OH ELLERY,
THE HAIR. THE SHOULDERS. THE MEN IN GOLDEN MASKS.
YOU ARE NUMERO UNO.
I don’t know if it’s the flu I've somehow picked up or the mercury dropping but
this hair is definitely going to keep at least half of me warm this winter.
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Sunday, 26 April 2009
W H I P I T
NICE WHIP BITCH
I am currently in the process of buying a new set o’ wheels. As it stands I have two options. A teni tiny German thang that is so fuel efficient it would probably run on a cappachino. Its easy to park, Its got airbags, Its kinda cute. Its also kinda everywhere. I don’t want to be “that guy”. Which is exactly why im 99% sure Im going for option two- A petrol guzzeling, enormous, hard to park, easy to derail, airbag-less, Beautiful old gold Mercedes. It would cost me $10,000 a year to run and is just asking to be stripped and sold for parts. Its perfect for where I live but not for what I need to do. Which is drive around the city every second day- And for those who don’t frequent Surry Hills some roads are so tiny that it feels like you’ve ended up in legoland. So what to do? Americans once told me that when a problem comes along, you must whip it- And I think looking badass is almost worth 10K. Stay tuned (pun intended).
I T S M O N D A Y
Hats, Cats & Chandeliers.
Have a Hedi Slimane Kinda’ Day.
THINGS TO DO TODAY:
EMAILS//TEST DRIVE CARS//MAKE SURE MUM WENT TO YSL//SEW UP DENIM SHORS SO I NO LONGER HAVE TO WALK AROUND WITH BOBBY PINS ATTACHED TO THE SIDES//MAKE VELVET PANTS//BLOG//WEAR A HAT
Friday, 24 April 2009
T I N Y L I T T E T H I N G S
I cannot figure out how to make the photos bigger and have no patience to find out but I do know this- like all good things in life, Click on the image and you shall find what you've been looking for.
T A R T A N J U S T F O R T A R T S ?
The Cold Shoulder.
An experiment that I’ve been rolling with lately. Transforming (with the same grace as the transformers themselves) a Bassike singlet into a one shouldered top. Now usually I think the one shouldered thing should be left to the disco teens at the mall but being 19 and trying to milk my last months as a teenager I decided now’s as good a time as any to get half on half off.
If you too would like to try its as easy as just putting one arm on- The tricky bit is arranging the other to sit like its MENT to be there. Having no tits I believe it is my right to never wear a bra and therefore am used to living on the edge. The edge being the fine line I walk between having a shirt on and indecent exposure.
SINGLET BY BASSIKE. TARTAN PANTS VINTAGE. TO ACCESSORISE I USED A CAT.
C O R N E R S L I K E I T S O N R A I L S
Pretty Woman.
No. Do not worry, I am not referring to myself but to the 90’s movie that made little girls all around the world want to be downtown L.A hookers. Oh… It wasn’t everyone? Just me! Shit. Anyway I watched it again for the first time in years. I got a lot more of the sexual innuendos and realised that Richard Gere was a total Jerk- Very different to how I remembered him. But I woke up with an itch to have runners in my pantyhose, Not finding any in my handbag (as I had a sleepover at my brothers Surry Hills manor) I settled for a “pretty woman at the polo” Pink and polka dotted blazer that I found in Miss Emma Mulholand’s (My brothers roommate) closet. I then Asked her to get out of bed, And take my photo. But it’s totally Kosher as we have recently become “G.F’s”
Lovin’ it but realising I looked more Ho than Haut-90’s-coture I only wandered around the house in it. As Surry Hills is a tuff town I though it best to stick to the German-esque grandma’s interior designed downstairs quarters.
JACKET BELONGS TO EMMA MULLHOLAND. RED HEAD. STYLIST. SMOKER.
B L O G G I N G I S M Y L I F E
Things I love about being a Blogger:
First and foremost How unbelievably self indulgent this can be. Spend hours and hours infront of the mirror? “It’s OKAY, Its for my blog” changing outfits twenty times a day? “Honey, It’s for the blog” Blatently photographing yourself in public “What? No… It’s cool. Im a blogger” There’s an answer for everything and im diggin’ it. So here is what I wore around the city all day.
JACKET BY WILLOW. SINGLET BY BASSIKE. PANTS BY ROMANCE WAS BORN. BAG BY BALENCIAGA.BOOTIES ARE VINTAGE. SOCKS BY GLOBE.
W E L C O M E T O 4 T H A N D B L E E K E R
If we were having cyber sex right now I’d say “19/F/SYD” But I’m not and you’re not and we’re not-Thank god as I am also “in a relationship” But the facts are the same.
Blogging. It’s Wild! And it all started in NYC for Miss Wasson’s lauch for RVCA. My boyfriend and I were photographed by Rumi, Or rather Rumi’s Boyfriend who found us hiding on the left hand side of the rooftop terrace behind a palm frond. Pout, Pose and Click. I immediately went home to scour her pages- Only interested in finding photos of myself (Lame? Vain? Yes. But we all do it so I aint feeling bad about telling ya’ll.) After locating, Copying and pasting I spent the next two hours looking at photos of herself until I reached her very first post. (around two years of blogging)
It wasn’t until two months ago that I really got into it. My darling friend Kristin Reiter came out from L.A to stay with us for a week with her husband Chet – Who introduced me to Kristin’s blog BLEACHBLACK. THE greatest blog of all time!!! Again I read from the very latest post to the very first. Since then It has permanently been open on my puter. Just like Kristen it is clever, bitchen’ and 90% studded. My only complaint is the time difference… What the hell am I ment to do when she’s sleeping? Next question….If I love Kristin, And Kristin loves blogging does that mean that I would too? Its hypothetical math and I’m here to test this shit out. So here it is. My blog 4th and bleeker. Enjoy X