Saturday, December 7, 2013

The great American road trip, part deux.

Why I used French in a title for an American road trip I do not know, my limited ability to speak foreign tongues saddens me but the few words I do know I will throw out there shamelessly to seem more mysterious and well travelled. Now to the great American road trip, the thing about this is that the second instalment actually takes us to Mexico - how's that for throwing a spanner in the works - as last I left you I promised to write from there. That has officially become a lie, not a planned one, but I am currently back home in Melbourne writing this.

Destination Playa Del Carmen, Mexico. What a crazy little place it is! We didn't sleep on our last night in New Orleans, what with the early flight and travellers budget why pay for a bed for the night? Instead we hung about on the hostel couches for as long as possible before getting to the airport to check in, may I add that they say to arrive three hours before your flight when flying internationally yet the check in gate wasn't even staffed until two hours before! The nerve. Whatever I was going to Mexico to lay on a beach, I shan't complain. We arrived in Cancun around 11am and breezed through customs, jumped on an ADO and arrive in Playa Del Carmen around an hour later. After checking into Hostel Che (awesome!) we dropped our luggage, got our bikini's on, hit up Walmart for sunscreen and finally hit the beach - conveniently located five minutes from the hostel. Boom.

I won't go over ever little detail of the trip, but I will say that I ate beans and rice everyday with a side of guacamole and it never got old. We also spent a lot of time on the beach watching the sunset from fabulous hand woven seats with giant Pina Coladas in hand, a band performing behind us and the waves crashing in front. It really is paradise. The nights were crazy no matter what day of the week; dancing, shots, and walking the beach as the sun rose hand in hand with a boy named Simone...

After not making it there due to insane tropical weather back in 2008, I finally saw the Mayan Ruins of Tulum, very impressive living quarters they had for themselves with a knockout view of the pure blue shores beneath and pet lizards EVERYWHERE. From the ruins we hit up Akumal to snorkel, lucky for us it was green turtles hatching season and we didn't have to go far to find ourselves swimming with a few of the big guys - no tour necessary we paid $5 for a snorkel/goggle kit and swam out ourselves - we were overwhelmed with excitement and awe to almost be able to touch them. The next day we went to Isla Mujeres (The Island of Women) and unfortunately our luck turned as it belted down rain, so much so that the streets were flooded and it became quite the mission to get from Playa to Cancun to the ferry to the Island. Nevertheless we made it, and managed a walk about the Island before it rained again and we decided to utilise Hostel Poc Na's bar setup for the evening. Needless to say we were more than happy to get back to Playa the next morning. Bringing us to our last day in Mexico, it rained for the most of it but that didn't stop up from doing a souvenir shop and hitting the clubs for one last hoorah. I may or may not have still been drunk when going to the airport in the morning.

I've got to say it felt good to get back to New York after partying harder than I had all year in Mexico, I was ready to get to our little apartment in the East Village and sleep for about a year, or you know at least one good nights rest. The apartment we scored on air bnb was fabulous! A real artists den, we both felt inspired in the space. I can't stress enough how damn good it felt to cook a meal in the kitchen too, as much as I love Mexican food I was dying for some broccolini. Our second stint in NY consisted of shopping, eating, drinking, pinball and exploring the East Village, an area that I fell in love with dare I say more so than I did Greenpoint Brooklyn. It was the perfect end to our three week road trip, and I know that Catia & I will be back again one day because there really is something about New York City.

After Catia flew back to London I made my way to Copiague, Long Island to reunite with family friends for the next five days - which was a lovely little rest from the past three weeks madness. Come Sunday I arrived in Cincinnati Ohio for a reunion with my very good friends Jamie & Mikal. It was beyond lovely to see them again and to know that everything is going well for them since settling there just over a year ago. Cincinnati was a fun city with a lot on offer, we got rugged up and wandered around town dropping into whatever place looked good as it lightly snowed (woo! Snow!), my only regret is that I didn't have more time. Jamie & Mikal threw a pre-giving Thanksgiving allowing me to meet all their new friends which was nice, I ate way too much food though which was worrying since it wasn't technically Thanksgiving yet. It was bitter sweet leaving Ohio for LA that Wednesday morning, as it's always the best feeling reuniting with old friends yet it never gets easier to leave them behind 'until next time' whenever that may be.

I arrived back in LA to the open arms of my beautiful ex-roomy Melissa, and we had a wicked brunch together before I got passed on to the next friend. I spent Thanksgiving with Amy - an absolute sweetheart - who took me to a local FriendsGiving in Echo Park. I met a lot of lovely welcoming people and we all wrote what we were thankful for before reading them around a fire and burning the notes, it was truly beautiful. All in all I spent my last weekend in good company managing to catch up with almost everyone I know and love in Los Angeles, and it was the perfect end to an amazing six week get away. I honestly feel blessed for having so many wonderful people in my life, friends new and old, and the ones I haven't made yet. Although it was sad to say goodbye again I took comfort in knowing that my family and friends in Melbourne were only a 15 hour flight away and I know that we'll have the best summer adventures together, whatever they might be.

Big love everyone, stay safe and enjoy the small things :)



&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The great American road trip.

Excuse my lack of blogging of late, and allow me to give you the rundown.
I flew into Los Angeles on October 23rd and found myself quite busy catching up with my wonderful friends there, before flying destination New York City to meet up with my beautiful Catia - whom I hadn't seen in a whole year! (I have mentioned her previously, she's the one from London). We spent five nights in an apartment in Greenpoint Brooklyn such a trendy little area we both highly recommend. Note: try https://www.airbnb.com for great deals on accom. on your next trip, great way to live like a local.

