fork.spoon.knife

daisy chains.

2009-11-24T03:43:00.000-08:00

today i was a lady bug.

& i saw the daisy ring by Dior Joaillerie

which i want.

& thus,

this picture is a perfect summary of today's events.*

* n.b. not a perfect summary of today's events. today's events were particularly low fashion and lolz filled.

every shred of dignity lost.

young adult friction.

2009-11-16T17:30:00.001-08:00

i'm really enjoying the softness of vintage-feel videos at the moment.
which seems appropriate,
given that i've never really had the time to indulge in film or videos,
i may as well embrace a look which embodies where it all began.

i also enjoy the pains of being pure at heart.

sorry that this embodies every painfully hipster cliche in terms of both video and song choice.

arcadia.

2009-11-14T20:13:00.001-08:00

So, I walked into the uni bar the other day between classes, only to be confronted with this:

I couldn't help but thank the gods that there wasn't one of these installed at the Lansdowne one fateful night.
That would have introduced a whole new level of lolz/complication, given that the guitar approach would probably be harder to reject than the killing animal approach.
On second thoughts, either approach would be pretty easy to reject if you consider the quality of the persons pursing our attention.
Snap.

(you never have) any fun.

2009-11-14T16:57:00.001-08:00

in bed with foucault.

2009-11-14T03:35:00.000-08:00

oh to be french.. they're so elite.
currently chillin' with some tea and some foucault.

he's pretty cool guy,
and knows good sex.

i dig it.
just wish i could find him sporting some parisian stripes and a baguette.

hi.

2009-11-12T22:52:00.001-08:00

kitten love, via anna, which made my day.

i think she quite possibly has the best school in the world.

lose/lose.

2009-11-12T18:39:00.000-08:00

So, don't go ahead and try find and download this game. It would be like playing with swine flu or some other type of virus.

But ha! I like the notion of games to reality.

"Lose/Lose is a video-game with real life consequences. Each alien in the game is created based on a random file on the players computer. If the player kills the alien, the file it is based on is deleted. If the players ship is destroyed, the application itself is deleted.

Although touching aliens will cause the player to lose the game, and killing aliens awards points, the aliens will never actually fire at the player. This calls into question the player's mission, which is never explicitly stated, only hinted at through classic game mechanics. Is the player supposed to be an aggressor? Or merely an observer, traversing through a dangerous land?

Why do we assume that because we are given a weapon an awarded for using it, that doing so is right?

By way of exploring what it means to kill in a video-game, Lose/Lose broaches bigger questions. As technology grows, our understanding of it diminishes, yet, at the same time, it becomes increasingly important in our lives. At what point does our virtual data become as important to us as physical possessions? If we have reached that point already, what real objects do we value less than our data? What implications does trusting something so important to something we understand so poorly have?

KILLING ALIENS IN LOSE/LOSE WILL DELETE FILES ON YOUR HARDDRIVE PERMANANTLY"

ideas are awesome.

2009-11-12T17:56:00.000-08:00

Paper animation,

so perfectly executed.

i have a lonely heart.

2009-11-10T16:23:00.000-08:00

expect to hear continual pleas for leg lengthening procedures from now on.

i have so much love for these damn polka dot pants. they make me want to scream AMAZING over and over.

just wish my tiny body would be able to carry them as intended.

kind of enjoy the lace version also.

lonely hearts, you're making me all lonely.

come.onnnn.

i guess i could settle for short versions,

but who am i to settle?

& they just destroy the entire effect.

lagerfeld vs marx.

2009-11-09T14:35:00.000-08:00

oh, and another thing.

4 months later,
the stupidly amazing birthday gift from my other b.f.f.s.
[you actually read this, & i pretty much love you kids].

d.i.y love.

tied up with string.

2009-11-09T14:10:00.000-08:00

have you ever reminisced about which movies from your childhood scare you?

well, I always have the most curious response.

THE SOUND OF MUSIC.

(seriously.)

I don't know what it is that i found scary about it. probably the general happy sentiment & excessively happy sing-alongs? either way, putting that movie on was a sure fire way to make me cry.
yet to this day one part of the movie still sits with me.
maria, and her stupidly catchy verse.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

I woke up this morning in the midst of exams; said goodmorning to my new b.f.f. sleep deprivation (that's another story, kids); and found a sea of packages waiting for me on the table.

in a frenzied opening of packages my mind was set into conflict.
[online shopping tends to ruin my bank account,]
[what have i actually bought?!]
[i really do enjoy the romantic aspect of "presents" in the mail (regardless of whether i have to enter my credit card details to get them)].

just bare with me a second longer, i'm in word-count filling mode. i AM going somewhere.
(just not necessarily in a direction you will care for).

