Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen, yourself, right now, right down here on Earth. 
// Bradley Whitford


It's a New Year.

And I trust that you all had a most resplendent Holiday break. I know I did, even if mine was expended to the couch catching up on programs. Hopefully all that indulgent inertia has energised me for the year ahead!

I decided to alter my usual New Year rituals for 2016; one being that I erased the word resolution from my vocabulary, despite being a loyal devotee for some time now. The thing with me is that resolutions almost always fail within the very first few days of a new year. And I think there's some kind of statistics out there that also confirms this is true for many of us. What I struggled to grapple with is why must we leave it for the start of a new year to enforce positive change within us?

Each and every single day is inestimable, something you begin to note more and more as you age. And while the promise of a New Year is an incredibly powerful and wonderful motivator we need to remember that each and every single day can hold such promise if you allow it to.

For me I went into 2016 with hope; hopeful that this year will be an efficaciously positive one. Uber abundant in experiences, laughter and love. Generous in regards to travel and not limited to places I've seen but to dreamy foreign lands, new and exciting adventures. Rich in health and happiness. More living in the present and being present and challenging myself to be better at both being a human and with my passions. To step away from my comfort zone and not permit fear to hold me back. And to simply appreciate and find gratitude in all that surrounds me.

And of course, I wish the very same for you.
May 2016 bring to you your hearts desires,

-Sxx


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I have to admit, I really look forward to Bianca O'Neill's stimulating columns over on Fashion Journal. In this world of blogging, of pretty perfection, of an inconceivable supply of enviable Chanel clutches and ceaseless business class travel abroad it's simply refreshing to read something impartial. This article of hers, which I had previously shared over on Facebook, left me pondering over the topic, one that has also become a somewhat irritant of late. And that nuisance happens to be the questionable style of "street style" mavens.

Street style is not really STREET style anymore, is it? It’s more like a procession human of billboards. Or an attention-seeking blogger runway of paid promotions and borrowed threads. Does that really excite people? Because I’m feeling barely a tingle… // Bianca O'Neill

I am by no means referring to the actual style itself which as she so brilliantly pointed out is "arguably better than ever". It's the overall sense of authenticity. That sartorial ingenuity we take pride in. One that once separated us from the masses has now become moderately familiar, somewhat morphing us into conformable sheep, eager to devour the next "it" thing. We/I myself have become far too pliant and easily manipulated into what I should and should not covet. Every moment we are inundated with pieces and trends creating an unnecessary need to possess and acquire. A wasteful problem which is adding fuel to an even bigger fire (see here).

The article described how street style has simply become a "procession of human billboards", Instagram I feel being the worst offender. Those #ootd looks are almost always paid for. And while a small few do mention that it's a sponsored collaboration, the majority fail to do so. I know one or two "major" bloggers who never seem content to just stick with one outfit per day. Changing their looks almost hourly at a time. As bloggers we're all guilty of it; be it pertaining to something sartorial or home related. Heck, I am guilty of it, despite priding myself on fully disclosing, sometimes things fall through the cracks. We are sent "gifts" in which to review etc. And it's one of the perks of blogging no? But at what point does the line blur?

Street style itself is possibly one of the most sort after subjects on Pinterest. Those perfectly polished ensembles is something I tend to turn to when I am in need of sartorial inspiration. But the bulk of those looks have more than likely been provided for. Which in a way could be considered questionable. As "fashion" or "style" bloggers the point is to showcase what you're wearing, give some insight into thought processes and resplendent finds is it not? The point is to exhibit and boast styling abilities and for me I believe that should be of your own, not through someone else's labour (who in the end get zero credit for). Being supplied entire outfits from brands; being dressed head to toe in Moschino for example is alluring, sure. And it's impelling when done sporadically. But is it necessary for every single post? To comprise it of the same sponsored format I feel like you end up losing that individuality that drew readers to you in the first place.

