the scent of a woah man.

Le Labo Rose 31 & Frederic Malle French Lover

Well well well...the search for the signature scent. Much like the signature move which can alter your cool factor for LYF (life)! The signature perfume can also have a profound effect on your overall awesomeness, not to mention making you a generally exciting person to smell which is always nice. Especially when people are like "hey lets invite Matisse to this cool function she smells so gooood." (I know thats how people think).

Anyway the search is over I have narrowed it down to two beautiful and different smells. Trust me it was hard work and my nose was seriously enraged by the end of the process...but it came down to Rose 31 by Le Labo which is supposed to be for men but in my opinion (and the opinions of many) is perfect for the female specimen trust me its one sexy everyday fragrance. My second choice was for my dreamy, inner hippie...French Lover by Frederic Malle (this french thing is getting out of hand). Its delicate and sensual and smells so bloody good. You end up smelling like a beautiful guru who spends all day rolling in pachouli and meditating in some cedar trees. Which sounds damn fine to me.

So my wonderful nose (it needs encouragement after what I put it through today) did all the selecting and of course not only do I have expensive taste but apparently my nose does too and I picked "investment" perfume. But I don't care I love them and I'm sure my rad friends will too. PEACE

The Dude Abides.

So it seems like I'm having a bit of a French moment at the moment...which is not hard to believe because I'm pretty much always having a French moment I'm a bit of a wanker like that. Don't even get me started on fromage bro.

THE WORD IS JACQUEMUS and to me it symbolises effortless young Parisian cool and also a sexy sexy pretty french man. Two things that most women aspire to have.  

Theres something about the clothes that doesn't seem forced, its true and thats something I'm always looking for in fashion, because its timeless and REAL. Thats when we move from FASHION to STYLE. And yes it helps that the designer is devastatingly beautiful and my age... gasp. sigh. collapse. Anyway the clothes and the man speak for them selves. Enough said. shut up. 

I give you The Jacquemus or as I call him French Jesus.

JACQUEMUS

Mind the Serge

Everyone wants to be a Birkin, they want her face, they want her hair, they want her weirdly ugly beautiful poet husband, they want her bag.... and I mean this in a girl crush way not in the I want to steal your face and use it as a mask type deal. She is such a  bloody style inspiration it seems every year some model gets the chance to dress up as her and pose with a man nowhere near as beautiful as she. 


And then theres the daughters, Lou and Charlotte who dress all french and no matter what you do you can't replicate it , you either look like a homeless person or a tired Librarian (I think its a sick Parisian conspiracy to make everyone else less cool and chic than they). Anyway here are the Lucky ones, like Miss America they have been granted the opportunity to be the Birkin we all/I want to be...bitchez!

 Jessica Miller Miss Birkin 2007

Stacy Martin Miss Birkin 2011

Aussie Thespian Benedict Samuels the designated Serge. courtesy of Style Me Romy

Daria Werbowy Miss Birkin 2010

pow pow pow

acne pistols my most generic and over used item of 2011

So given the overwhelming response I got from my come back post the other day...the site crashed there were so many visitors all clamouring for a piece of bijouandruby*

So heres a recap of 2010-2011...Over the past year since I stopped blogging I probably had more fashiony things to write about than I ever had before. You see I came into some money/got a job...which meant I now had actual funds to purchase the stuff I used to obsess over on this here blog...its cray cray how happy I became when money was boundless...(I wish I'd known about the whole job thing earlier).

I would also like to apologize for having at least 4 posts on this page that start with "I'm back" or "i know you've missed me" or "calm the fuck down I'm blogging again bitches" I recognise that they were all lies as I never truly did come back. :(

So I hope to truly be back this time and post some shit that is fun and that....

WORDS OF WISDOM: you cannot claim tax on $560 Acne boots the tax man will laugh in your face...

*sarcasm alert

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

         witness an older sisters sad realisation that her once small child of a sister has grown up.

So....here I come tail between my legs with an empty crowd of people all getting on with their lives. I am back? (question mark intended)

Its been over ONE whole year since my last (half assed) post. Looking back on all those joyful comments I had a beautiful future ahead of me.... Like Lindsay Lohan circa Herbie Fully Loaded...Endless possibilities (maybe thats a bit over the top). Basically I feel like I have rotting coke teeth, lip injections and wierd yellow hair and all my followers have migrated to the Kardashian Kamp (confusing digression).

So the blog (if I choose to accept it) is going to take on a slightly different feel.

ONE. You  will see my child like empresses of a sister

TWO. I will combine a bit of filmyness into my cyberworld.

THREE. I  will try to distract you enough with my pure wit that you choose not look through my awkward blog archives.

hot knit

Ah knits. The best best thang about winter. fo shiz.

If I could afford this stuff I might actually be sad that winter is over down undah.

But I can't afford them (yet) and so I say to winter FUCK OFF please.

lots of love

Oprahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(Australians have been forced to change their name in honor of the lady from the windy north coming to visit *insert crazy oprah audience face here*)

Romeo and Juliet

I'm baaaack (insert poltergeist voice)

But what might you ask brought me running back to the land of blogspot

(i'm become a tumblr addict...its just so easy)

....floral embroidery.

Yep I sit here before you a firm believer that flowers and leather

do match and should not have been ignored for so long.

Sure they're different and may come from two separate

worlds but that doesn't mean they shouldn't be together...does it?

So I say to you Christopher Kane thank you for taking a stand

and I would be more than happy to join your flowery leather cause.

equal rights to all!

NOTE: I'm an actor/blogger (I think every actor must have a slash involved) and have just posted a few videos some are silly and others are serious...please check them out and pass them along.

http://www.youtube.com/user/matisseliketheartist

RIP petit mal

zawada

Admit it we are all fashion nerds, and what is our bible? The Magazine

and what is a Dorks bible?? a Comic book duh! (and thats not generalisation at all)

So why not combine the two. Genius.

Iekeliene Stange with a Crap speech bubble. priceless.

Carven Marven

carven

Today I did two puzzles...while babysitting this morning I did a four piece Thomas the Tank Engine block puzzle.

And in the evening I was systematically taking tiny zoomed in pictures off the Carven website and piecing them together, in order to create the badly proportioned picture above.

So I went through the pain of pasting a pasty ankle on to a pasty calf...and then I went to sleep and dreamt my feet were amputated.

Awesome.

But I did it because I adore this brand and their sexy/sweet frenchy dresses.

x

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bed knobs and broomsticks

I liked it better when girls had names that rhymed with Muffy

and would stab a Vamp before she depressingly/awkwardly kissed him.

I always liked D grade TV witches better anyway.

Note: the last excerpt is from the transcripts of the Salem witch trials, Goodwife Walford is one of my great x million grand mothers, she was acquitted. Yew!

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