Have you ever loved a look or particular style that you just never thought you could pull off? Something you saw girls wearing and looking fabulous in that just didn’t fit into your image of yourself. For whatever reason? If you answered no, you’re lying.

I have countless. Some of them I can appreciate from a distance whilst acknowledging that they’re just not a part of my personal style (whatever that even means because if you know me at all you know I don’t have a singular label for the way that I dress). But there are several that I considered ‘out of my reach’ purely based on my body. Now don’t get me wrong, some of those looks would simply never work on my shape or proportions and that goes for errrrrrbody. We’re all built and formed differently. And all of those forms are beautiful. Truly. But it is important to embrace what you have and what you don’t, and knowing your shape goes a long way in dressing for it in the most flattering way. That being said, most of us are conditioned to a society where one particular body shape is deemed most beautiful. And that ideal is in a constant state of flux (now more than ever with women across the globe and myriad industries championing individual beauty and crushing perceptions). But we’re made to believe that in some way or another, something of ours is wrong. Or ugly. Ugh, society.

Now I am no exception to this rule and even now, well into my journey of self-love and body appreciation (and respect), I have my issues; parts of my body I don’t love and want to change. Mostly, it has always been my legs. It used to be a lot of other things too which I have now come to love, but I still struggle with them damn lower limbs. I won’t lie and say I love my legs. I just dislike them a little less than I used to. Enough that I recently discovered I can wear one of those previously far away, out-of-reach looks I’ve always wanted (coming back to the original idea of this post slowly, bear with me).

My fantastic friend, Candice aka Jessica Blumberg, bought this wrap dress online and when it arrived she found that it just didn’t flatter her body shape (an ok thing to admit, girls) so she passed it onto me. And with a new lease on life in the department of red and wrap dresses, I was no less than f**king STOKED to be gifted this little beauty. A public holiday, warm weather and brunch set the stage for this latest sartorial discovery: the boho-chic mini dress and boots. For years I have wanted to don this Coachella-esque look, and not for lack of trying either, but I was just never comfortable with how it looked. How my legs looked. How I looked, which of course translates to how I felt. But on that Tuesday morning I threw this on to grab a very necessary post-jol coffee and realized that actually I kinda looked good. More importantly, I felt good. So after an unidentified number of Bellini’s and a contrasting blue wall in PoHo, this post was born.

Call it self-confident. Call it vain. Call it empowered. Call it whatever you want because it doesn’t matter what you call it. It matters how I feel.

Studded boots: Zara

Floral wrap dress: Zaful (online)

Sunnies: Rayban

Black bag: Chinese store

Earrings: Cotton On

“Hollywood Dai Lau”. this place is literally called Hollywood Big Building. I see you, Chinese characters, I see you.


definitely trying to move for people who actually live here. soz guys.


still trying to figure out the whole blogger-walking-while-posing thing. not sure I’ve cracked it yet. will keep you posted.


details shot or me awkwardly talking to the cameraman aka Hannah? you’ll never know..

Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum



Happy Tuesday friends and lovers! It’s a fresh week and I’m coming in HOT with a brand new outfit post; shot on location on a recent (and transformative) trip to Bali with two of my greatest loves known forever more as… Candice.

Three mildly outrageous South African girls cruising the magical Indonesian island; you best believe there are stories and photos to last a lifetime. And I had no shame in putting the girls to work on vacation (that’s what friends are for, riiiiiiiight?), asking them to shoot in mosquito-riddled beachside parks and alleyways, from Canggu to Ubud. Sometimes you just cute AF and need that moment to be captured. #doitforthefans

I’ll be posting a Bali-dedicated blog soon, with places to stay and eat – but mostly eat – and general photos of me being an international fashooon superstar. Just kidding. Kinda.

And after wholly tapping into my most altruistic self; being in Bali also meant a little shopping. And one piece of which I am now the very proud owner is (a version of) the insanely covetable Cult Gaia Ark in white bamboo. The markets are sprawling with knock-offs of the It-Bag brand and when they’re that easily available *and that cheap* you KNOW ya girl gon’ purchase one. They’re fabulous for Instagram and elevate the simplest of outfits but good Lord are they impractical. Talk about NOT being #fashionandfunction.

However, amongst the saltwater, sunburn and sea air I couldn’t think of a better place to shoot my latest fav fashion piece. Complimented by a beautiful baby blue wrap dress (a silhouette I’m excited to delve into for the summer) from Catarinkie aka Catherine; this lewk was born.