But here is my favourite package:
a small, but stupidly kind gesture from my b.f.f. who i haven't seen in months.
the perfect study aid +++ sent me into a little pixie squee.
"cute little pixie girls get more!"
<3 <3

Frost*Fashion.

2009-11-09T03:41:00.000-08:00

An embossed baby on my tshirt.
Exactly what I need.
(No, REALLY!)
Via pedestrian.

shocking fashion.

2009-11-08T19:21:00.001-08:00

Controversial fashion shoot/campaign?

superette: drop dead gorgeous.

zomg. QUICK!

Someone call PETA, clearly this is their domain. Cos I'm sure they'd be willing to conceptualise the 'model' as 'animal' in a vain attempt to launch some publicity for themselves.

Superette launched a new campaign to coincide with their opening of a second store in New Zealand. The campaign is titled 'be caught dead in it'. As the article linked above suggests this has received global attention. So what is the crime here? Shit, they used a pun. It carried through to a concept.

To the critics of this shoot, what do you want to see? You want fashion to become static?
I'm sure these voices are the same voices who scream that models are getting to thin, skin is getting too pale, there are rats on the catwalks etc.etc. And sure, some of these points have more merit than others.
But uh, dude. Fashion is meant to change/evolve.

Superette is a small store in New Zealand (available online also). They're the small fish in a big pond. And yet, their willing to push boundaries. Willing to 'shock', and 'offend'. Which I'm not sure the above shoot even does. The pun leads the shoot in a pretty obvious direction. What did the critics expect to see?

Leave fashion alone. Let these concepts evolve. Let fashion change.
Because, seriously. No models were harmed in the making of the above campaign.
(Rant ended).

hellhole ratrace.

2009-11-08T02:22:00.000-08:00

I'm sick and tired of the way that I feel,

I'm sick of dreaming and its never for real.

I'm all alone with my deep thoughts.

I'm all alone with my heartache and my good intentions.

I work to eat and drink and sleep just to live,

Feels like I'm never getting back what I give.

I've got a sad song in my sweet heart.

And all I really am is needing some love and attention.

And I don't want to cry my whole life through,

I want to do some laughing too.

So come on, come on, come on, come on, laugh with me.

And I dont want to die without shaking up a thing or two,

Yeah, I want to do

some dancing too.

So come on, come on, come on, come on, dance with me.

Sometimes you've just gotta make it for your

self.

Sometimes sugar, it just takes someone else.

Sometimes you've just gotta make it for yourself.

Sometimes baby, you just need someone else.

lust for life.

2009-11-06T17:32:00.000-08:00

Stills from Girls - Lust for life.
lusting for that life
& the constant softness.

russian love.

2009-11-06T02:09:00.000-08:00

I've had a stupid love affair with the notion of 'Russian' for quite some time now,

& that's less to do with culture/geography/history/philosophy;

but rather, more to do with a good set of legs that didn't even come out of Russia.

(Whoops)

Now though, I'm kind of intrigued by things that genuinely do come out of the country.

Alla Nestulova's photography captures a warmth within the chilling reality of the Russian climate & (popular) history. It sort of gives the sense that something lovely sits beneath a cold exterior.

& has drawn me in a little.

I never thought I'd be intrigued to learn about a Russia(n) with a little more substance. But wow, I am.

He's just my Dale.

2009-11-05T04:45:00.000-08:00

Most wouldn't believe it, but I'm a romantic.

Through and through,

in the true sense of the word.

Nothing could make me happier than people, nature, love, beauty.

& I'm pretty happy to find all of the above in most things.

& yet I don't want to settle down.

The other day I was told I'd live this way until I turned 27.

Then, I'd meet Dale.

Something would happen, who knows what.

But, he'd tie me down.

This semi-attractive tradie.

I'd live my life finding comfort in a few material things,

COMFORT.

Not happiness,

just, comfort.

Years would pass,

and then one day, finally, I would decide maybe I did love him, & my offspring, & their offspring.

For no other reason than he provided security, & comfort.

I wanted to spew a little.

I actually still do.

That's my problem.

It's not that I don't believe in love.

It's not that I don't see how amazing people can be.

Actually, I think I love most people too much,

I'm pretty carefree like that.

So, I believe in love.

I just don't believe in comfort.

Nothing could make me more, well, uncomfortable.

Comfort has never meant happiness for me,

and it never could.

I'm not even saying I'm right.

I'm not even sure if I'm convinced that I am..

