mosquito bites, so I popped an antihistamine and enjoyed an afternoon nap. We enjoyed a champagne- filled sunset on the beach and a Creol buffet.
Last year I wrote a piece about tarty tartan and it’s comeback to winter fashion for AFF, since then I have slowly watched it creep back into store. Tartan is like dirty old Scot, who is happiest the shorter the kilt – the higher the sock. His prints embody family names, tradition and that cheeky school-girl connotation. On the runway we have seen bundles of tartan, and a splash of check in full suits, shirts and my numero uno the tartan coat. I picked up a vintage KLuK CGDT trench in a tartan print a couple weeks ago, my darling Olga found it on one of her “let’s spend all the money we earn on clothes” hunt. I love it, am still in search of a wool version for winter. Tweet me if you see ANY! Holding thumbs that Zara will have one. I am big on matching prints, but breaking tartan up with a check is a great way to leave the house without matching the cushion covers. I wore this look for Mr Price last week. See the full post here.