15.5.11
14.5.11
frankly, Mr Shankly
i haven't had a lot of wardrobe motivation lately, but i've been completely content in recycling the same pieces over and over. i haven't played with proportions or colour much. maybe it's just been due to the number of early starts that i've been having.
my accommodation's network is finally back up and running. today i downloaded some: Pavement, a Matt Corby EP, Band of Horses, Joy Division, Ella Fitzgerald, Elliott Smith, Portishead, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Radiohead, Röyksopp, Sonic Youth, Elbow, Girl Talk, The Smiths, Thom Yorke..
and some movies including: The Road, Four Lions, A Beautiful Mind, Jesus Camp, Religulous, Restrepo, The Green Mile, Altered States, Hard Candy, The Da Vinci Code + Dead Poets Society, yay !
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it’s funny that senses can take you back to the past. i’ve been smelling a hint of castle or moss or other different childhood travel smells lately.. sometimes i can’t even pinpoint them at all, but at the time i definitely know that i have just experienced a smell linked to a distinct memory.
it’s the same with music / the sense of hearing.
yesterday i was reminded of the Temper Trap. i’m not sure how i had forgotten about them at all – they’re one of my favourite bands.. i suppose i’ve neglected music as a whole lately. after the re-discovery, i was listening to the song Soldier On.
it reminded me of a little bit of a dark stage two years ago. it was around the same time as QCS and other stressful year 12 times..or perhaps it was more around QCS practice tests, i can’t remember the specifics.. someone i know was feeling a bit lost within themselves, and i remember feeling so strange because the roles of authority between myself and this person had been almost entirely swapped – and i wasn’t ready for responsibility like that; i wanted to savour my last few months of ‘childhood’.
in year 12 Art at school + at the same time as the even above, i began to lack inspiration and motivation. this really surprised me. it still surprises, and confuses me. the subjects at school that i had always been most passionate about – Art, Music, English..even History - began to seem uninteresting. i ended up enjoying Maths and Chemistry / Science the most. i’m not sure if it was just a case of overkill; having been involved in + interested in all of those areas since early primary school, or not.
in Art, i grew bored. i put little effort in. i remember that for one assignment submission, at the same time as what was perhaps the worst of the dark ish stage, i sketched a number of charcoal images of my house – from different viewpoints + in different rooms, with lots and lots of shadows. i drew areas like corridors, and created fairly claustrophobic images. it was a really cliché representation of the way that i often felt trapped in my own house at that time. i remember listening to Soldier On (mentioned above) + Editors a lot.
i grew selfish – i didn’t want to deal with other people’s pains.
i’d never felt more lazy, primary-school-like + embarrassed by the ‘art’ that i was producing. + though i still received a good grade, it was probably only due to the symbolism waffling on that i produced alongside each piece.
this train of thought came out of nowhere. the end.
my accommodation's network is finally back up and running. today i downloaded some: Pavement, a Matt Corby EP, Band of Horses, Joy Division, Ella Fitzgerald, Elliott Smith, Portishead, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Radiohead, Röyksopp, Sonic Youth, Elbow, Girl Talk, The Smiths, Thom Yorke..
and some movies including: The Road, Four Lions, A Beautiful Mind, Jesus Camp, Religulous, Restrepo, The Green Mile, Altered States, Hard Candy, The Da Vinci Code + Dead Poets Society, yay !
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it’s funny that senses can take you back to the past. i’ve been smelling a hint of castle or moss or other different childhood travel smells lately.. sometimes i can’t even pinpoint them at all, but at the time i definitely know that i have just experienced a smell linked to a distinct memory.
it’s the same with music / the sense of hearing.
yesterday i was reminded of the Temper Trap. i’m not sure how i had forgotten about them at all – they’re one of my favourite bands.. i suppose i’ve neglected music as a whole lately. after the re-discovery, i was listening to the song Soldier On.
it reminded me of a little bit of a dark stage two years ago. it was around the same time as QCS and other stressful year 12 times..or perhaps it was more around QCS practice tests, i can’t remember the specifics.. someone i know was feeling a bit lost within themselves, and i remember feeling so strange because the roles of authority between myself and this person had been almost entirely swapped – and i wasn’t ready for responsibility like that; i wanted to savour my last few months of ‘childhood’.
in year 12 Art at school + at the same time as the even above, i began to lack inspiration and motivation. this really surprised me. it still surprises, and confuses me. the subjects at school that i had always been most passionate about – Art, Music, English..even History - began to seem uninteresting. i ended up enjoying Maths and Chemistry / Science the most. i’m not sure if it was just a case of overkill; having been involved in + interested in all of those areas since early primary school, or not.
in Art, i grew bored. i put little effort in. i remember that for one assignment submission, at the same time as what was perhaps the worst of the dark ish stage, i sketched a number of charcoal images of my house – from different viewpoints + in different rooms, with lots and lots of shadows. i drew areas like corridors, and created fairly claustrophobic images. it was a really cliché representation of the way that i often felt trapped in my own house at that time. i remember listening to Soldier On (mentioned above) + Editors a lot.
i grew selfish – i didn’t want to deal with other people’s pains.
i’d never felt more lazy, primary-school-like + embarrassed by the ‘art’ that i was producing. + though i still received a good grade, it was probably only due to the symbolism waffling on that i produced alongside each piece.
this train of thought came out of nowhere. the end.