I actually feel horrible that I can't give things a go, because I want something more.

But, I do.

Dale just isn't enough.

In fact, Dale couldn't scare me more.

Sorry.

Repost.

2009-11-05T03:45:00.000-08:00

How fashion forgot the little guy.

100% sympathies/kind of get it.

Static.

2009-11-03T18:14:00.000-08:00

Fear/Labels.

Labels/Fear.

Don't leave me static.

Wolf in sheeps clothing.

2009-09-30T05:48:00.001-07:00

This
is
way
too
cute.

Dear Rumi.

2009-09-27T19:30:00.000-07:00

Stop stealing my fashion crushes and then blogging them,

or you're toast.

It's making my purchases feel dirrrty.

Mr Chain Gang bag by deadly ponies.

New York, I love you.

2009-09-25T21:04:00.000-07:00

But you're bringing me down.

Dear Dior.

2009-09-25T20:58:00.000-07:00

High end couture = high end skulls.

Price? Confidential.

princess diana.

2009-09-15T05:51:00.000-07:00

I'm well aware that these photos suck, but hey,

this is my fast and hard lesson into the reality that manual cameras are hard to use and stuff.

So here, for the girls who wanted to see some stuff,

first ever 120 film.

Next time i'll remember to not take blank photos in my bag, change the focus, and maybe see someone about my shakes.

Make Believe.

2009-09-08T19:52:00.000-07:00

“In a land far far away, there is a place with glitter capped mountains, fields of silk and flowers where unicorns roam, a place that you have never even dreamed of. Magnificent things happen in this mysterious dynasty…”

This is make believe.

Falling in love with their Petal to the Metal collection.

Holland, you're tight.

2009-09-08T16:05:00.000-07:00

Henry Holland has stepped away from rhyming tees to do a collaboration with Pretty Polly. The result? Intriguing tights.

Which is really good, because although it is warming up, I can pretty much guarantee I will be in tights all summer.

Check them out at My Tights, where they'll only set you back $19.95.

Pennsylvania.

2009-09-08T05:46:00.000-07:00

Where on earth is Pennsylvania? I don't really know the answer to this, but I don't really care.

Just feel like visiting E L L E R Y's version of it.

This dress has me really intrigued. I've liked the idea of cutouts in dresses, but most of them end up looking really trashy on.

Really appreciating this take on the idea then, because honestly, only girls who wear low cut jeans with g-strings hanging out over their southern cross tattooed muffin top can make this part of the body look sleazy.

October delivery = love.

Heros in a half shell.

2009-09-03T05:41:00.001-07:00

... turtle power.

Squid-tastic.

2009-08-31T05:51:00.001-07:00

Just made a giant squid of myself.

No biggie.

Stabbing Crucifix.

2009-08-27T05:48:00.000-07:00

Kind of wondering whether my weirdly Catholic family would be offended by a set of dagger rosary beads.

Kind of wondering whether that would stop me.

Pamela Love Rosary, via bona drag.

Spinning Webz.

2009-08-26T05:51:00.001-07:00

Obesity & Speed shredded cobweb tee.

Skinny Nelson.

2009-08-25T23:01:00.001-07:00

You love Skinny Nelson, Skinny Nelson loves you, Skinny Nelson loves the environment, so you get fashions that love the environment.

Pretty good deal.

This hooded cape is by far my favourite lounging gear.

I get it.

...My dad doesn't.

Double Denim.

2009-08-25T18:17:00.000-07:00

I feel like some denimz.

Given the price tag of previously posted Alexander Wang leather/denim optionz, I may have to settle for something a little more conveniently priced. Such as

Just FM. $125 US.

Shakuhachi, $240 AUS. Available for pre order via mycatwalk.

Or, this Stolen Girlfriends Club baby.

Elephants, Kittens and Skulls.

2009-08-25T18:12:00.000-07:00

Michelle Chang jewels are a little bit cute, and a little bit cheap. Actually, too cute. Want them all. Will fulfill my pet desires.

Go to Etsy.

Blair has it all.

2009-08-25T17:36:00.000-07:00

Now that she has those Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony Boots, I am quite a bit more jealous.

Fuck you, Upper East Side.

Too much Wang makes a Fashion Slut.

2009-08-25T17:04:00.001-07:00

There's something about Wang which just makes a woman glow.

Okay, so whilst there is a certain post-coital glow or allure, I am again talking about the fashion kind.

Dear Alexander Wang. Come into my life. You just make women look good.

Period.

I don't care what form it comes in. For instance, I was told to get a backpack for uni. Sure, can it be a Wang one?

Or, I'm all for living in sweaters. Wang?

