Sunday morning, coming down


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I'm reading a biography about Jimi Hendrix at the moment. So I very much feel like the world ought to be upholstered in velvet, tasseled suede, gold embroidery, beads -- it should be over-saturated with far-out-acid-sparkles of colour, light and tiny mirrors -- we should be out under an expansive, three-quarters-drunk sky, building all kinds of mystical Spanish castles or golden winged ships, weaving flowers or creating something

And then also (to draw on a quite opposite cultural reference), like George Costanza, I would drape myself in velvet -- all day, every day -- if it were socially acceptable.

So, with both George and Jimi in mind, there's a strong argument for why I love Tunnelvision's new lookbook Sunday morning, coming down -- velvet, embroidery and embellishments, tassels and rich, deep colours. Maybe the aftermath of some late-night-early-morning debauchery, drinking and jamming with the ghosts of Jimi, Janis and Jim...

And also, the two ladies who run the show at Tunnelvision -- Madeline and Brit -- seem like the kind of chicks who it would be fun to spin some tales over a bottle of whiskey with, and who also use their online voices to push for something a bit more meaningful than directing readers toward the next thing to consume.