So there you go darlings. A little tropical dip from yours truly. And all the love and thank yous to my sensational Bali Babes Jess and Cath for allowing me to indulge in this frivolity and for being such supporters. #empoweredwomenempowerwomen

Sandals: Mr. P

Dress: Woolworths

Bag: Bali market

Sunnies: Vintage

luckily for me mozzies don’t like this Jewish blood. not so lucky for Jess and Cath #sozgalz

most probably eyeing out the other hotel guests who kept ruining my shots

if I were a queen on Ru Paul’s Drag Race I would call this look ‘serving up step wife goes on holiday and fights with the local cuisine realness’. WHAT IS THIS HAND NINA?

Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum


Anyone who knows me knows that when I first moved to Hong Kong I had a flourishing career as a food critic and certified Snapchat vlogger…

JK I just had a portmanteau with my darling Matt Antinucci and we snapped our two hour lunch adventures through Kowloon Bay #MATINA. And while the days of working together are sadly over; there is a part of Matina that has maintained its prevalence in my life (other than my friendship with mattypatty23): double denim.

Fondly known as a Canadian tuxedo; double denim is a lot more than just an homage to Britney and Justin or an easy Halloween costume (#neverforget). Denim is a style staple and wearing it head-to-toe not only gives you an instant edge and sense of effortless cool but it harks back to the favoured era of supermodels and It Girls alike: The 90s.

Done right, a double scoop of blue can be truly delicious. But it’s high risk/high reward because if executed incorrectly, this is a look that can leave a bad taste in your mouth (we call that one an extended metaphor here in the biz). No one wants to look like a douchebag – not even Britney and Justin. And certainly not me. I don’t like to categorise my style because I truly believe in the power of fashion to express yourself and your identity, and with so many moving parts coming together to form who I am I find it difficult to narrow that down. Sometimes I’m sporty, sometimes I’m feminine. Mostly I’m just EXTRA AF. This is definitely an edgier, more masculine look so hopefully I’ve pulled it off and don’t look like a an absolute moron. Oh well, haters gonna hate.

If you’re considering playing around with this look for the first time there are some guidelines. The biggest trick here is to differentiate your aesthetics; both in wash and silhouette. Pair a light jean with something a little darker or create proportion by having one piece that’s fitted and one that leaves a bit more room to breathe. You should also keep your accessories more toned down; and if you want to add a pop of colour keep it solid (a plain T-shirt or bold bag is a simple way to achieve this).

Unless, of course, you’ve just bought an outrageous pair of sunglasses at the Ladies Market and you figure there’s no better time to debut them than when you’re hungover and trying to shoot an outfit post.

So here you go, an impromptu OOTD shot by my lovely, hungover/burst-ear-drum/post-yoga-wheel friends in one of my favourite parts of the city. A lot of cars almost ran me over in their attempts to 3point turn so you’re welcome guys. Do it for the fans.

Boots with pearl crossovers: Zara

Ripped boyfriend jeans: Levi’s via Jetrag LA

White T-shirt: H&M

Embroidered denim jacket: Unknown local store

Sunnies: Ladies Market (Mong Kok)

Earrings: H&M

Newsboy hat: Zara

Bag: Maple

extra extra read all about it.

apparently something was really funny here. probably just me laughing at own jokes.

my dad would definitely make a joke about me only paying half price for these glasses.

if you don’t selfie your detail shots are you even a real blogger? (yes, yes you probably are)

thank you three for putting up my ridiculousness and for bearing with my narcissistic instructions.

Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum


“Fashion and function” is a phrase I use almost every single day and albeit most of the time I mean it in some irrelevant, satirical way it is actually a concept I believe quite passionately in.

As someone with a vested interest in- and genuine affection for fashion (and any display or expression of creativity and design), I often wish that I had an endless supply of new clothes or money so that I could play dress up in fabulous pieces every day. But unfortunately no one has offered me that coveted prize yet and so I have to deal with the fact that I have a budget and a very small Hong Kong apartment. So although I own some more bold, statement items and far too many pairs of shoes and sunglasses, I have a total appreciation for clothes that are multi-purpose and easily incorporated into existing wardrobes and reinvigorated outfit choices.

One such item is the ultimate classic: The LBD. Black is a colour I have, ironically because it is so slimming, only recently fallen so in love with now that I am more comfortable with my body. I’ve mentioned before that I used to wear clothes that were ‘loud’ in order to hide my physical insecurities; but with growing confidence has come the injection of solid, block colours, monochromatic styling tricks and simple lines. This is not to say that I don’t love to play with colour or texture, just that you’ll see me in neutral shades and subtle sartorial combinations more often now than before. So the LBD is a perfect fit. Plus it is so versatile. And while the staple item is already in my wardrobe (or clothing rail if we’re being honest about the size of my HK apartment and two suitcases still in storage); there is a new addition to this aesthetic: The LBS (Little Black Skirt). Thanks to a sale at Zara and a newfound appreciation for simplicity, this skirt will now play the lead in a series of three look posts, with this being the first. I want to show you guys how easy it is to style one piece in multiple ways so that you don’t need to break the bank for new outfits. Plus it aids an individual solution to the problem of fast fashion and wasted consumerism that is already a huge issue (but let’s not get political because between us all I think there’s quite enough of that).

