daisy chains.

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.

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.

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.

in bed with foucault.

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.

kitten love, via anna, which made my day.

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

lose/lose.

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.

Paper animation,

so perfectly executed.

i have a lonely heart.

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.

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.

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.

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

shocking fashion.

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.

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.

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

russian love.

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.

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.

How fashion forgot the little guy.

100% sympathies/kind of get it.

Static.

Fear/Labels.

Labels/Fear.

Don't leave me static.

Wolf in sheeps clothing.

This
is
way
too
cute.

Dear Rumi.

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.

But you're bringing me down.

Dear Dior.

High end couture = high end skulls.

Price? Confidential.

princess diana.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

... turtle power.

Squid-tastic.

Just made a giant squid of myself.

No biggie.

Stabbing Crucifix.

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.

Obesity & Speed shredded cobweb tee. 

<3

Skinny Nelson.

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.

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.

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.