I miss those days of "real" street style. When people dressed for the day ahead and not just for a scheduled photo shoot. The days when Sportsgirl would send a photographer out to the streets of Melbourne purposely to capture uber stylish beings who were literally just going about their daily business. Sabo Skirt's early days of posing beside ordinary red brick lined suburban streets of Brisbane. Or Leandra Medine's outfit of the day captured out on her fabulous New York City apartment balcony. I sound like an old fogy, stuck in her ways reminiscing about those intermittent moments of yesteryear. I'm not shaming the wonderful practice of creativity. The kind were we spend countless hours meticulously penning every detail, studiously searching for locations to capture our money making shots. I really do enjoy that side of street style blogging. Those contrasting outfits against stark walls or pairing ones ensemble with a deliciously luscious landscape/scene.

I crave those days were bloggers actually styled pieces from their own closets. Were you styled a certain item that you'd previously worn or found something resembling an objet d'art and styled it with last seasons Zara. Blogging has and will continue to evolve, no doubt about it. I just wish those in higher places would remember their roots and try to embrace it a little more. And not get so hung up on figures (says the girl who has affiliate links attached to this piece) and brand names.

-Sxx
via la cool + chic
Over the course of this project, I have identified plastic waste from fifty nations on six continents that have washed ashore along the coast of Sian Ka’an. Conflating the hand of man and nature, at times I distribute the objects the way the waves would; at other times, the plastic takes on the shape of algae, roots, rivers, or fruit, reflecting the infiltration of plastics into the natural environment. More than creating a surreal or fantastical landscape, these installations mirror the reality of our current environmental predicament. The resulting photo series depicts a new form of colonization by consumerism, where even undeveloped land is not safe from the far-reaching impact of our disposable culture. // Alejandro Duran  


When I first came across this post on Style For Mankind, I knew these images would forever be cemented into memory. Because as eerily beautiful these images are, the reality of which is certainly cause for perturb and trepidation. The amount of waste that now lines and engorges our oceans is disturbing at best. Plastic, while convenient is probably our worst pollutant. And while I like to describe myself as a recycle nazi I was mortified to learn (read the article here) that I was still contributing to this problem by using products containing microbeads.

That word probably sounds familiar to you right? That's because it is. Microbeads are microscopic fragments of plastic that are found in beauty products which aid in exfoliation. Harmless yet effective on the skin, only to end up washed down our drains and into the ocean to further coagulate.

We're facing a plastic crisis and we don't even know it. // Stephanie Green

We live in an incredibly fast paced society, which has zero intention of slowing down. We are always pressing for convenience, finding ways to "better" improve daily life that we forget to delve deeper and see just how such conveniences may effect our planet in the long term. Not just the impact to nature which we have irrevocable, undisputed responsibility to but also to ourselves. Surely you realise by now that all that chemically laden plastic waste that seemingly drifts ever so peacefully in the ocean is tainting that very water in which fish thrive upon. The same fish that you no doubt consume and in turn, unwittingly devour such toxins. If that doesn't make you sit up and contemplate, then shit I don't know what will.

We're not only annihilating our planet with consumerism but we are destroying ourselves no less. We engross ourselves with frivolousness and take more than we need. Our apathetic attitudes to waste is shameful and irresponsible. Out of sight, out of mind. Let someone else pain over this. Decades of neglect is now finally catching up to us. Like Glass Beach in California, a beach used for dumping garbage in the 1940's (which happened to be the norm), now houses a fine collection of curated polished glass. Sure, it's a resplendent and unique marvel but just envision the geological damage and atrocities such stupidity caused. Worse still is what we shamefully dub The Great Pacific Garbage Patch. If you're not familiar with it you'd probably remember seeing decomposing images of albatross carcasses, stomachs teaming with plastic junk. It's essentially vortexes of abyssal waste sailing in the heart of our oceans. Which is utterly grim and sorrowful. Especially the impact to wildlife. Photos of deceased birds, surviving on adrift plastic rubble remnants is heartbreaking. Alejandro Duran's Washed Up Series is poignant to the issue and much too powerful for us to simply ignore or admire as art. It's a revelation, a fierce call to arms, to action. Let us no longer bury our heads in the sand.

-Sxx

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