Denim, and leather? Oh. Wang.

Or, how about draping me in soft t-shirt dresses, or tight body con dresses?

Yes.

I definitely need Wang.

Public Service Announcement.

2009-08-24T20:52:00.000-07:00

TV is pretty rad.

It's online now, too.

Huh?

Not the television kind douches.

The fashion (better) kind.

50% off all winter stock to celebrate.

Win!

TV TV TV

He was a skater boy.

2009-08-23T06:37:00.000-07:00

Beach/skate park pool hangz = best Sunday hangz for a long time.

Unromantic picnic right in the deep end. It's slurpies and fries for the win.

Empty pools are the most unromantic of settings. Pretty sure they just spell rape.

Well, fuck that.

It's

<3 <3 <3.

Life with my best kidz is so much better than this uni mess/joke.

Being by the sea is so much better than being in a sea of uni.

Bring on November.

Partypartyparty.

Double Down.

2009-08-20T21:49:00.001-07:00

KFC chicken instead of the buns.

"I don't know what 'Colonel's Sauce' is, but it is like a party in my mouth."

America, you make me sick.

Mini Market.

2009-08-20T20:01:00.000-07:00

Mini Market invite you to dress as if you were right out of the pages of your favourite fairy tale.

Dressing up is always kind of a win.

As soon as I can fly.

2009-08-18T17:28:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure how successful human flight has ever been. Well, apart from planes and various other contraptions. But flight isn't easy, or cheap ya'll.

So if anyone asks why I want to spend so much money on my next dress, I'm just going to tell them it's the latest in aerodynamic technology.

Konstantina Mittas has the most epic winged designs. In fact, lets just say some of the most epic designs in general. Epically priced, but stumpy friendly. Designed to be cut to suit.

Go have a geeze at the grand social.

Then mark it down as another win in the human flight game, and another win to the grand social.

Help a girl out with some dollars, yo?

Friday I'm in Love.

2009-08-13T05:39:00.000-07:00

Always missin' my people by Thursday.

Need some weekend kid time in my life please.

Life in an instant.

2009-08-11T19:12:00.000-07:00

Robert Reader polaroidz.

Pretty psyched to be taking the Diana out on the first real adventure.

So many photography related things to purchase. With expectant worst amateur photographer results.

Twentythree.

2009-08-08T21:25:00.000-07:00

Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty...

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

- Frans Kafka.

Believe in one day.

2009-08-08T21:23:00.001-07:00

It made sense in the moonlight.

2009-08-08T21:21:00.001-07:00

I find it hard to believe you don't know

The beauty that you are

But if you don't let me be your eyes

A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind

That inside you're twisted and unkind

Let me stand to show that you are blind

Please put down your hands

'Cause I see you

I'll be your mirror

- The Velvet Underground.

No Direction.

2009-08-06T20:26:00.000-07:00

I'm heading in no particular direction.

I'm glad fashion is as confused as I.

Polish Sausage.

2009-08-06T20:20:00.000-07:00

Sausage dogs' are getting the world of lovin'.

Moe Lovin'.

2009-08-06T20:16:00.000-07:00

Mustaches on strings are the finest of things.

bat handling.

2009-08-04T06:08:00.000-07:00

sick sick sick jewels over at opening ceremony.

if you got a dime (or a thousand or so), send me some material lovin'.

eye am all for bat handling.

Bat Cuff.

Eye Ring

Fisting? Fist Ring.

Jaci Bailey.

2009-07-24T06:06:00.000-07:00

These floral jeans have me intrigued.

Thoughts?

Chloe Sevigny, or 40 year old colour-mum?

Regardless, there's some pretty florals and denims happening in the collection (florals, still?). It's a cute colour pallet, oui?

P.S. Spot the blatant Anzevino and Florence copy.

Elegantly Wasted.

2009-07-24T05:45:00.000-07:00

Hi world. Gosh.

During uni time I always felt this blog was a bit of an unwelcome distraction.

I always thought I posted things haphazardly, witho

ut heart or attention to detail.

It felt rushed and superficial.

I was always meant to have more time for it when I was on holidays.

Well, world. I've been on holidays. Can you tell? And my little ode to cutlery has died as a result. I guess with that intro you'd expect either some kind of amazing po

st, or something akin to a farewell.

Sucker.

I'm bringing you neither. I'm just reposting what you'll have already seen. Do I care? Not really.

I simply feel like saying that if you are a boy, and want to dress in the entire Fortunes Fool collection (images via pedestrian.tv) I want to

a) undress you, redress you, undress you

b) profess my undying love for you, possibly propose marriage

and

c) be pretty creepy and try on your clothes whilst you go

off to work

May I?