10.5.11
Tuesday
(image dump):
#1 - op-shop skirt - cut off
#2 Karen Walker button-up, a friend's shorts given to me, 5 year old shoes
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i found out how to remove images from my ipod the other day, after it being unable to connect to a computer for years. here are some:
The Sartorialist blog:
Gail Sorronda blog:
Style Rookie blog:
Commes des Garҫons:
Hussein Chalayan:
Proenza Schouler:
Geometric Sleep blog for Pop magazine:
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#1 - op-shop skirt - cut off
#2 Karen Walker button-up, a friend's shorts given to me, 5 year old shoes
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i found out how to remove images from my ipod the other day, after it being unable to connect to a computer for years. here are some:
The Sartorialist blog:
Gail Sorronda blog:
Style Rookie blog:
Commes des Garҫons:
Hussein Chalayan:
Proenza Schouler:
Geometric Sleep blog for Pop magazine:
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6.5.11
'i've been influenced by the idea of liquidity being intercepted by time. i like the idea of putting a pause on emotion. i love fluidity, but i liked the idea of that bulbous shape just being captured, and from the ideas of wax slowly dripping to water droplets on a glass window. it’s something quite feminine and something quite fragile, but also quite structural..and i think that’s something that has influenced me.
i started to explore the idea of suspension..even the idea of human suspension, like when people physically hook themselves. that’s not something i would ever go on to doing myself, i’m not that brave – or not even that brave – its something that’s just curious..someone transcending pain to the state where they’re in this feeling of meditative bliss.
on my last trip to Roma for Altaroma, i loved going into the artisanal spaces and seeing people working on things, from mosaics to glass blowing. i pick up a couple of glass bulbs that i really just responded to as a silhouette, and i guess because i was so influenced by even just the idea of drippings..sometimes these things just possess you, and you can’t understand, you can’t explain it, and its something as little and inane as the idea of a droplet, but..its not. sometimes that’s the most intriguing thing as well.
i think theres always that good intention, i start off with those, and i think chaos zero kicks in. that’s cool though, sometimes, when things happen by accident, or there are surprises; that makes the process a bit more interesting. always good intentions at the beginning, but it never works out that way.
- Gail Reid (of Gail Sorronda) speaking to Vogue at RAFW
i started to explore the idea of suspension..even the idea of human suspension, like when people physically hook themselves. that’s not something i would ever go on to doing myself, i’m not that brave – or not even that brave – its something that’s just curious..someone transcending pain to the state where they’re in this feeling of meditative bliss.
on my last trip to Roma for Altaroma, i loved going into the artisanal spaces and seeing people working on things, from mosaics to glass blowing. i pick up a couple of glass bulbs that i really just responded to as a silhouette, and i guess because i was so influenced by even just the idea of drippings..sometimes these things just possess you, and you can’t understand, you can’t explain it, and its something as little and inane as the idea of a droplet, but..its not. sometimes that’s the most intriguing thing as well.
i think theres always that good intention, i start off with those, and i think chaos zero kicks in. that’s cool though, sometimes, when things happen by accident, or there are surprises; that makes the process a bit more interesting. always good intentions at the beginning, but it never works out that way.
- Gail Reid (of Gail Sorronda) speaking to Vogue at RAFW
3.5.11
life in technicolour
i absolutely love Isabel Lucas. amongst Ashley Olsen, Alexa Chung + a few select others, she is one of the few women that i continually draw inspiration from. as a person she seems to have the perfect balance of being softly spoken in interviews vs oozing bronzen confidence at premieres. she also balances a ruggedness via casually unkempt eyebrows + purposely scruffy hair vs what is almost a sense of regality in her stance / the Dries Van Noten vibes in the embellishments that continually pop up in what is otherwise a fairly sleek + slouchy style of dress.
with everyday wear, Isabel seems a little more playful, with a ton of mismatching florals and prints. so perfect.
(images sourced from various tumblrs + other fan sources)
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other special mentions from the recent MET Costume Institute Gala:
Ashley Olsen:
Florence Welch:
Beyonce Knowles:
Natalia Vodianova:
Sarah Jessica Parker:
Naomi Campbell
(images from Marie Claire)
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Aunt Sybil had pink-rimmed azure eyes and a waxen complexion. she wrote poetry. she was poetically superstitious. she said she knew she would die soon after my sixteenth birthday, and did. her husband, a great traveler in perfumes, spent most of his time in America, where evevntually he found a firm and acquired a bit of real estate.
