at least be consistent with your shit grammar

if youre going to put in apostrophes in a word just because it's a plural, then at least do it to every word that is a plural in your chunk of text or sentence.
if youre going to use the wrong use of 'your/youre' or 'their/there/theyre' then at least use the same wrong one each time.

i mean, cmon. seriously.

this time, baby, i'll be mullet-proof/refined minimalistic tendancies

oh for god's sake, feel free to cry with me as i link & bask in green-skinned celebration of the decade of the fashn bloggr..:

free comme,
free rodarte,
free miu miu and more,
free herff christiansen,
free etsy gifts,
free tickets (with a thousand complimentary gifts) to celebrity-flocked exclusive events and parties,
magazine and editorial features + collaboratory projects with designers,

i am to: thrift more men's button-downs that i can just wear with jeans or a maxi-skirt (that i also want to acquire a whole heap of)..
= all very slouchy and casually comfortable-looking, & with nice clean lines, most likely in restrained colours; mostly black, grey and white..
i'm aiming to sort of tap into 90's minimalism in fashion more through mixing more tailored, narrow, fitted skirts that falls to the ankles or a little lower that i can dress up, or just wear casually with jackets or drapey cardies..it's just going to be hard finding opportunities to wear these - i guess mostly just shopping/jobs around town/having coffees & catch-ups ? lucky the weather's been reallllly cold lately..



'Hemlines are like the economy, so much so that the correlation between the two has been coined "the hemline theory."
Dresses and skirts rose to thigh-high proportions in the '20s and the '60s, just as the stock market took a turn for the better. And now, with the economy on shaky ground, the Spring/Summer runways saw the comeback of the maxi skirt. More than just a signal of a conservative market, however, this influx of long skirts seems to be a declaration that showing less leg might actually have more of an impact.'
- Meredith Fisher.

'and there were more formal varieties at Marni and Roksanda Ilincic, both designers who have the ability to take less-than-sexy shapes and make them feminine.
but it was Karl Lagerfeld at Chanel who proved that long does not equal conservative, showing just as much leg as a mini with his sheer skirts.
Vera Wang, traditionally known for her evening dresses, pared things down this season, by pairing up big, patterned skirts with silk shirts, fit for a formal.'

- maxi column skirts
- 'safety orange', 'peacock blue'
- Vera Wang resort 2010
- sew crop tops

'the Dark 90s were not only associated with heroin chic but with 90’s minimalism too, when women wore clean lined dresses, oversized tuxes, pin-thin pants, pencil skirts and scalpel sharp jackets.
this trend was skillfully evoked at the Narciso Rodriguez, Calvin Klein, Stella McCartney, Helmut Lang, Jil Sander, Michael Kors, Rick Owens, Roland Mouret, Bottega Veneta, Donna Karan and YSL shows.'

- tube skirts, often paired with long blazers
- & crop tops
- & doc martens

'this is a look that can become a mainstay in your wardrobe for everything from work to cocktails, season to season, if you are looking for an investment. ..there were also some great new photographers like corinne day, juergen teller, david armstrong and david sims just to name a few, who really modernized the face of fashion editorials and campaigns.'



(let's be in love..let's do old and grey.)

all i really enjoy about the Twilight series is the weather in Forks and the choice of soundtrack/s

i stumbled across a fantastic song that i hadn't heard before on the radio earlier today when i was driving..i always seem to listen to songs more when i'm driving or just lying around being a bit actively minimalistic.
i guess that's mostly just due to the fact that in those situations my brain is seemingly empty..or emptier

(also, i really like the way that when its raining and i'm driving with music on, it seems as if those songs are a soundtrack to my life..at that point in time. it's like i'm in a movie and at that point all noise is silent other than that song. it's hard to describe, but for some reason the outside world only ever seems to be muted to me when the weather is grey.)