So here we go; Look 1/3 and the final outfit post shot back home with The Queen, Mamma Mich. Just because I love black does not mean I won’t indulge in a little sparkle or a kaleidoscopic backdrop of fun. This is me, after all.

Have fun kids. Watch this space for upcoming posts on how to take one very simple item of clothing and transform it into remixed looks that keep things funky fresh.

Silver Brogues: Zara (but also actually Mamma Mich’s that were a size too small)

Skirt: Zara

Cropped Tee: Topshop 

Watch: Truworths

Sunnies: MAPLE

Bag: Miniso

juxtaposition is my favourite word in the English language because it encompasses life and also the aesthetics behind this blog post



sometimes I have to take horrendously stupid photos like this to remind myself that actually I’m more moron than model in front of the camera. unless it’s a Snapchat selfie in which case I’m obviously the best.


good Lord but I love this woman and her commitment to my vanity
ok fine PE. sometimes you have cool shit.

Until next time xx

Haute Hoodlum




A few years ago I would never have thought I would be comfortable in tight jeans, a T-shirt and a cropped denim jacket. Hell, I wasn’t even happy with that a year ago.

I have never liked my body. I have been overweight and out of shape pretty much my whole life. I used to wear loud clothes that were either completely ill-fitted because I chose trends over what suited my body; or I would hide under baggy pieces and garish prints because then you wouldn’t pay attention to what was underneath. And while its cute when you’re a chubby little freckle-face with curly hair at 7 years old; when you move to a new country at 24 that novelty has worn off.

But Hong Kong, despite it’s challenges, has been incredibly good to me in so many ways. And one of those ways is that I grew into comfort with myself, I became more of the woman I aspire to be and I learnt to be kind(er) to myself. Now while this is a lesson I am still learning and although there have been some setbacks; something inside me has changed. I have grown to love parts of my body and take care of what I put into it and how I treat it. Mind, body, spirit is a real thing and I think sometimes it is easier to gain control and consciousness of your inner self when you’re focused on and looking after your outer self.

As I mentioned in my previous post; I am going through some changes in my life (who isn’t?) and getting ready to start a new, albeit second chapter in Hong Kong. Coming home to PE  was coming home to grounding. I needed to get back on track and build up a foundation that has been shaken a bit in the past few months. I’ve spoken about needing a creative outlet and how this blog is a part of that; but so is getting dressed in the morning for me. I know it probably sounds mad to some people, superficial too; but fashion is such an important expression of identity for me. Putting outfits together and wearing something I am excited about has a direct effect on how I feel about myself and my presentation to the world. “Look good, feel better” kind of vibes, you know? But fashion doesn’t have to be outlandish to make an impact, and while I am at this point of building myself back up to where I want to be, there is a certain power that comes from not only wearing clothes I never used to think would fit, but wearing them with quiet inner confidence. Now that I’ve embraced more of my physical self and found that some previously unconsidered pieces do actually look good; basics have become staples and staples have turned into style. Sure, my personal style is definitely still evolving. In fact I don’t think I even have a specific look; but there is a general movement towards dressing for me and my body and that is a wonderful thing.

So there we go, this outfit is nothing fancy nor is it sartorially creative. It is simple, with a twist – because after all, it’s me and this is so much fun. But this is certainly an ensemble that I am only now coming to appreciate, placing its value in its simplicity. Don’t get me wrong; there has been plenty of fur and rediscovered old gems strutting their stuff throughout Port Elizabeth, but sometimes the most basic look can be the most effective.  And what is more basic a location than LITERALLY your very own back garden? Ya-huh.

I hope you guys enjoy this one and that somehow this post reminds you of your own strength and power. The world is in flux; so this is me telling you you’re magic. Go on.

Boots: Prato at Edgars (shoes that didn’t make it Hong Kong for round one and were rediscovered at the back of my closet three weeks ago)

Jeans: Pick ‘n Pay (yip you read that right)

T-shirt: H&M

Denim Jacket: Cotton On

Bag: Zara

Specs: Mr Price

Lipstick: Viva Glam by M.A.C (stolen from Mamma Mich)

I have been looking for the perfect cropped denim jacket ever since I used to steal Meryl’s in Hong Kong and take all the compliments for it.
this shot is actually me pulling my pants up but hey it worked. good eye, mich!



