Anyway, lurking what I could find of their new collection I've decided they might have turned a corner and actually started making something decent again. The past couple of seasons (with exceptions for maybe the tasseled numbers of S/S 2011) have been a real let down. This is coming from the poor as sin year 11 girl who used to scour ebay for Shakuhachi bargs on a weekly basis. For those who know what I'm talking about, Shakuhachi had become the Eastern Suburb's bitch. The dresses were maxi and billowy and cross spaghetti strappy or tiny and form fitting. Typical. This is not ground breaking. This is not interesting. For christ sake Shakkers you are not Sass and Bide (don't melt into that mould, you had such a good thing going..). Of course there were exceptions, If Michael Kors can make something wearable then there is a hope for the rest of us... But for the most part it was pretty crap-tastic. In my humble, but very correct opinion.
BUT! Hallelujah! They are back! I'll include some of my favs from last year because come on, I've been pretty mean, even for a cynical youth. They can do good. They do do good. There is a reason why a 17 year old me was so obsessed. I'm so excited! A/W 2012 is Shakuhachi reborn! Into an obscene mix of gingham and red and patent and pink and oh.. oh my..
There is so much fluro right in this dress.
Tassel-tastic. But more importantly: check the 'tude on this models face. I know they're hungry but jesus, this bitch is ready to kill. You can see it in her eyes.. This is where bad assistants go to die.
This dress is perfect for me. Now, when I drag everyone from Oxford Street to Redleaf for an early morning dip I don't need to get undressed. Unless it's of the skinny kind in which case I can just look beach appropriate when the 5am joggers go past. As opposed to my usual response- a disapproving sneer and catty 'your top will never dry in that tree' comment. Well of course it won't but just humour me, ass hole. That bottle of tequila didn't drink itself tonight.
It is necessary to look like a chef that specialises in fetish dinner parties, sometimes. It just is. Don't be above it. Just do it.
(Apart from the last one) THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY. SO MUCH PINK. I'm inspired to wear pink and orange together now. With some lace. And stupid sheer nude stockettes. That I'll borrow off of my great aunt. Because I don't want to be embarrassed at Meyer when I go in to buy them. Because we all know, Meyer staff are the pinnacle of class and cool. And because my great aunt really doesn't need all those sheer stockettes...
Feel the Shak.