an inconvenient truth: when my hair starts to fall out during a shampoo, i know it is time for another trim

i am dissapointed in how much i blatantly ripped off this idea.




i threw this on in an illogical state of mind (the cool / floaty vibes are an absolute illusion - it was stiflingly hot) the other day to go out for lunch.
Staple dress with sheer sleeves + second-hand knit, draped via safety pin


a small project with no other purpose other than to elongate 2 x pairs of my denim nappy too-short shorts (terribly unflattering, unsure why i even own more than zero pairs). though i do like that i accidentally attached the lace too tightly, it appears as if i am wearing cycle pants underneath.




this was part of a handout in History at school in grade 10 or 11. i am still affected by it each time i read it.
my scrawl reads: 'the single dot in the centre represents 3 million tons of explosive power; the amount used in World War II. the other 5000 dots equal that of 15 billion tons; the total of both the US + Soviet nuclear arsenals in the nuclear arms race of the Cold War. the box in the upper right hand corner represents 100 million tons; the amount necessary to extinguish the entire world.


i recently attended a local joint album / EP launch at a loft along the river. there were cushions set up, open rafters in the ceiling decorated with hanging light bulbs and tied scarves as well as incense burning and tea light candles set up along one table. the table in front of my two friends and i was covered in scattered buttons. it was all set up so inexpensively, and made me ask myself why my friends / myself had never thought to set up our parties and social events with as much thought during high school, and even during 2010. it doesn't take much to set a scene.
the first artist to sing / play sang a short setlist that made me feel strange. one of my friends noted, at the same time as i did, that every single song / cover made her feel nostalgic for completely different reasons.
the second act was a seven-piece band, it was so much fun. i immediately craved the days of my own jazz band experiences as well as Sunday sessions watching local conservatorium of music jazz bands play at the Botanic Gardens, incl. byo wine + cheese.
the fifty or so people that were there were encouraged to sing along during one song. i noticed a group of young girls dancing off to the side during the rest.
i didn't have much time to get ready before it, and found this sheer, unhemmed, floor-length skirt left over from one of my Mackay Student Festival of Fashion stints. it is too long for me, but i folded it over a couple of times and wore two belts to cinch in the waist. i wore a short black slip underneath.
i hadn't wanted to jump on the sheer maxi skirt bandwagon if i could help it, i suppose slightly out of principle (though i hate to admit that). but on this night, i think i was converted. it is such a simple + comfortable outfit, and the temperature was so perfect for Summer. the raw bottom edge made me feel better about dragging it along the dusty road on the way inside.