Tag Archives: lifestyle

Perhaps not to be is without your being

26 Jun

I’m breaking the silence with Pablo Neruda… using his words to bridge the gap I’ve made between myself and you, my dear reader.

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.

Pablo Neruda
Forgive my protracted silence?
xx

art when words won’t do

30 Apr

Well hello there my lovely reader! Thanks for dropping by!

Lately, I have rediscovered the healing powers of art, of creativity.

I want to share with you a work I created last week when I was feeling particularly sad. I was about to dive into the icecream and have a fantastic wallowing session (wonderful, in its place), when my sister sent me message telling me to paint instead of dwell in sadness.

Here it is (and wherever he is, I hope he is happy, and exploring great things).

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Life is exhausting, so take time out — even half an hour — to do what you love  and devote all of your mind to it. Turn off your phone (god forbid) and shut out the rest of your world. So many things and people demand our constant attention: put that on hold, and create something directly from the heart.

Bisous xxx

P.S. Marten has taken a trip for a while, but I’m expecting him back home in the next few days… Can’t wait for his battered old Saab to come rolling down the street. I’ll keep you posted. x

Girl Next Door Went A’Walking

15 Apr

When my manager told me she was attending an “Elvis-themed wedding in Vegas” (in a word: fabulous), I knew I had to design her outfit.

We decided to channel an early 1960s feel with a chic pencil skirt and neck tie; the only guideline I was given was it had to be green. Drawings were done, fabrics sampled and after fittings in the middle of several busy work shifts, I produced the finished product.

I only had three weeks to make the thing, as well as continuing my full-time study and part-time job. But even at 3am, at the sewing machine trying to handle the 100% silk fabric, I kept repeating my mantra: “Make it with love”.

So here it is, the first commission: designed and constructed (with love) by Cait&Marten.

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Model: Charlotte Photography and styling: Cait&Marten. Thankyou also to the Sarah Cottier Gallery in Paddington, exhibiting the beautiful artwork of Huseyin Sami.

If you have any queries or commissions for your own, bespoke designs, leave a comment below and Cait&Marten will happily, enthusiastically contact you.

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But most importantly, don’t forget to MAKE IT WITH LOVE!

the imperfection

31 Mar

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As I type, I listen to Playground Love by Air. It makes me want to float away, drinking a martini in the bath, hair clinging to the condensation of my face.

I am in Sydney again, after being in Bowral (my hometown, southwest of here) for several hours. I bought a new book.

On the train, reading this new book, the phrase caught my attention and held it:

It’s the imperfection of actual life.

Yes! yes!

It’s the imperfection of actual life.

I am tired of fashion’s tendency to omit this imperfection. Tired of some fashion and lifestyle blogs that present the idea that beauty is perfectly polished and well-kept (“here’s the latest nail colour, the best skin care, this is what I’m wearing today from this shop, this shop and this shop”). Tired of the refusal to admit that much of life is full of tired eyes, nail-bitten fingers, bad colour combinations and — god forbid — boredom.

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I’m tired of the idea that an enriched life must be busy, full and always glamorous. Bloggers never blog about the mundane (obviously). But because of that, there’s the pervading idea that a successful, fashionable life is one that is constantly stimulated, a perpetual high-point, a series of brunches, lunches, dates and dining: all in the finest Celine and Louboutins.

But isn’t there something to be said for the “unglamorous”? Can’t beauty be found there too?

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We forget about the beauty in silence, the beauty in darkness.

The importance of behaving, moving and dressing with no regard for cyberspace (that facebook persona we’ve all been conned into creating), or street photographers or that horrible pretence of “fashionable”.

How real are we being? How much of our lives are lived for other people, and how much of that is surface-value?

For me? Far, far too much. But it’s come on slowly: none of us would consciously choose to live our lives according to the dictates of those around us. But we do all want to be liked and approved of, and in order to do that we subconsciously decide to talk, dress, live in the way of those we want approval from.

Ugh. I’m so tired of facades, and pretence.

I want the imperfection of actual life. My actual life. From here on, there’ll only be real.

Instead, I’m looking for beauty in the everyday, even in the boring. Even though I’m a fashion student, I’m not interested in what’s “fashionable” right now. I’m interested in genuine style and personal expression, dictated by nobody but the wearer.

The imperfection of actual life.

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