Monday, May 30, 2011


I've been listening to a lot of 1950s/1960s pop music under inspiration from Bethany the lead singer for Best Coast. I absolutely love it. I never fails to surprise me how there is so much fantastic music out there I have never heard. I really love the video above showing Johnny Crawford singing Sandy back in the 1962. It makes me happy listening to his music but sad at the same time because I start to resent living in modern ages. In modern ages where you can't really dance in a hall past the age of 12 at which you attended pcyc's with neyo and 50 cent blaring and children rubbing up against each other, intoxicated on passito and lemon squash (not that I really resent those nights.. they had a certain charm). I really would love to time travel back to California in the 50s and 60s when a night out consisted of a day of sitting in a hair salon with your girlfriends and a night of real dancing. It seems so much more beautiful that girls didn't need to dress down in skin tight dresses with a plunging neckline to show off to a boy. Marilyn Monroe had the right idea I say...

"Real glamor, it's based on femininity. I think that sexuality is only attractive when it's natural and spontaneous . . . We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift. Art, real art, comes from it- everything . . . Marilyn Monroe

Also France Gall is brilliant. I don't know what she's saying but I know what's she's doing!

Sunday, May 29, 2011

forests, frustration and flea markets

Block exams this week which I'm kinda dreading and anticipating all at once, in a 'fuck this I'm not prepared enough' and a 'fuck it I don't have the energy to prepare anymore' sorta fashion. I'm spending more time dreaming about the mountains than I am revising finance and learning a persuasive speech. We're planning on going away to a bed and breakfast somewhere amongst lush forest's and antique towns in the next few weeks which is ideal for me because I'd pick the forest over the beach any day (of this season). I have been holding myself back from reading new books for a week now and consistently re-reading the same books is not quenching my unquenchable thirst for escapism- which technically is good because I'm less distracted from study BUT realistically it's terrible because I'm now grumpy and discontent. When I'm in the mountains I plan to lay down a rug in a foresty field, snuggle up under numerous blankets and pillows then read for 12 hours straight. Ah, glory. Glorious until I get attacked by some type of venomous demon.

Other than current-grumpiness due to study related tears, I have enjoyed a few smiles this weekend thanks to my good friend; charity stores and my other equally generous friend; flea markets. Not sure why they're called flea markets because whenever I say it I picture a bunch of fleas shopping for fruit and veg. I was lucky enough to snag 2 vintage dresses, a nifty flask and a bunch of assorted socks from a kind Asian man. Nothing cure's my discontent faster than cheap retail therapy so that was good. I'll upload some photos below of the fore-mentioned study related tears, 2x dresses, nifty flash and assorted socks. Good luck to whoever else is on block this week!

Socks, dresses n flask

Biscuits and Study mostly mix

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Thursday, May 26, 2011


Our kombi finished paint today which is really exciting. Not too long till road trips and freedom :) 
Until then I'll be kept busy with work and work and work. 

Saturday, May 14, 2011


Meg and I have been watching disney fairytale classics at work tonight and now I want to escape into woods where faeries, witches and magic is real :(

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

mood board for the week

Mood board for this week is dreams. Right now I'm dreaming about roller blading in cute dresses, canoeing through crystal clear water, flying, fantasies and secret hide a ways. Instead I am living knee deep in assignments and exams and stuck in the gluggy routine of the 'usual'. Although I got my first hair cut in nearly two years yesterday. Probably got a couple of inches off so now it is healthy n stuff woo. Nothing much exciting or worth writing about is happening right now and I don't want to post useless ramblings so I'll just wait it out until I think of something worth writing about.

Monday, May 2, 2011

waiting game

I feel like I am waiting for everything right now. I am waiting to finish this year and finish high school. I am waiting for something really bad to happen. I am waiting for something really good to happen. I am waiting to get my hair cut. I am waiting to move. I am waiting to earn enough money to buy a new lens. I am waiting to met someone. I am waiting to forget someone. I am waiting for new books. I am waiting for answers.

There's something so frustrating about waiting. I've never been a patient person and all this waiting is eating away at my nerves. I wonder if there will ever be a point when I feel like I am not waiting for something. A point when I actually feel like I'm out of the waiting room and finally exploring the other side. Waiting is almost a distraction in itself. You're distracting yourself from whatever you want or don't want by thinking about all the time up towards that moment. Most of the time you don't even know when what you're waiting for is going to happen and therefore distracting yourself gets harder and harder.

Away from all that hypothetical thinking- in a more literal sense.. I am really sick of waiting at parties. Due to having a brother that basically dj's every party I go to and myself occassionally getting paid to photograph various parties.. I seem to never have the ability or opportuinity to leave a party early. This Friday Jack, Red and I were waiting to go till around 4 am in the morning. That's a long wait. The only way I can distract myself towards the end of a party is to just look around and watch all the strange exchanges and situations that occur at the end of parties. I have become a bit of a people-waiting-party-pro and I can pretty much predict a party start to end these days. We arrive early which means after we set up we have a solid fifteen minutes of awkward waiting time when the silence is eerily evident and more so the emptiness of whatever the venue. This is only more heightened when you know in a mere thirty minutes time it's going to have the opposite atmosphere. Then you have the first hour of the party when everyone shy's away from the dance floor other than those couple of girls that hit the pre's hard and that one guy who has the self confidence and ego to try grind on those two or three girls no matter how empty the dance floor is. Second hour in you get a couple of people, now safe and intoxicated under their safety blanket of vodka and cheap wine, that will venture out of the dark corners of clustered chairs and awkwardly start bumping to the music. Third hour in all of a sudden everyone wants their picture and everyone is suddenly 5 times more drunk and 5 times more careless. I sometimes theorise that it isn't the alcohol that brings on this mood change, as much as the now ticking clock that each person has to socialize before the last hour. That last hour is when the worst of everyone is brought out. The last hour is when impulsiveness hits a peak and there is inappropriate hook ups and feel ups left right and centre, boys high on testosterone taking off the shirts and starting fights and most commonly people vomiting and passing out not so subtly near bushes and behind houses.

There is a form of comfort in the known and at least when you experience a party from start till that last minute when people are groaning and abusing us to turn the music back on (but secretly relieved that the night's over and they aren't passed out or vomiting.. unless you are in which case you're in no state to argue about the music) you do get to know that pattern pretty well and at least can feel relatively psychic when it goes in order.

This post has been full of ramblings and early morning theories and so I will leave you to continue waiting on whatever you are waiting for. Hopefully I've distracted you for a solid five minutes.