Boy fashions rule. And if you can pull off man leggings, you're pretty much ace.

The Legacy of Freud.

2009-06-28T02:10:00.001-07:00

Michael Jackson, the modern day Peter Pan is dead. News flash! So, I figured it's probably a suitable time to clean out my own little slice of Neverland, and do away with my freakishly child like room.

Which means, I think I want to throw out everything I've ever owned, ever.

Although, I've come across some wonderful things.

Which, I probably don't want to do away with forever.

Dear internet, here is my ode to Freud.

It's a mans world.
Every dog has a bone.
And You got none.
Leaving you hungry,
The future is blown.

Something is missing,
Ignighting a fear
Castration, Castration
(Daddy, I love you.)
Where too from here?

//It's a girl thing.
//You ain't got it.
//Gender fixation.
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it.
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it.
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Breasts, inferior.
Your dad, superior.
But baby,
He don't want you.
Make yourself pretty,
For another man.
How do you do it?
Down girl, Down.
Rugburn! Rugburn!

//It's a girl thing.
//You ain't got it.
//Gender fixation.
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it.
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it.
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Hey Girl!
You got Penis envy.
Penis envy,
A girl's disease.
Gender separation.
You know how to fix it.
Down girl!
On your knees.
That's right.
Down girl!
You need rugburn!

//It's a girl thing.
//You ain't got it.
//Gender fixation.
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it.
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it.
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Rugburn, Rugburn.
No Penis?
You need rugburn!
Hey bitch,
Where's your rugburn?
Oral fixation.
For your situation.
Rugburn! Rugburn!
Caress it.
Rugburn rugburn rugburn rugburn

Alex Mack.

2009-06-23T19:39:00.000-07:00

I swear, at some point in the night I managed to be something other than a puddle of dissolved, drunken mess on the floor of a club.

Contrary to photographic evidence.

Pending good behaviour bond.

Pending breaking parole.

Meow.

2009-06-16T19:13:00.001-07:00

This little persian has a bit of domestic in him.

The perfect little Willow.

Sold.

Should probably stop naming pets in pet stores.

Bones.

2009-06-16T19:07:00.001-07:00

London fashion graduates have everything to offer.

This time they're putting the skeletons back in your closet, where they belong.

Matthew Miller, Skeleton Shirt.

Cute.

I can just imagine a good set of bones beneath it.

geographically unconscious?

2009-06-16T05:50:00.000-07:00

Maybe.

But,

Los Angeles - Las Vegas - Mexico - Nashville - Baltimore - New York - London - Scotland - Bristol - Japan.

Pipedreams.

Drunk Dial.

2009-06-08T06:18:00.000-07:00

Somewhere to go if you need reminding that peoples' lives suck more than your own.
textsfromlastnight.

Starry Eyed.

2009-06-07T20:47:00.001-07:00

.
.
.
...

How much faith can we put in the stars, when they're thousands of miles away?

...
.
.
.

We can wreck our minds.

2009-06-05T18:29:00.000-07:00

And you break me into lines

We can shake our bodies

And wreck our minds

I'm a bitter man, I know

But listen honey, you're no fun.

I will never love like you

But you will probably hate like me

Oh lovelessly, and empty

Full of god, and god makes plenty

You will go on searching

For someone to keep you killing

If you love me, won't you leave me?

'cause I want to settle down

First you

Fade into the background

Wouldn't even call me

Had the nerve to leave me

Go ahead and love me

I'm a hungry man

Ever since you went away.

- Raised by Wolves, Voxtrot.

Oh, what a sweet poppy mess.

The Cool Kids.

2009-06-05T16:20:00.000-07:00

Ah. Some kids are way too cool.

Straight Hate.

2009-06-05T07:59:00.000-07:00

Oh, blogging. You're so cutesy.

So forgive me if I get a little hateful over here.

It's str8 up h8n.

Love B.Wrecks and I.

WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

Quit it with the admiration.

2009-06-04T04:42:00.001-07:00

This will be the last time I applaud New Zealand fashion (this week, at least).

I wish it would stop being so good. (Don't stop!)

Now, I have one more New Zealand love affair to confess to.

Blak, a label which captures elusive cosmopolitan practicality.

Must get my hands on the zipper batwing dress (top dress, but in black).

Sending out emails as we speak, and visiting the Moku Boutique as soon as my law degree permits.

Sex with sheep.

2009-06-04T03:27:00.000-07:00

Stolen Girlfriends Club, feel free to steal my heart.