I mean you can’t see my eyes but YOLO

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thanks for shooting this with a cracked wrist honeyyyyyy.


those shoes were so dirty after this. ugh shame the things we do for fashion.




Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum



Is it too late now to say sorryyyyyy? Cos I’m missing more than just my blogging (da da da da dadadaaaa)

I know, I know; it has been months since my last post. And really there is no excuse because I have the same hours in a day as Beyonce and HOT DAMMMM look at how much that goddess accomplishes with her time. But here’s what I discovered over the last few months and some of the realizations I’ve made about moving forward. Let’s get real…

Life got busy and the countdown out of Hong Kong began and I neglected the blog. And I could feel it. The lack of creative stimulation and focus is something I really missed and to be perfectly honest I only have myself to hold accountable. Things happened, people happened, travel happened. And somewhere along the line, despite how genuinely happy I was (and still am), I lost some of my spark. But now it’s time to get it back; and Haute Hoodlum is one of the ways I’m going to do that. So while I’m home in PE I’m going to work on new content for you guys, but also for me. Because I’ve realized that as silly as this blog can be sometimes, it is an outlet that keeps me feeling alive (along with all the magic surrounding me because of the incredible people and experiences I’m lucky enough to have along with me). This is not a whine nor is it a self-pitying rant, just an honest expression of how we tend to let life get in the way of doing what sets our soul on fire. Social media makes us all look like we are living the dream, and don’t get me wrong I have a SPECTACULARLY WONDERFUL life. But sometimes you get a little stuck, or feel a bit down, or you go through something that knocks you just enough to put you off. And that’s ok, because that causes growth – if you allow it to turn into progress rather than letting it defeat you. Don’t stay down. Get up. Get yourself back on track. Whatever you do that makes you happy, or scares you or challenges or inspires you – do that. Do it often. And with your whole heart. Because you are the only person that creates your true happiness; a happiness that manifests itself through the people you attract into your life and the adventures upon which you allow yourself to embark.

Woah ok. Life lesson over. Right, back to this post. While I’m out there work work work working and creating; here is something to keep the groove flowing. Nothing serious, just a throwback to the 852 because I cannot wait to get back there. Hong Kong, I’m coming for ya!

This post was shot on the Star Ferry Tour because why wouldn’t you photograph your outfit when you’re dressed like a sailor on a boat in the Victoria Harbour? Exactly. Ma-hoo-sive shout out to my phenomenal cousin Jayd and to Lloyd for helping out and coming to visit HK – sharing that crazy little island with you guys was the ultimate and I love you.

Here’s to getting your groove back and finding whatever it is that drives you, and embracing it.

Sneakers: Adidas Stan Smith Originals

Skirt: Zara

T-shirt: Zara

Raincoat: Zara

Sunnies: Vintage Shop in Nottinghill (now lost to Vietnam)

Watch: Truworths (also now lost to Vietnam)

Lipstick: Ruby Woo by M.A.C

howzit Hong Kong you beauty!


lost these sunnies in Vietnam and am still in mourning


monochrome stripes and a red lip are always on trend.


sometimes you’re on a boat and there’s a sunset and the light creates a halo around you and you just go with it


miss you treasures all the time.

Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum



Oops, they did it again.

“New Year, New Me” clearly has not managed to infiltrate the stylist circle of Hollywood because the 2016 Golden Globes red carpet just killed me. The awards took place on Sunday (Sunday Not-So-Funday after watching these hideous frocks gallivant down the carpet) and as usual, I was disappointed. What is going on over there? Is there something in the ever-decreasing California water that has caused the disastrous style movement of wearing boring, been-there-worn-that pieces? Dejavu is no fun when what you’re seeing is a bunch of rubbish.

But all for a good cause – a Haute Hoodlum red carpet rant. The first of the year, nogal!

