Chevron stripe homewares, and a few dodgy, Chevron inspired memories...

When I think of Chevrons, I must admit that the first thought that pops into my mind is of sneaking, underage, into the St Kilda Road nightclub of that name when I was doing year 12.  Then all I can think of is my girlfriends and I  dancing around our handbags.. and after that it is all a blur of shoulder pads and court shoes and pale lipstick and a strange drink called a Rusty Nail... I think the old Chevron, like just about every other building in Melbourne is an apartment block now. Probably a good thing, actually.

But I digress... here is a page I styled for the Sunday Age M Magazine, featuring the chevron, aka the zigzag, the herringbone, the flamestitch - whatever you like to call it.

Big props to the lovely Kylie from the Goldchalk blog who came along on the day to help out.  Marking out and painting those lines on the flat was painstaking and time-consuming and without Kylie there, I think 1 may have ended up in tears, so thanks Kylie!  Here's a peek behind the scenes.

as it appeared on the page

This page ran in the Sunday Age M Magazine today.  Photography by Mike Baker, styling and writing by me,  styling assistant, Kylie Tyrrell.

hx