You pretty much already have.

And, if you don't, the first boy I see in the sequined cardigan will.

Denim. Leather. Sheer. Structure.

So sexually charged.

Fuck.

New Zealand have done it again.

Images blatantly thieved from pedestrian.tv.

I don't want to eat it.

2009-06-04T02:42:00.000-07:00

Romanticised by the dense,

Idealised by the obtuse.

Envied by the bland and urinated on by vagrants,

Hallowed by the cliched and littered with the depraved.

I'm what New York used to be.

New York, I love you.

Parklife.

2009-06-04T02:19:00.000-07:00

Current Lineup:

A-TRAK

AEROPLANE (DJ Set)

ART VS SCIENCE

AUTOKRATZ (First ever Australian show)

BENI

BERTIE BLACKMAN (Sneaker Set)

BUSY P (DJ & Host)

CLAUDE VONSTROKE

THE COOL KIDS

CRYSTAL CASTLES

EMPIRE OF THE SUN (First ever live show)

EROL ALKAN (First ever Australian show)

JUNIOR BOYS (First ever Australian show)

KASKADE

LA ROUX (First ever Australian show)

LADY SOVEREIGN

LITTLE BOOTS (First ever Australian show)

METRIC (First ever Australian show)

METRONOMY

MSTRKRFT

SHAZAM

THE ASTON SHUFFLE

THE GLIMMERS

THE RAPTURE

TIGA

Since when did a pill-popping, fake-tanned festival which is in direct marketing cahoots with Raben shoes become about the most exciting Australian festival? Oh my.
I think I will regretfully be buying tickets to this, (again).

Let them eat...

2009-06-03T17:45:00.000-07:00

...candy.

Designer candy, no less.

For that added deliciousness.

Chanel Green Apple

Louis Vuitton Watermelon Slice

Yves Saint Laurent Caramel and Wild Cherry

and,

Gucci Juicy Pomegranate.

Saint Valentine.

2009-06-03T07:12:00.001-07:00

I sound like a jaded lover,

which I promise I'm not.

I'm no lover to begin with.

I fight,

not hug.

Chocolates?

No, thank you.

I want,

Cheap girls, cheap boys, cheap booze.

Romantic dresses, torn at the seams.

Bruised arms, with broken hearts.

Mud pies, and dead roses.

Love voodoo, with loveless literature.

Romantic sentiments, ripped apart.

Hand-holding? Abandoned!

Loving gazes? Shot down!

This is a very unromantic picnic.

To which you are uninvited.

Oh.

A such a hopeless unromantic.

Revolution/Resolution.

2009-06-03T06:57:00.000-07:00

These hard times.

Where mediocrity reigns,

And revolution is the most important word in our language.

Perhaps it is time to applaud thinkers, not business.

Embrace art, not money.

Band together, and think of the future.

Perhaps...

It is, however, definitely a time to cover yourself in glow in the dark body paint and dance.

Patrick Wolf - Hard Times

Cocaine.

2009-06-02T23:11:00.000-07:00

Cocaine on sale on the shelves of Western Sydney supermarkets. (Funny how this picture pretty much sums up Western Sydney youth.)

Oh my.

Yet, leading drug and alcohol experts are saying consumers are being exploited. And rightly so. Cocaine is a sham. Merely 80mg of caffeine, which apparently gives you an instant sugar rush, and caffeine high which will last 5 hours. I've been abusing caffeine for years. Your sugary promises mean nothing to me.

Give me the real thing.

Always the real thing.

Coc(aine)-a-cola?

Drawing Blanks.

2009-06-02T21:39:00.000-07:00

"...where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire -- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in... this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged..."

- American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis.

A fucking amazing piece of english.

Society is feeling a little like a personality disorder.

No wonder it was so easy to empathise with the psychopathic.

From Russia With Love.

2009-06-02T21:33:00.000-07:00

New russian love affair via Vogue Russia.

Micro-Mini.

2009-06-01T07:31:00.000-07:00

You've got micro bats.

I've got micro squirrels.

Squee!

Blind worship is all you'll ever accept.

2009-05-30T18:11:00.000-07:00

I hate models

and I hate the way,

they look at you in the eyes and they say,

just how great your life could be

Although I think that,

you've got nothing to be pleased about,

'cos blind worship is the only thing

you'll ever accept

I hate TV (TV, TV, TV)

and i hate the way

It looks at you in the eye and then say's

just how great your life it could have been

Although I think that,

you've got nothing to be pleased about,

'cos blind worship is the only thing

you'll ever accept

I hate models

and I hate the way,

they look at you in the eyes and they say,

just how great your life could be

Although I think that,

you've got nothing to be pleased about,

'cos blind worship is the only thing

you'll ever accept.

