Sunday, June 28, 2009

Black Eyes all of the Time

Maggie Gyllenhaal for Miu Miu.
I want those shoes please.

Now the Army's out to Get Ya

Photographer: Steven Meisel

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Hidden in the Colors of a Million Other Lost Charades

For anyone looking for something that isn't mass produced and worn on by every 14 year old girl, Urban Project is the shop for you. Located on the ground floor of Melbourne Central (down the alleyway next to sports girl) this little shop gave me shivers when I walked in. With dozens of t-shirt designs, to pairs of jeans, vintage leather jackets and numerous dresses, (and a 30% discount for students) the designer and owner of the shop, Josua Andreas, is somewhat amazing. The lady serving me noticed how interested I was and offered to give me Josua's mobile number so that I could personally call up and talk to him. I've now had his mobile for over a month, but I'm too scared to call! I've promised myself that over these holidays I'll conger up the courage to give him a buzz.

The last picture is the formal dress that I am wearing tomorrow night, but in black and without the goggles. Still have no idea what I'm doing with my hair, make up or nails but I’m definitely excited to wear my dress and my 5inch Sachi heels. I just hope that I turn a lighter shade of brown/orange soon.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Fallen Princess


You Want to View Paradise

Imagination. You can't imagine a life without it.

-Jacqueline Oliver


Monday, June 15, 2009

This plaque is the story of my life at the moment.
It feels as though the world is waging a vendetta against me.

Go Ahead and Build it Up Again

It was the first time I had gone to an art class in about two weeks and I was not in the mood to do anything. As usual, it meant I raided the textile room for magazines that I can source “inspiration” from, when really all I do is look at the pretty pictures and read the articles. Today I was fortunate to pull out edition #12 of Frankie, which was published in August/September ’06. While flipping through this ancient magazine I came across this section where writers tell all about the life advice that their parents had given them as a child. It was this section of a Mia Timpano’s article where I laughed out loud and accidentally drew unwanted attention to myself during class.

There is actually a deeper problem with dad’s advice... For most people, the Y2K was a non-event. Not for dad. The Y2K sent him into a bizarre meltdown, screaming at my mother to go out and buy 20 liters of long-life milk right now. Why milk? Why 20 liters? What great and sudden need would there be for milk? My brother is lactose intolerant. Before or after the stroke of midnight, he’s not going to drink it. Seriously, he can’t shit. It’s been a problem since infancy. He’s been drinking soy for 15 years.”

Sometimes I’m glad I have boring parents.

Monday, June 8, 2009

That cold black cloud is comin' down

I'm going to knock away these bad feelings.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Did It Fall From Your Tongue Without Warning

While watching Skins the other day, I pressed the pause button when I saw what Effie was wearing. She's wearing that same knitwear black sweater I purchased and that I couldn't find a picture of when I wrote this. I thought it was cool.

Monday, June 1, 2009

It Appears Just Right, I Feel So Excited

"Question 12. Bella has recently fallen in love with the new boy at school. Whenever she is near him, she feels butterflies in her stomach and heart palpitations and just the thought of him makes her feel ecstatic. These symptoms are caused by reactions in the _______ branch of the ______."

Whilst going though one of the many practice exams our psychology teacher has given us, my friend started making odd noises. You know those noises that an old lady makes when she sees a new born child? This girl, might I add, is given death stares in her Literature class because she doesn’t think the relationship between Mr. Knightly and Emma is "the most amazingly romantic relationship of all time." She grabbed my arm and told me to read the question, and while doing so that same odd noise escaped my mouth. It really was the cutest exam question I had ever come across in my life.


At the end of the school day I was sitting at Canterbury station waiting for my train to arrive. Usually when I catch this train I usually have a short encounter with one of my male friends which involves him walking past my train carriage and me running to the door to give him a quick hug before the doors crush me. After thinking about the weekend events that had just passed, and then thinking about the chance of seeing him today, I could feel my heart beating inside my chest at an unusually fast speed. I don't know why I was feeling so anxious but it's got me thinking, how do you really know you like someone? If they ask me that in my psychology exam, I’m sure to fail.

Answer: sympathetic; autonomic nervous system