frankie Magazine November/December 2018

frankie Magazine is an Australian bi-monthly with a difference. A niche-style title with mainstream appeal – filled with fashion, art, craft, music, cuteness and real-life inspiration – frankie is dedicated to uncovering the newest trends, celebrating the latest creative talents and delivering sharp, honest, laugh-out-loud stories their readers can relate to.

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in this issue

1 min
first thought

most tales of overcoming obstacles involve genuine, deep-rooted hardships; this one involves dress-ups and a plastic bowl. It was medieval day at school (a spin-off of our year 9 history studies), and a sea of students came decked out like folks from the Middle Ages: fair maidens, court jesters, a regal Pope. I’d been assigned the role of medieval minstrel, responsible for the nobility’s musical entertainment throughout the day – weeks of rehearsal with my fellow musos had prepared me for this. A feast was held in the school hall, complete with lavish banquet (roast chicken and veggies) and endless spirits (apple juice and water). Performers took their turns between courses, until it was time for the main event: an elaborate maypole dance, accompanied by a rousing drum solo. This was my time…

3 min
dear frankie

Dearest frankie, I’d been living in London for nine months. I thought I was settling in, but the last few weeks had been tough. Bad news from home, on more than one front, meant I’d lost my best friend and another close one – a death and a misunderstanding. A new job was coming up, but I had a period of lonely non-action and was starting to wonder if it was all a mistake. Until I picked up the stack of magazines my sister had collected and sent to me. Back-dated to issue 82, I started reading, and my small sharehouse began to feel more like home. You’ll always be my favourite. Love Beck Frankie, frankie, frankie... Thank you for putting all my heroes in your recent edition, hand-drawn and stunningly…

20 min
frank bits

sage x clare Normally rumours make us feel a bit on edge, like we might stumble across some damning information we don’t know what to do with. On the other hand, the latest collection from Melbourne homeware aficionados Sage x Clare, Rumah, makes us feel snuggly and warm and rather trouble-free. ‘Rumah’, in this case, means ‘home’ in Indonesian, which is quite fitting, because we’d like to add their goodies to our own abodes ASAP. If you feel the same way, simply head on over to sageandclare.com and have a looksee. bottoms up We were always quite enamoured with the Land of Topsy-Turvy at the top of Enid Blyton’s Faraway Tree, and we have to wonder whether Norwegian designer Ingrid Aspen feels the same. After all, her Bottoms Up glassware range would be…

3 min
braking up

It took me ages to get my driver’s licence. I mean ages – if you’re one of the hundreds of people who gave me a lift to a party between the years 2010 and 2015, thanks for letting me drink in the back seat and sorry about all the terrible music I insisted on playing via aux cable. When I finally passed my test and bought a sensible secondhand hatchback that was nothing like the 1970s Datsun I actually wanted, I realised what I’d been missing out on. Driving rules. It’s the only hallmark of adulthood that actually lives up to expectation, maybe even surpasses it. (Having a credit card? Messy. Working full-time? A cruel, cruel joke. Cooking your own meals? Occasionally fun, except you’re broke and tired due to the…

3 min
second life

In the music video for Christine and the Queens’ song “5 Dollars”, Héloïse Letissier hypnotically rolls the muscles in her spine, applies face cream with a slap, and ponders her outfit for the day. She settles on an intimidating leather harness, strapped over her tiny chest and hidden behind a boxy suit. She leaves the room, and we’re left wondering what – or maybe who – she’s about to conquer. She has transformed once again. Héloïse grew up a wildly shy kid. Her parents – Mum a French and Latin teacher and Dad a professor of Victorian-era literature – encouraged her to live an internal life in the company of book characters. Following a break-up and spiral into depression in her early 20s, she wandered into a London drag club. What…

3 min
in a tight spot

Hello, everyone. My name is Michelle. And I’m a cheapskate. It’s remarkable that it’s taken me so long to admit this – the signs have always been there. Just ask any of my childhood friends who rudely refused my requests to shove their pockets full of free bread samples any time we passed a Baker’s Delight; or any boyfriend who’s waited patiently on a bench while I spent hours in a dollar store, only to emerge empty-handed because “nothing was on sale”. Have a rummage through either of my two bags (I have more bags, but they were expensive and are therefore kept in storage, to be used only for special occasions like my wedding day or funeral) and you’ll find them filled with fistfuls of serviettes from McDonald’s, or packets…