- p8
the spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard-brained youngsters of today. long after her death i felt her thoughts floating through mine. long before we met we had the same dreams. we compared notes. we found strange affinities. the same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separate countries. oh, Lolita, had you loved me thus!
- p12
we loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.
- p17
she was, obviously, one of those women whose polished words may reflect a book club or bridge club, or any other deadly conventionality, but never her soul; women who are completely devoid of humour; women utterly indifferent at heart to the dozen or so possible subjects of a parlor conversation, but very particular about the rules of such conversations, through the sunny cellophane of which not very appetizing frustrations can be readily distinguished.
- p39, Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
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i became a temporary asthmatic this afternoon upon viewing the latest collection pieces by Gail Sorronda at RAFW. i was suprised that i had any capacity to love the label any more than i previously had.
with everyday wear, Isabel seems a little more playful, with a ton of mismatching florals and prints. so perfect.
(images sourced from various tumblrs + other fan sources)
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other special mentions from the recent MET Costume Institute Gala:
Ashley Olsen:
Florence Welch:
Beyonce Knowles:
Natalia Vodianova:
Sarah Jessica Parker:
Naomi Campbell
(images from Marie Claire)
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Aunt Sybil had pink-rimmed azure eyes and a waxen complexion. she wrote poetry. she was poetically superstitious. she said she knew she would die soon after my sixteenth birthday, and did. her husband, a great traveler in perfumes, spent most of his time in America, where evevntually he found a firm and acquired a bit of real estate.
- p8
the spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard-brained youngsters of today. long after her death i felt her thoughts floating through mine. long before we met we had the same dreams. we compared notes. we found strange affinities. the same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separate countries. oh, Lolita, had you loved me thus!
- p12
we loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.
- p17
she was, obviously, one of those women whose polished words may reflect a book club or bridge club, or any other deadly conventionality, but never her soul; women who are completely devoid of humour; women utterly indifferent at heart to the dozen or so possible subjects of a parlor conversation, but very particular about the rules of such conversations, through the sunny cellophane of which not very appetizing frustrations can be readily distinguished.
- p39, Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
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i became a temporary asthmatic this afternoon upon viewing the latest collection pieces by Gail Sorronda at RAFW. i was suprised that i had any capacity to love the label any more than i previously had.
2.5.11
she died of individual thought
some fashn fcts:
- only about 100-300 people in the world can actually afford couture / luxury clothing
- if a client / customer can fit into the couture piece from the collection (i.e. the actual piece that the model wore), they often receive a ~ 30% discount
- sssssssss
before boarding a flight home for a couple of days:
basic Staple dress with sheer sleeves, Complex Geometries Mega singlet, Acne Chopper moccasins
about two or more years ago i remembered an article in one of my sister's ooooold Teen Vogue magazines (i think from around 2001-2?) that included a model in New York wearing a pair of old ballet shoes as regular streetwear. i loved the idea. as i had given up ballet about ten years earlier, i didn't have any pairs at home so headed to my dancewear store in the hope of finding a second-hand (in good condition) or relatively cheap pair of pointe shoes that i could convert to regular shoes. i can't remember the issue, perhaps they were too expensive, had to be ordered in, or didn't have any in my size, but i ended up walking out of the store with a pair of demi-pointes. a little disappointing, but not a complete loss.
i got some soles attached at a cobbler store so that they didn't wear out on concrete / other pavement surfaces.
i was never 100% satisfied with the outcome but have since held onto them - they even made the trip to Brisbane when i moved at the start of the year.
- only about 100-300 people in the world can actually afford couture / luxury clothing
- if a client / customer can fit into the couture piece from the collection (i.e. the actual piece that the model wore), they often receive a ~ 30% discount
- sssssssss
before boarding a flight home for a couple of days:
basic Staple dress with sheer sleeves, Complex Geometries Mega singlet, Acne Chopper moccasins
about two or more years ago i remembered an article in one of my sister's ooooold Teen Vogue magazines (i think from around 2001-2?) that included a model in New York wearing a pair of old ballet shoes as regular streetwear. i loved the idea. as i had given up ballet about ten years earlier, i didn't have any pairs at home so headed to my dancewear store in the hope of finding a second-hand (in good condition) or relatively cheap pair of pointe shoes that i could convert to regular shoes. i can't remember the issue, perhaps they were too expensive, had to be ordered in, or didn't have any in my size, but i ended up walking out of the store with a pair of demi-pointes. a little disappointing, but not a complete loss.
i got some soles attached at a cobbler store so that they didn't wear out on concrete / other pavement surfaces.
i was never 100% satisfied with the outcome but have since held onto them - they even made the trip to Brisbane when i moved at the start of the year.
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