HERE IT IS ! ! ! !

If you're vying for his attention, not enough affection for you.
Find yourself a thing to do now, don't be crying that's below you.

Oh well, that's what you get falling in love with a cowboy.
Oh Lord, don't you forget, you fell in love with a cowboy.
That's what you get.

And a man must be his own, it's only for the best you know dear.
If he's got things on his mind well, there's a plan he's mustering so,

Oh well, that's what you get falling in love with a cowboy.
Oh Lord, don't you forget, you fell in love with a cowboy.
That's what you get.

And at night under the sheets, his arms come searching for your embrace.
Don't be mad, you know it's only what you wanted in the first place.

Oh well, that's what you get falling in love with a cowboy.
Oh Lord, don't you forget, you fell in love with a cowboy.
That's what you get.
That's what you get.

-Lanie Lane, 'Oh Well, thats what you get for falling in love with a Cowboy'

HERE IT IS!

THE BIGGEST THING I HAVE EVER ANNOUNCED ON HERE EVER!

'thecowboygeisha' is now officially a label

(pow pow pow!)

most of you have known this for quite some time, but I needed to officially announce it on this very blog...

This little old thing, a frigging blogspot.com, that inspired me to finally step off a cliff into my own and free fall into the biggest adventure of my life so far! 

This blog was born as an online portfolio of my work and shenanigans, and I would have never thought, in a billion galaxies (and all those cliches etc etc) that it would be the very thing that would push me out on my very own.

Without getting overly sentimental or emotional about it, I'm effing STOKED and cannot WAIT to show you all my work and get you all rocking it out.

I promise I will show you as soon as I effing can! (note how many times I have restrained myself from swearing in this post? gauging the excitement?GOOD! Cause I'm levitating off the floor right now)

ARE YOU ON THE EFFING BAND WAGON WITH ME, CAUSE ONCE I GET STARTED THERE WILL BE NO CHANCE OF STOPPING  (except for some cider, surf and snacks. der.)

I thought I'd give you a lovely little introduction to the vibe and the inspirations behind the label (incase you have no-idea what the heck I'm on about, and in that case 'nice to meet you' curtsey).

Prep it Up

The blonde in the bleachers
She flips her hair for you
Above the loudspeakers
You start to fall
She follows you home
But you miss living alone
You can still hear sweet mysteries
Calling you
The bands and the roadies
Lovin' 'em and leavin' 'em
It's pleasure to try 'em
It's trouble to keep 'em
'Cause it seems like you've gotta give up
Such a piece of your soul
When you give up the chase
Feeling it hot and cold
You're in Rock'n'Roll
It's the nature of the race
It's the unknown child
So sweet and wild
It's youth
It's too good to waste

-Blonde in the Bleachers, Joni Mitchell

Who ever thinks stylists have the crusiest job in the universe, I need to burst your ignorant little bubble right here and now. This sh*t be harrrrrrrrd work.
Prep day is always a mixture of pass and fail, win and lose, traffic traffic, courier nightmares, and last minute magic.
The shoot brief is 90s grunge/neon high fashion and the model is Teresa Omen *who is the next Zippy Seven for sure...which, is therefore a match made in 'let's do a rad shoot!' heaven.
For threads I went with Ksubi, Emma Mulholland, Shakuhachi, Alexander Wang, Levi's, Adidas, and thecowboygeisha (der). 
Shades from Karen Walker, Ksubi and Henry Holland for Le Specs. 
Jewellery from Dsquared, Topshop, Celeste Tesoriero (der), Sass & Bide, Heist, and vintage. 
Shoes from Jimmy Choo, Shakuhachi, and thecowboygeisha x LASSKAA.

There's nothing better than getting together with a bunch of creative people, smashing your brains together and making something awesome.

Fruits of the labor soon to come....

p.s I am next level melting over every single thing Emma Mulholland has done and is doing. Her shark print is the best thing I've seen in a while, and her jersey muscle maxi styled back with shakuhachi platform sandals and a vintage beanie is my pick of the bunch...(floor check below)
think I might need to add a ksubi flannelette shirt tied round the waist to really bring it into 90s trash territory.

Sparkly hooker Jimmy Choo's = yes

how great is the red cap on the left! Found out today its Koren for : 'Caution. Bushfires'. Perfect.

