frankie Magazine January - February 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

recently, we added member to : a new the frankie family a three-month old puppy named Woody. He entered our lives with a hop, skip and a whole lot of wee, and hasn’t stopped bouncing (or weeing) since. A few weeks in, we came to a realisation: putting together a magazine isn’t all that different to raising a pup. In both instances, you’ll spend your days juggling several tasks at once (like washing the dishes with your hands while a strategically cocked leg keeps a hungry snout out of the bin); cleaning up all manner of messes; and – depending on your anxiety levels – referring to specialist resources to make sure you’re doing everything right. (In one hand, a style guide; in the other, the latest hand book from 'Dog…

3 min
dear frankie

LETTERS@FRANKIE.COM.AU My dearest frankie, I sat down with my coffee on a shitty Sunday morning to read issue 80. Each time I turned the page and exclaimed, "Yes, Eleanor!" or wondered in a quiet panic whether Mia and I are actually the same person, I felt myself slowly untangling. Thanks for always putting humanity into words and letting me feel a little more human while you're at it. Teanna x . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dear frankie, Like the new parents in issue 80, we too are riding a 'new baby tidal wave'. (This morning that tidal wave was a big brown poo-nami all over my husband's clothes!) We welcomed our first baby into the world in August, and…

18 min
frank bits

mirador This isn’t the first time that Mirador has appeared in these here pages, but if you ask us, their latest collection is worth staging a comeback. An ode to the dusty land and moon up high, it has lots of earthy tones, floaty frills and galactic vibes – and it kind of gives us a hankering to go plant some seeds under a full moon. Pop past mirador.net.au if you fancy seeing more. swan song We re going keep this short and sweet. Karen Mabon – British designer of silk scarves and fairytale-like imagery – has taken her artwork somewhere you can plonk your butt on: cushions. They’re made from 100 per cent cotton and are rather delightful indeed. Head to karenmabon.com if you don’t believe us. happy in finland Happy in Finland founder…

3 min
user envy

I went on Instagram for the first time in ages the other day. I haven’t been off it for any particular reason; I just forgot my password to the mobile app about eight months ago and became so incensed by the idea of having to reset it that I almost tossed my phone down a stormwater drain. Enter my email address to receive a reset token? How dare you ask me to perform this disgusting chore! Don’t you know I have better things to do, like dig through my clean laundry pile for undies and then moan to my boyfriend that I can never find anything around this place? Anyway, I was finally moved to log back on, tempted by the promise of fresh pictures of my friends’ children and their…

3 min
the art of happiness...

LESS IS MORE Sometimes I’m happiest when I’m by myself. I never have liked crowds, unless I’m in front of them. Then it’s OK, because there’s space between me and them, and they seem almost like one person. It feels more intimate. But when I’m part of it, I get creeped out. There’s something about a crowd that seems scary; we turn into something else. I just saw this crazy footage of American Nazis in New York City. It looks a little like a Trump rally, but it’s from 1938 at Madison Square Garden – just 20,000 devoted followers of Nazism expressing their thing all at once, saying everything at the same time. It’s weird. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .…

3 min
dear diary

Recently I moved from a large house to a tiny apartment, and in the process of culling my stuff, I came across a stack of high school diaries. As a teenager with very few friends and a serious amount of ‘alone time’, diaries were a lifeline. I bought new ones every couple of months and filled them front to back with rambling stories about my feelings. I don’t know why I find it so surprising, but it turns out teenage Sam was pretty full of angst. Part of the horror of finding your old journals is that they tell a really specific, one-sided version of your adolescence. In one that I assume came from the early puberty period – judging by the words “EMINEM ROX” scribbled on the back – I…