An Illustrated Fashion Blog by Angie Rehe
From the monthly archives:
When it was first pointed out to me that I have a “thing” for stripes, I protested vehemently – simply for the fact that I hate to be predictable. And yet take me out of my quirky routines in any way and I am like an ant dusted with talc powder, hopelessly lost to my [...]
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Crazy catwalk time again and I’m again wondering why I’m in my pyjamas in my studio, when clearly I should be front row somewhere far far away and much more glamorous.
The best thing about being a Melbourne correspondent for WGSN? Every night at about 11pm I get my new daily bulletin full of amazing reports [...]
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Truth be told, I am just back from dinner with Craig, my erstwhile co-worker, menswear designer extraordinaire, and someone whose wit, much like the pace he keeps while marching along those northern hemisphere streets, I have to trot to keep up with – kind of like a gym for my sense of humour, without the [...]
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It was a good day last Tuesday. The sun was shining, I’d just finished a tedious short course, I’d spent the afternoon drinking wine in the sun at Fed Square checking out a bunch of post-rally firemen, and I was killing time before going to my friend Carrie’s exhibition opening at First Site Gallery. The [...]
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Juiced up on free champagne, I’ve just returned home via the no. 86 tram with the Kurt Cobain not sound-alike, from my friend Rodney’s new label launch, THANH Winter 2010. And what a launch it was, at the crazy-beautiful State Library. What excited me most though, even more than the sight of the table full [...]
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Been cruising some blogs lately, and my, it seems almost everyone except my 10-day-old grand-nephew has one these days. (Ahem, er, I don’t count because I am insane enough to spend the wee hours, previously spent sleeping, drawing these sweet little artworks.)
Well suffice to say, a person could spend their entire life watching other [...]
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Don’t you just love people who are like walking quote books? I love them from afar, like Karl Lagerfeld, and even better up close, like my friend Anne, in whose company I panic if I am without a notebook to scribble down said quotes.
Just last week over coffee I was dribbling on about “figuring it [...]
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Given that I became Aunty Angie at the age of 6, it’s not all that surprising that the younger generation have lapped me in the reproductive race – Particularly since my eggs’ reserve light is now flashing and I still haven’t moved on that one. However, I really can’t help feeling a little left behind. [...]
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