LASSKAA x thecowboygeisha

Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires,
Hey man you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.
-Red Right Hand, Nice Cave and the Bad Seeds




I have a serious love for dumplings. 
Eunice took me to a dumpling house in Singapore rated one of the top 10 places in the world and all I could keep saying on repeat was how happy I was to be there! (my mouth is seriously salivating at the memory alone)...

So whenever I hit Sydney I automatically/purposefully organise every single catch up meal to be at a place in Bondi called Miss Chu. (infact I've been there 2 days in a row already)

Anyone want a catch-up?You know where I'll be!


My room mate in Bali came to Sydney to also hit birds with stones, but mostly to have a rad time. 
So, I took her here (DER). We counted this lunch as a 'business meeting', cause we have done a little creative collaboration on the perfect boot for a cowboy geish (pow pow pow). 
She is shoe designer of her own label LASSKAA, and it only made sense to grab her on-board and make the ultimate love child for the brand.
Anyway, sitting there shoving dumplings down our throats, a nice lady with a serious camera came up to us and was all like "do you mind if I take photos of your shoes?" and we were all like "frigging snap away stranger", and we looked at each other and gave the nod and the smile. Hello winners!
These guys are made from vintage denim deliciousness and are biker-boot-meets-cowboy-boot heaven on earth. I am literally not taking mine off. Ever. They also come in black leather (der) which is a whole different level of eye candy.


Taking pre-orders now:
thecowboygeisha@gmail.com


p.s yes I am wearing striped socks. I have a recent addiction to the 'Where's Wally' app on my Ipad, and have decided he is my new style icon. Stripes, beanie and a walking stick? The answer is yes.

Partner

I'm stuck on the L.A. freeway,
Got rain water in my boots,
My thumbs done froze, can't feel my toes,
I feel a little destitute.
Wheels throwing water all over my axe
And Mr. Jones won't lend me a hand.
Up come two cats in a Cadillac
And they say, "Won't you hop in, man ?"
I went flying high
All the way — all the way.
Flying High, Country Joe & the Fish


There's nothing that I feel like doing more when I finish shooting a range, than grabbing a vintage pistol and shooting something else.
One thing I learned about handling guns, is I have a terrible aim. (note: pic 2 below where the revolver is almost going sideways. yep.) 
I, embarrassingly enough wasn't even really sure which eye to close and which to keep open.
No wonder I never won any toys at the Easter Show or when the Carnival came to town (fail).
Learn something new everyday heyyyyyyyyyy √
This was after a delirious evening of product shots for my jewellery range (more on that at a later date lovers)


Oh, who is the hunk of man meat i hear you asking?
This is Adrian Price.
You may have noticed him frolicking in a waterfall here and doing what I like to call the 'sleazy lean' here.
He's my partner in crime, and handy enough, a photographer!
Apart from the fact his job involves him spending his days looking at nearly naked models, he is ticking all the boxes.
p.s can you do me a favour and not judge my dreadlocks? thanks.

Close Enough

Sit in the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone,
But I have a light
the day is done,
I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or Maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
-Dumb, Nirvana

How amazing is it to come home to your favourite nook after being deathly ill in an Indonesian hospital?!
Incase your privileged enough to have never experienced this, let me tell you, it's pretty effing good!
Not technically my own home, but definitely close enough, the only thing this place is missing is a huge effing fire-place! It is freeeeeeeeeeeezing here. Most likely any non-tropical weather would feel freezing to me, being used to having to sweat it out just eating brekky.
I'm in Sydney at the moment killing birds with stones (as usual), but apart from getting very excited (about very exciting things that are churning) the best bit of it is coming home to this joint.
My partner in crime also has a new found succulent fetish, which is a-ok by me. Plants indoors are always a thumbs up, especially ones you don't need to even water (boom).
Not to even mention that new log of eyeball candy on the couch, just waiting for me to get my strength back to take it for a little wave.
Bali and I are currently tiffing, and I'm not sure if the relationship is mendable, so perhaps I might start looking for a little love shack of my own while I'm here? On that note I'm off to pop some anti-nausea tablet's so I'll speak to you guys soon!
If you want to send me 'get-well' mail I'd really appreciate it. Flowers are even radder, and presents would be just too much (not really, do it)
xx