So sit back and get ready to start throwing your popcorn at the screen. Oh no wait, that’s not what this is…

this is like a knife to the heart. firstly, anyone who knows me knows how much I adore Eddie Redmayne and his style aesthetic. He has fun with fashion and effortlessly strays from the traditional path of a black and white tux. But his best accessory should be his wife and VADDIE FOK is going on with her? The dress is revolting and so badly tailored – the bust is so unflattering and those thick straps look like a sports bra. then there is that necklace that is too long and falls into her boobs and looks like what your 13 year old cousin made at market day at school.
to be perfectly honest I’m a little scared to put Jason Statham on here in case he gets wind of my insults and finds a way to hurt me (a genuine fear I used to have about that wrestler, The Undertaker, when I was 7). however, I’m a brave soul so here goes. this brown velvet blazer is so boxy and so mismatched to those pants, he looks like the dark chocolate candybar that never made it out of Willy Wonka’s testing room.
100% sure I had this dress in navy in 2007 and have subsequently burnt all pictures of me in because it is so ugly.
another one of last year’s superstars, Uzo Aduba from OITNB. my first problem is that sleeve – does it wrap aound the back of her like a seatbelt gone wrong? or a batwing that has lost it’s body? it’s too old for her. this is what Jane Fonda SHOULD have worn. or Dame Helen Mirren #grandmagoals.
sorry but who invited Kirsten Dunst to the Golden Globes? and where is the rest of her dress?
oh Amy. Amy, Amy, Amy. I get it. you’re sick of just being the funny girl who falls on red carpets and makes hilarious jokes about herself not being skinny enough for Hollywood. you’re brilliant at it. but you wanted something different and classic and elegant. what you got was boring and completely unsuited to who (I think) you are. and that hair needs to go home to it’s debutant ball in Alabama.
this woman was on my worst dressed lists pretty much all throughout the 2015 Awards Season. clearly she’s a creature of comfort.
oh my good Lord. Jane Fonda, do me a favour and go get changed into Uzo Aduba’s black sequined dress because this meringue cream puff is a DISASTER.
didn’t you wear this last year in a different colour? I know it must be very challenging for bigger woman to find beautiful, flattering dresses for these events but there is no need to have your already bad choices on a loop, Melissa.
oh Kate. you are such a style icon and so sensational. this is just so tired. maybe it wss an ode to Titanic and the heart of the ocean but in reality the only connection this dress has to the Titanic is how much it sunk to the bottom.


julianne-moore-golden-globes-2016 TOM FORD
this reminds me of that really cool bio-luminescence phenomenon you can see on the shore sometimes at night. but in a bad way. the way that Disney would use in a child’s animation when the princess gets lost in the forest. in fact I’m pretty sure that’s a still from when Snow White runs away from the huntsman and the forest comes alive and she collapses.


viola-davis-golden-globes-2016 MARCHESA
this really hurts me to do because I love Viola Davis. she is so often one of my favourite woman on the red carpet because she exudes strength and beauty and is not afraid to break fashion boundaries with her style choices. but this is too much. firstly, HAS SHE SEEN HER ARMS? I would bench press my worst enemy to have arms like that. so why would you cover them up, Viola? and then the ombre sparkle. it’s just not you. it doesn’t work. you need to stick to clean lines and pure colours, not this 1950s ballroom ballbuster.
it’s the draping. I just can’t. this dress would have been… fine… without those layers and layers of handkerchief sleeves falling behind her. the colour is pretty sensational on her but the sleeves are just too much, especially for such a petite woman. and the cowl neck also makes me want to vomit TBH.

These next few dresses I have a serious problem with. Nudes and neutrals can be a smash hit on the red carpet and there have been some exquiiiiiiiisite dresses in recent years that were on the skin-tone spectrum. But when I cannot tell where you end and your dresses begins, you’re going to be on this list. I do not wish to play and hide with you and what you’re wearing.

this Alexander McQueen would be so spectacular on anyone else. even another pasty patsy. but not on you, Rooney Mara. you look like a giant ball of skin and it’s giving me the creeps.


Amanda Peet, where are you?


is this person even real?
this could have worked. the colour is so beautiful on Leslie Mann and the bottom half of the dress is actually very pretty. but the top just frumps. and that necklace is so unnecessary. this is just a case of bad styling and an ill-fitting dress that ruins what could have been.


OH HELL NO KATY PERRY. I mean, we get it. you have boobs. but this dress looks like it is a size too small just so that you can show them off. and that’s not even the worst part. THAT BEEHIVE ON YOUR HEAD?!?!? honestly if there is a storm, avoid Katy Perry because her hair would be the highest point for lightning to strike.
another repeat of a dress I am almost certain Emmy Rossum has worn; just with her hair up in a quaff. BUH-HOR-RING.


maggie-gyllenhaal-golden-globes-2016 MARC JACOBS
hey Maggie, the waiting room from the 70s pyschedelic doctor called and it wants it’s wallpaper back.
again with the sleeves??? clearly you share a stylist with Jada Pinkett-Smith. or maybe Guiliana had an aerial yoga class that she got stuck in.

That’s it for now. Keep an eye open for the best-dressed list, because luckily for my heart and soul there are those who actually do it right.

Until next time xxx

Haute Hoodlum