and so the words to the song..:
have you ever had a day that you wanted to erase ? tear the page out of the history books and try again..but you knew that you couldn’t so you put on a brave face and waited until you could make your mistake. and when you finally got away from people and their gossip and their judgement and their gaze, you let your guard down and so you just gave.
all of a sudden, tears are falling til theyre running down your face, whatever it was; you fought with your friend, or your boss, or maybe you got a heart that won't mend..or you're struggling with the rent or missing someone you lost, or maybe you're just tired of pretending.
you feel the weight like a pain in your chest, you're straining, you're breaking, you're aching, you sob. and its great til it stops, til it fades, til its gone, like the tears sort of washed it all away.
sometimes i like to think it’s the same with drops of rain. each one is just a tear falling off of God’s face; sitting all alone in the clouds, looking down on us all, watching every mistake that was ever made. every bit of pain, every murder, every rape, every person that’s having a shitty day..taking it all in til he breaks down and cries, til his eyes dry up and he gets on with it again.
i had this very faith tested on an ordinary day, i was walking down a busy street around my way. i saw a face in the crowd, my heart skipped a beat, a man who looked exactly like an older version of me.
so i moved through the hustle and the bustle of the day-to-day until me and this man stood face to face. we locked eyes and for a moment of time moving slow-motion as the crowd around continued on their paper chase. i stood frozen in disbelief and opened my mouth to speak. to my surprise the words wouldn't come.
then he looked into the clear blue sky up above, and said, ‘it's gonna rain’..and then it does.
and as the rain came down like missiles from the sky set on a collision course from the heavens to the ground, he’s just standing in the middle of it all, unconcerned by the panic and the people running round. so i stepped to this man with my hand outstretched just to offer him some help to get this storm up off his head.
he took my hand down and we stood getting drenched. he looked me in the eyes with a smile, this is what he said;
'hush child, from the joy to the pain, it’ll all wash away in the rain.'
so play this song on the days when the rain keeps on and you wait and you pray it’ll stop, and if youre stuck in a storm this very second from the thought that we’re all at the mercy of the gods.
so instead of looking for somewhere to place the blame, aceept it as a part of that big lazy 8. go outside and stand under the clouds and embrace it as the rain keeps plummeting down, and say;
'hush child, from the joy to the pain, it’ll all wash away in the rain.'
from the million dollar brands to the tags on the train, it’ll all wash away in the rain. from the birth to the dirt-man; the training to the grave, it'll all wash away in the rain. what’s been and gone will come again, it’ll all wash away in the rain. so, hush child, from the joy to the pain, it’ll all wash away in the rain.

- i really love the reference to 'lazy 8'..which i'm assuming is speaking about the infinity sign, which is an 8 on its side..so as far as i can gather, i think it's talking about the way that no matter what happens at any point in time, things are just going to keep on going and going and going..to embrace what happens and really take a step back to see if all of the stress is reaaally worth it.


(taken from Ashley + MK's fashion line, The Row - image via)

i've been reading Breath by Tim Winton lately, and it's not a terrible book..but not my favourite. i feel, like most books, that the way it's written..the wording and technical, structural, side of things..doesn't stretch my brain at all. but i do like, from what i've read so far, the idea of the story behind it. i've learnt a lot about surfing..not just the physical but mental challenges that are involved in the sport(?).
that idea reminds me of Bryce Courtenay's The Power of One.
what i found the most interesting about that novel was the way that a first-hand depiction of boxing was illustrated on a really in-depth level. like Breath with surfing, The Power of One broke down all societal-ly perceived barriers that had, to me, previously existed in terms of boxing and the somewhat stigma that is attached to it. simply because of these two texts, surfing and boxing now appear to me as artforms..there is an entirely mental and psychological preparation behind those two acts that i had never stepped back to consider.
in The Power of One, for example, the main character is always being told to act, when boxing, first with his head and then with his heart. it speaks of boxing as this great art that doesn't just involve theory and thought processes, but something much much deeper.
i again find books and movies and people's stories and new experiences so so important in our lives, brains need to be stretched, eyes opened, perceived ideas extended.
i respect and am so intrigued by that.

(8): Jackson Jackson - The Devil in Me
Thom Yorke- Hearing Damage

god, Editors. i think they're going to be my loved group til i'm grey and old.

i was studying architecture & psychology and i loved it, but i kept thinking about t-shirts and how to make the perfect one.

what the cape helles

The cover art of Fleet Foxes’ debut self-titled album is a detail of the 1559 painting Netherlandish Proverbs by Pieter Bruegel the Elder.
Vocalist/guitarist Robin Pecknold notes that: When you first see that painting it’s very bucolic, but when you look closer there’s all this really strange stuff going on…dudes defecating coins into the river and people on fire, people carving a live sheep..I liked that the first impression is that it's just pretty, but then you realize that the scene is this weird chaos. I like that you can’t really take it for what it is, that your first impression of it is wrong.


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..we can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

'fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months', OSCAR WILDE.