We walked all the way from Brooklyn, over the bridge, through East Village, Greenwich, right up to Chelsea Piers, before heading to Central Park for a much deserved sit down. We also walked in the halloween parade in the village which was SO packed and equally as fun, we went to MoMA which was such a delight (Monet, Picasso, Van Gogh's 'starry night!!') FYI it is also free on Friday nights from 4-8pm, we followed it up with a drink at a roof top bar called 'Rare' in Chelsea which had an amazing view of the city. Time flew by as we next found ourselves flying to Nashville Tennessee.

Nashville is a great city, filled with Honky Tonks playing live Country music what felt like 24/7, Catia & I both felt like it was a city you could live in a while (although personally I feel I left my heart in NY). The people are lovely, the beer is cheap, the accent puts a smile on your face. From here we hired a car and I drove on the opposite side of the road for the first time in my life, it was a little scary/nerve wracking at first, but luckily a pretty straight route on the 65 all the way to Tuscaloosa Alabama. We spent a night here to break the driving session in two (as I was the only driver), a little motel off the freeway where the receptionist asked what language we speak in Australia. We spent the evening doing facials and all that girlie stuff that makes you feel fresh and ready to go, before making the most of a comfortable nights sleep in a queen size bed. We woke early, drank a big old coffee and jumped in the car again.

The drive that morning felt super chill/quick as I was comfortable by that point. Come midday we had driven through Mississippi before arriving in New Orleans Louisiana, Woo! Destination NOLA! And my friend's, this is where I write to you from. The hostel is called India House, it is very quirky to say the least, and I love it. We took a stroll around French Quarters yesterday, and Bourbon Street of course - it smelt funky - today is when things will get interesting though. Saint Louis Cemetery here we come! I'll write another entry when I get to Mexico to let you know what's what, plus I'll upload a couple photos to my tumblr page (accessible via the tabs above).

Lot's of love till next time.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Dead in couture.


I took a train to visit a girlfriend in country Victoria last week, and as it happened it rained for the majority of my stay. Annoying as it was that we didn’t get as much gardening done as planned, we did manage however to forage the racks of three wonderful Charity stores. $60 later not only had I donated to charity (hey hey!) I also had a fabulous array of ‘new-old’ items; from shoes, designer tops, high-waisted slacks, to a ‘Samantha Jones’ inspired party dress and a fabulous black velvet evening bag, heck, I even managed to score a vintage buckle-up case to carry my lute back to Melbourne in! Needless to say I was more than pleased with our shopping efforts, and country Victoria had become the balls out best destination for thrift shop delights! Yet my happiness evolved into a little bit of a pissed off tiff as it had become all too clear how expensive retro/vintage shopping has become in Melbourne.

My love affair for all things vintage has gone on for as long as I can remember, and will continue till I drop dead - clad in vintage couture, grandmas pearls, cigar ash & cats no doubt - but these days there is such a hype surrounding retro/vintage shopping, that even a lot of charity stores have cottoned onto it and upped their prices! That said, I can't say that bothers me at all as it never hurts to give back to charity, but as a longtime vintage enthusiast I can make like our grandparents and say 'I remember when I could get a dress for...' to show my displeasure for how times have changed. All waffling complaints in regards to vintage going mainstream aside, I still love everything about it. From the potential backstory to the rarity of a garment, heck I'd even go so far to say I get a kick out of the smell - much like I do from a library - there is just so much history in its musk.

With my recent thrifting adventure behind me I felt inspired to go through my closet and drawers to marvel at my collection, this led to taking a few snaps of some items I’ve purchased/collected over the years, plus some shots of my country bargains. So here it is guys and dolls, some photographs of a (small) slice of my personal collection of vintage & designer pieces, plus a little list of some of my favourite hubs for shopping - if you find yourself in the area...

EBAY: Escada, YSL, Christian Dior.
Sample sales: Bettina Liano, Sass & Bide.
left to right op-shop delights: Carla Zampatti, Seduce,
Scanlan and Theodore, Morrissey, Scanlan and Theodore.
EBAY: YSL
Country op-shop $5 bargain!
Country op-shop $4 slacks, $3 top.






For more photos check out my tumblr, accessible through the tabs above this post - you know, the one marked 'tumblr'. Otherwise here's the list, PLUS! The link to my beautiful country friend's own tumblr page:
http://rforrach.tumblr.com
Because her fabulousness makes my life better.

Los Angeles
BUFFALO EXCHANGE: Buy/Sell/Trade, multi locations USA
JET RAG: $1 sale Sundays, LA
SQUARESVILLE: LA

Melbourne
HUNTER GATHERER – Brotherhood of St Lawrence: Royal Arcade
RED PARASOL: Croydon
Of course I could go on and on about shopping in Melbourne, but I'll save it for another post!

Also a special mention to BEYOND RETRO, London: http://www.beyondretro.com
I remember shopping here with my brother and I thought he'd lose patience with me, but thankfully there was an old arcade version of Bubble Bobble in the back corner. I almost died! I could have lived in this place... Best. Game. Ever.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

Post-script: Excuse the woeful layout of photos, something's amiss with the upload feature and it doesn't help that I'm not the most tech-savvy lady in the world!