- Neils Children, I hate Models.

(oh, what thinly veiled sentiment).

Oh snap.

2009-05-30T18:04:00.001-07:00

I'm too fat to be a hipster.

Golddddddddd.

Rings and Chains.

2009-05-24T23:00:00.001-07:00

Diamonds are a girl's best friend, especially if there's chains involved. It's pretty much finger bondage.

Double Band Chain Ring by Made Her Think. $336 US from Bona Drag.

One of these would be splendid, thank you.

Let them eat cake.

2009-05-24T16:58:00.001-07:00

Let them eat cake, designer style. Swedish photographer Therese Algard and prop designer Lisa Edsalv baked a bunch of cupcakes for some of the worlds most recognised labels. Model cakes, for model people.

Back from the train wreck.

2009-05-24T05:00:00.000-07:00

I need more injuries to validate my behaviour this weekend.

Ab.so.lute.me.ss.

Also rather hilarious.

Apparently I took a few phone photos.

Apparently I don't even know who half the people in the photos are.

About 1000 random things occurred.

Swine love, 7am skateboarding, broken hearts, bouncy balls, girl in the poster, cupcakes, ADD meds, 6am parks, and walking to Redfern.

Mes-sy.

Machtastic.

2009-05-23T22:57:00.000-07:00

Can the truth exist in a machiavellian state?

Had I the patience to complete honours in psychology, I would really love to test this question. I'm proposing a machiavellian gladiator of sorts. A battle of wits, and of truth. Imagine a machiavellian writing a psychological test for another machiavellian.

Much of our psychological research on this personality type fail for want of reliability, given that machiavellians are often able to deduce the purpose of the test, and therefore manipulate their answers to accord with the hypothesis of the experimenter. They lack the truth, because the truth undermines the power of the machiavellian.

Sure, we have some checks and balances in place when testing personality disorders, but these too can be manipulated. The skilled machiavellian should, hypothetically, be able to overcome these tests.

So, who wins when a machiavellian writes the test? Do the machs cancel each other out? Are there degrees of machiavellian personality; and therefore we would see the stronger mach win?Do we end up with the truth in a machiavellian state? Or, are they so incapable of truth, that we end further from the truth than when the testing began?...

Hair Envy.

2009-05-22T19:24:00.000-07:00

Rats!

2009-05-22T19:16:00.000-07:00

Squee(!!!)

Fashion shoot with rats = almost cutest shoot ever.

Model Ellen Danes is quite a babe too.

More of the shoot +++ others by pretty great photographer, Gemma Booth.

French Kissing.

2009-05-22T19:07:00.000-07:00

Sacha Hilton.

This 18 year old Parisian's blog and style look like they've been torn straight out of a French Gossip Girl spin off.

Completely impeccable +++ cute party kids/boys in glitter.

Foetus Shakes.

2009-05-22T18:12:00.000-07:00

A: "Do you know anyone who would wear a foetus as a ring?"

S: "Actually, I do."

H: "Do you mean Fran?"

^_^

My sick sick mind is heaps infamous.

Ideasideasideas.

2009-05-22T04:01:00.001-07:00

Think I might twitter myself to $50,000.

Just got to find the missing link.

Fuckin' riots.

2009-05-21T06:59:00.000-07:00

15 year old sprouters have the greatest ideas. I'm a little bit jealous of their tech-savvy ability to put them into practice.

Vinyl Riot is one example. An online mag, written by you.

That is, as long as you like choco-tea, vinyl bras, polaroid pictures, have cool kicks and a sweet hair doo. A magazine for the dreamers, the mainstream-haters, the fashion freak and the art geek.

It's connecting a creative internet age, combining the perspectives experience and knowledge of anyone with the interwebs.

I dare you to think of something worth showing the world; go and write on this shit.

It'll be ideas which aren't diluted by an individual perspective/Collectivism equals power, or some shit.

The Virgin Issue is online now.

Dear Noir.

2009-05-21T06:39:00.000-07:00

.noir.sheer.structure.

.so dark and lovely.

.techno earth inspiration board.

prim.

i think i could marry black/at very least, marry in black.

Maybe someday, this feeling will kidnap you.

2009-05-21T06:06:00.000-07:00

Sex, photography, art, fashion.

Girls, boys, bare chests, bare legs.

Words, illustration, beauty.

Vanity Teen.

Just another online magazine to waste away the rainy days.

1/4RVCA.

