Bird On The Buffalo

If I wasn't already completely, utterly in love with him (and his music), Angus Stone's latest solo single and the music vid that goes along with it would be enough to send me into overdrive. 

The equation is simple; acoustic tunes + bohemian muse = some serioius youtube action. 

Isabel Lucas- who appears to have boho chic down to a fine art- lends her talents to her bearded boyf in the clip wearing dresses designed by none other than Karl Lagerfield for Chanel's Cruise Antibes 2012 collection.

I am beyond obsessed with the white lace and tule creation which is worn while Isabel roams about the North American desert accompanied, of course, by one of Miss Lucas' signature jewelled headpieces. It's practically picture-esque and absolutely awe-inspiring.

Basically, the clip only further cements that these two little hippies are officially my new favourite celebrity couple. I'm not sure who I have a crush on more!

In case you haven't caught a glimpse of Bird on the Buffalo yet, get your fix here;

                 

Maddy xx

Mardi Pardi.

WHAT a weekend. Sequin leotards, faaaaar too many cocktails and a sprained ankle from 9 inch satin wedges can only mean one thing; Mardi Gras. My inner Kylie was unleashed as my friends and I strutted our stuff for the Oz Fag Hag float (girls who loves boys who love boys- that's us!). Flash forward to Monday afternoon and I'm STILL shaking the glitter out of my hair, limping around on a bandaged foot and wondering how the hell I walked from Hyde Park aaaall the way to Horden Pavillion and back to Oxford Street for a post parade dance off. Meanwhile, the mysterious case of how my ankle has come to be sprained is still at large. I've narrowed it down to a few specific, extremely clumsy, extremely hilarious moments. Number One; failing to acknowledge an approaching medium strip as I was preoccupied with blowing bubbles out of giant bubble wand. Number Two; climbing a tree in Hyde Park while wearing the aforementioned ridiculously elevated satin wedges. Number Three; tearing up the dance floor à la Kevin Bacon in the original Footloose. Maybe I'll pack a pair of flats next year.. Just in case..