After the wispy grey clouds yesterday got my shoot postponed (hugely luxurious penthouse apartment brochure calls for brilliant blue skies outside and radiant Perth sunshine), they’ll work wonders for a test shoot I’m doing today. There’s a misty blanket of white-ish grey cloud covering all of the sky, which means soft, pretty, diffused light and glow-y skin. YES! Thank you, strange, Sydney-like weather.
Anyhoo, I’m wearing a dress I bought a while ago from St Nicholas’ Parish op shop down in Rockingham. “Parish”, as it’s affectionately called by us, is one of my favourites because Sophia and I have been going there together since we first met in year ten. We used to get driven around by Sophia’s brother in his crummy car, “The Midnight Flash” (the engine occasionally just stopped, for no reason, in the middle of intersections. John told us the car was just going into “silent mode”), who I thought was the coolest person ever for knowing where all the good op shops were. The old ladies that work there know us and greet us with hugs and stories of their grandchildren/husbands/pets, and every now and then show us “funky little things” us “young people” might wear (and get confused when instead we buy “that musty old thing I wore to my daughter’s engagement party?!”). They listen to Curtin fm and sing along. In short, the ladies of Parish are AWESOME.
Op shop/renovated dress, op shop belt, homemade necklace, op shop bag, op shop shoes. And yes, band-aid knee. Shut up.