2009-05-21T05:43:00.000-07:00

ANPQuarterly is a free arts magazine published by RVCA, with a focus on all that is creative within the broader community. Think music, art, and all that is worth acknowledging; through the eyes of a brand synonymous with street culture.

The publication either benefits or suffers from the financial backing it receives from a successful brand; and you should probably be the judge of that.

Except, to do so, you'll have to be quick. Numbers are always limited, and are getting picked up quicker and quicker these days. Also, if you're in Australia, you can only get it from two places.

Sydney people; get it at Monsters Children Gallery (20 Burton St., Surry Hills)

or, Melbournites; Someday (Level 3 Curtin House, 252 Swanston Street).

GO!

Clare.

2009-05-21T05:38:00.001-07:00

I think this girl actually goes to my uni; which, based on the number of North Shore bogans studying there, shouldn't come as any surprise.

I pretty much wanted to go talk to her. Except, I was worried I'd have to go through her PR.

Kind of awesome that you can score yourself a PR by being a drunk Kings Cross bogan.

BANG.

Procreation.

2009-05-19T18:23:00.001-07:00

I momentarily considered reproducing and child rearing yesterday, and became all pro-procreation because I witnessed some Cheap Monday baby gear first hand.

Tiniest lot of skinny denim I have ever seen(!!!), and fashions more Fran-sized than anything else in store.

Super, super cute. Pretty sure a Cheap Monday baby would be breaking all the hearts in the playground.

Do playground fashions a service, and get your kid into this stuff. Because, I can't be bothered to reproduce.

Seen at the Cheap Monday Store in Bondi, which, for the record, is a thousand times better than the Cheap Monday pop-up store.

15 O'BRIEN ST, BONDI

MON-SAT 10AM-6PM, SUN 11AM-5PM

Flutter By.

2009-05-18T06:32:00.000-07:00

Butterflies can see red, green and yellow.

Kind of sad that this little guy can't see how pretty he is.

Good As Gold, Bro.

2009-05-17T21:08:00.000-07:00

Apparently New Zealand do more than play rugby.

Like, they can be pretty okay at fashion, art and music too.

Good As Gold looks pretty sweet (from its interweb shopfront at least), and now I'm a little sad I won't be able to see the real thing any time soon.

This is owing to the fact they have a pretty great artist/shopfront collab going on.

Sarah Brueckner... graphic designer/artist/illustrator.

You be the judge.

Check out more photos on the Good As Gold blog.

La Balloon Rouge.

2009-05-17T19:39:00.000-07:00

My weekend consisted of a little less party, a little more arts and crafts, and Mountains pig roasting adventures.
Also, a lot of youtube viewing.
A friend of mine showed me these unofficial video clips by j. tyler helms on youtube, and they're pretty fucking ace.
Here is Grizzly Bear vs La Balloon Rouge, a 1950's film. A super sweet film, with a bitchin' little child star.

Somehow, he manages to collect footage from films which perfectly fit the songs.

Lofty Business.

2009-05-16T00:01:00.001-07:00

"i never realise how much i like being home, until i've been somewhere completely different for a while" - Juno.

Funny,

i never realise how much i like being somewhere completely different, until i've been home for a while.

Looking forward to our lofty home away from home.

Midget.

2009-05-15T23:43:00.000-07:00

Haha, a-maise-ing.

These Maise jeans fit me like full length jeans.

Stumpy power.

Awkward Boners.

2009-05-14T18:28:00.000-07:00

http://www.awkwardboners.com

Awkward, boners.

Hello Kitty.

2009-05-14T05:47:00.000-07:00

I fell in love with cats on a random kitchen floor between the hours of 4 and 5 am.

I fell in love with their complexity and appreciated that they needed explaining.

As soon as is possible, there will be a kitten in my life.

It will be called Willow.

And I will buy it toys, like these:

Willow's gonna be a pilot, bitches.

Little Green Dinosaurs.

2009-05-14T05:44:00.000-07:00

Green with envy at housing commission parks.

Ink This.

2009-05-14T05:39:00.000-07:00

Evan Gruzis.

Shit.

This guy gets inks to look better than any photo I can take.

So photographic.

Pretty amazing dude. Check him.

Origami Boners.

2009-05-14T05:30:00.001-07:00

I can't even fold paper to get shapes like this.

Yet designer Dora Mojzes has a way with fabric and structure that I can only ever dream of pulling off. (Heroin chic catwalk figure, please).

If I could honestly get away with wearing stuff like this, every day, I would.

It looks like it was dreamed up by gothics and made by Japanese origami artists.

So gothic princess exoskeletal-fantastic.