☯ ☽ Wasson in the west ☾ ☯

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Images via Honestly WTF, from the Coveteur.
How perfect is Erin Wasson's place in Venice -- it's like her, embodied in a house.
And on a tangent, these shots remind me of my room in the big white Queenslander on the hill in Brisbane. One wall was entirely papered in drawings -- Bowie fan art and scrawled 3am reminders to myself -- gig flyers and setlists, wrist bands, receipts (2 x bottles of Jack, 2 x packs of cigarettes), expired medicine and cigarette packs, jewellery hung on hooks, and photos shot on a fisheye Holga. And a polaroid of the wall, pinned to the wall itself.
On the floor were the red snakeskin boots, the cowboy boots, the Doc Martens, the low-cut thrift-store men's boots with the chisel toe, cuban heel and the metal embellishments. The turquoise belt buckle, the silver jeans, the Radio Birdman and Def Leppard shirts, and the felt hat with the guinea fowl feathers in the band. A combined library of classics -- Irvine Welsh to Mark Twain, Don Delillio to Jane Austen, journalism textbooks to literary anthologies. A bunch on unfinished canvases.
Also on the floor was me, with a Jack-n-coke, a paintbrush, my dad's ripped Wranglers and a shoelace to hold them up. 
And sitting on the bed was a girl, with tattooed arms that remind me of Erin's.
Δ To the water Δ
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Stylist/creative direction: Tami Snodgrass
Photography: Reece Pottorff
Model: Jazmin Repollo
Prism + Sol @prismandsol

Yesterday, Humble jumped in the creek where we go for walks, and when she got out she sat shivering at my feet. This morning, on the drive to the train station, my hands hurt, and my feet hurt, and I could see goosebumps through my stockings. Last night, we cranked up the gas heater in the lounge room for the first time this year. I drank tea with honey while I made warm, oven-roasted food...

The incipient creep of winter in Melbourne definitely makes the crisp-bright-warm summer images coming from the northern hemisphere all the harder to bear. And it goes double if they're coming out of an island paradise, like these shots from Prism + Sol's latest lookbook.

All I can think is: how do I get there?
... and also, how can I acquire all of those turquoise beauties?