2. learn how to play the guitar,
3. write a song with the word 'batman' in,
4. see polly paulusma live again,
11. get down to 9 stone,
12. stop thinking about my weight,
13. learn how to make a good carrot cake,
15. work out how to use logic,
17. have a big party [18th at lincoln massive],
18. go to at least one music festival,
19. learn to like coffee [vanilla cappucinos. and mochas. but i guess that's cheating.]
22. have a bath when fully clothed,
23. apply to university,
24. go for an hour long bike ride ,
27. floss my teeth once a week,
28. stay up partying for 24 hours in a row,
29. use the words "don't you know who i am?" successfully,
30. read tolstoy's 'war and peace’,
35. pretend to be a foreign tourist for the day,
38. send a message in a bottle,
50. grow my hair,
52. save 10% of everything i earn,
54. learn about electronic instrument things,
56. fall in love,
58. visit ten cathedrals,
61. be a member of the audience for a tv show,
65. run 5k,
66. cook a three course meal for friends/family,
68. try and tone down my tendency to exaggerate everything,
69. always look on the bright side of life,
70. take more pictures of places i visit,
72. buy a stranger a coffee,
75. remember all my friends' birthdays,
80. swim 60 lengths in a row,
86. learn some very basic Russian,
87. accidently get locked in the park,
88. watch more 'classic' films,
89. watch more films in general,
90. learn all the states of America,
91. have my picture taken with someone called Rodney,
94. eat something i've never tried before,
96. give a fiver to a really good busker,
97. make the effort with people,
99. find something good about every single day,
100. stop making lists






I think my biggest style inspiration comes from movies.



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(replace fear of the unknown with curiosity)

Self-Reliance is an essay written by American Transcendentalist philosopher and essayist, Ralph Waldo Emerson

i cannot get near enough of this image ^. it just..wow. i just want to emulate emulate emulate with all of the oversizing in great, yamamoto lines of class and with a similar sort of dreamy materials. i guess i like it mostly because of both the grace and dissonance; both aspects of which are just inspiring me no end. its a nice fresh of breath air (< oops, i typed that quickly and wrong, but think i'll actually leave it that way..) from the other end of the oversizing-in-fashion-spectrum that seems to only really include/involve cheap stretch-cotton shirt/dresses and whatnot that just can't seem to say their goodbyes to the world. i haven't felt this way about an image in a fair while, its refreshing.

now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen in somebody you'd known since you were sixteen ?
if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw ?
..and that doesn't hold nothing together.
far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music..it's making me sick, and I know it's making you sick.
there's nothing there, it's like eating air.
it's like drinking gin with nothing else in
..and that doesn't hold me together.

but for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room,
and i sailed around all of those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom.
i thought i had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June,
but one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.

and i know you like your boys to take their medicine from the bowl with a silver spoon, who run away with the dish and scale the fish by the silvery light of the moon, who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb that as far as their bleeding eyes see is a pleasure pen, meant for them, builded and rent for them.
..not for the likes of me, not for the like of you and me.

well put me in a cage full of lions, i learned to speak lion;
in fact i know the language well.
i picked it up while i was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell.

for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room.
well I played a few songs for those bumps in the night, in fact i played this very tune.
you said, "What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?"
and one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.

-what i do is not a bad occupation, someone is always willing to pay.
+i would find it tiring.
-oh no , its quite ________, almost peaceful
no need to believe in either side
or any side
there is no courage.
theres only yourself.
the belief is your own precision




- all images are just from jak&jil

she's all over it

with much interesting thought process inclusive, from brooke.:

I just read your most recent blogspot, and I really like what you said about attempting fashion with financial constraints, and how fashion changes how you appear to people, not by general image, but by that extra little bit of confidence the right outfit can bring.
I've been noticing that most people in Mackay tend to associate fashion with a brand label, especially guys, and they think they are the absolute bee's knees if they get around in a shirt that says unit in big letters. Then this rubs off onto girls and before you know it, there is a swarm of slogan printed tshirts, and people think they are being fashionable because they are being a walking billboard for a brand. Brands aren't fashion, yet we would fork out so much for designer outfits, if we had the chance. If fashion is a look, and that extra little bit of confidence, why don't more people sew for themselves? People spend so much money to wear a certain fashion house, but if people started making their own clothes, using their own style, that would really be fashion.

thankyou, intelligence.

(http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/media/s2743699.htm)


(http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/media/s2743674.htm)


Over two nights at The Forum Theatre in Melbourne triple j have invited some of todays best artists to interpret the songs of Paul Kelly.
This year marks Paul Kellys 30th anniversary as a solo recording artist (his debut single “Recognition” was released in 1979). This is the perfect moment for triple j to acknowledge and highlight his enormous contribution to Australian music. Kelly has crafted a heartfelt catalogue of songs that speak to successive generations. Many of his songs have captured the essence of what it is to be Australian. His strength as a songwriter and storyteller has inspired a whole raft of musicians working today.

Starring:
Missy Higgins
John Butler (Fri 13th Only)
Paul Dempsey
Katy Steele (Little Birdy)
Bob Evans
Ozi Batla (The Herd)
Dan Kelly
Clare Bowditch
Jae Laffer (The Panics)
Adalita (Magic Dirt)
Dan Sultan
Megan Washington
Plus members of Augie March & Even