This humble township is just a stone's throw away from its much shinier neighbour- the Goldcoast. Often forgetting that we as New South Walers can claim it as our own, Byron sits on the cusp of both states, as well as boasting the Eastern most tip of Australia. A trip to Byron is like taking a trip back through the decades, but without the decadence and in replacement- nothing but retro vibes and vintage threads. Thriving off its hippie counterculture, where Volkswagen Combi’s are served on tap and the laid back lifestyle boasts minimal stress, cemented by the sign urging visitors to "Cheer Up, Slow Down and Chill Out". You get the picture.
Much like her equally as sophisticated neighbour Copenhagen, Stockholm is arguably an even more beautiful (and colder) version. Thankfully i’m more suited to the cold climate, an excuse to wear those star boots, Nudie jeans and a wool trench that seemed to be the goto uniform. A straight-A student and qualities of a head prefect, its as if the perfected quaintness could be forced into a snow globe, and weather permitting- making the ideal souvenir. Stockholm is made up of fourteen islands and each one connected by one of the fifty-seven bridges, adding to this folk tale romance where Repunzal sitting atop her castle. Her blonde hair not only a convenient twist to the plot, but a Swedish default gene.
One of the best perks of being a student is the extra-long holiday breaks, which gave me the chance last summer to visit my best friend in Copenhagen while she was on student exchange. The city is fairytale pretty, but let's just say the Danish street-style game is beyond strong. I loved how Danish girls wore sleeveless silk capes and spring trench coats to deal with tricky hot-cold weather, while collared shirts and relaxed suit pants were their casual go-to.
With the lack of sunlight during winter and a temperature cold enough to purchase that perfect faux fur, Summer time in Denmark isn’t short of a storybook setting (enter Cinderella and her Prince). Were it not for a recent trip to Stockholm, we would have been ill prepared for the unisex dressing, brutalist architecture and the gentleness that exists in between. Perhaps my favourite place (after downtown Manhattan) is Copenhagen, and based on the short four days we had to explore- I know there is reason to go back. One of the oldest cities in Europe, a fitting place for (our) Princess Mary, and if it weren’t for the $10 coffees, a real life utopia.
Defined by style or one’s morning coffee order, and it seems these days- almost everything that meets the eye. For a self-professed creative and a chronic perfectionist, my own style is naturally forever-changing, and at times this is a difficult concept to grasp indeed. Like most things in life (with the exception of anything numerical and matter of fact) a wardrobe choice is subjective, adaptable for contexts and audiences and an art form of expression in itself.