Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Laughing at God.

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor…

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

Friday, August 28, 2009

"This is the grown up version of cutting the cake"

After much preparation went into creating a birthday feast served with white wine it turned out that the only thing mature and civilized about the evening was in fact the cheese platter itself.
About 5 wines later (on an empty stomach) the rest of my night was spent with my head in the toilet bowl.
Epic best friend fail.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

So keen for this weekend. Maybe a bit too excited?
Last weekend was perfect in every way. Maybe too perfect?

Last weekend has already started to feel like the last supper. So much has happened in such a short amount of time. Im left feeling empty and confused. I guess Im anxious about what the weekend will hold. Can "what we were" remain? All of a sudden everything has changed.
Everyone needs a fresh start, a new beginning, its a natural progression. But what if we dont want it to change, and what if no matter how hard we try things can never be the same?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The places you have come to fear the most.

Weekday blues. Constant. Standard.
Dont really now why I even let it get to me anymore.
After induging in all my september issues of fashion magazines I thought it fitting to post my favourite covers of the month..
Seriously but can everyone fuck off with the celebs on covers. I mean even Vogue Australia, you put together a stunning 50th anniversary edition in a gold box for fuck sake and the best you can do is Cate Blanchett. Why not Gemma, Catherine, Abbey, Myf, Nicole, Elyse, Pania, ANYONE?
Us Vogue used Charlize Theron and Uk Vogue Kate Moss (Yes, we all love Kate Moss but how many times can they possibly use her in 1 year!)
So I've chosen a few not so mainstream covers to make up for the mainstream disappointments!

Monday, August 24, 2009

All Hail Olivier Part II

Since then the master for Nina Ricci he is keeping true to his style in creating some of the most original pieces paraded on the paris catwalks, and some of the most desirable sky high shoes. New York times has reported that his contract has not been continued, and the fall 2009 show was his final for the label. His next more in the fashion universe is currently unknown, my final statement on the matter, is watch your back John Galliano.

All Hail Olivier Part I

I would like to take a moment to honor arguably my favourite designer. I love how unique he is and I love the fantasy and whimsical nature of his work. I feel in love with him when he reinvented the House of Rochas with a brand new silhouette. Long tiered gowns, high victorian collars and structured shoulders. Not too mention some incredibly inventive  hair and make up, including chimney sweeper eyes with ladder headbands and some of the most beautiful braids and up do's.
Part II above, had to be separated due to excessive images. Do yourself a favour and search fashion shows and check out the complete collection of everything.

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've just, come back from the dead
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under15's playing football in the park
Let’s sit in St Leonard's on this alcoholic day
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

I work hard all week and so do you
We deserve to let off some steam
Less orthodox creeping,
We need to rage through all of this life
There might be ones who are smarter than you
That have the right answers that wear better shoes
Forget about those melting ice caps
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations
Are all very well
But our love is louder than words
I love you in the morning

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Life is a song... or a dance

Today I miss dancing... Its the only thing that stops me from thinking about everything else. When Im dancing all I think about is dancing, trying to make everything perfect, nothing distracts me.
I also like this song today, sung by Patrick Park. Pretty lyrics.
Thats all.

You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean
Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness

Well is this why you cling to every little thing
And polverize and derrange all your senses
Maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along
Until the very ending

Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they're in

Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free
In a dark and storming sea
You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast
You say that you know that the good Lord's in control
He's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
You're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die
You'll die like you're afraid to go

Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From chains and shackles that they're in
From the chains and shackles that they're in

Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep
You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all

Monday, August 17, 2009

Gutter Trash

I want to be able to pull off trashy, without looking like a massive try hard.

My problem, being blonde and tiny, makes me look more like a princess barbie than a dominatrix (damn you fox btw)

Here is a collection of outfits that have recently inspired me... all of them my have to be prettied up a lil, this stuff doesnt really go with platinum  blonde... Mary Kate does it, but what cant she get away with, really?

Thursday, August 13, 2009

If you weren't real I would make you up.

I dont want to rant about how shit my life is... I know in actual fact its not completely shit, and most peoples lives involved some misery every now and again. So to redeem myself for the latter part of this entry, lets start with the good first...

Im in love... what more can I say. If you are in love you are among the rarest people in this world. I share everyday with the person I believe I will spend my forever with. He is my soulmate and I'm eternally grateful to have found him so young. I also have the most amazing circle of friends anyone could ever ask for, they really are my family and I've never felt so connected to a group of people ever in my life. 

Anyways... after justifying my reasons for being happy in life (Mainly so I dont sound like a selfish emo bitch in the remainder of this blog)

I dont remember a time in my life where things were easy, when I was carefree... Im sure there were moments, but the problem is that the bad times being as severe and depressing as they were they completely overshadow any glimpses of happiness. For once I just wish things would work out, I wish that I could stay on solid ground for long enough to enjoy the stability before the rug is ripped out from underneath me. I wish that every time things fell apart it didnt leave me with less confidence and less to offer than I had before, because the way things are going Im scared that soon there will be nothing left of me. I wish I had the ability to be inspired when people tried to motivate and uplift me, instead my head is the the stronger force that manages to bring me down further. Im so scared this will never go away, that people will get so exhausted of my sadness and complexities I'll be left completely alone with the misery that got me here in the first place as my only companion. An old friend.

FUCK YOU!!! Fuck the people, experiences and memories that make me like this. I want it to be over. I want to move on and be happy, why cant I get away from this feeling, why am I always so afraid.

Whatever, in the end of the day at least I have hope. Hope and desire to eventually get over it all, change my circumstances, and always try to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Apologies for such a public display of emotion. Understand I am not an attention seeker and want no response from anyone on this subject matter. Ive just had the week from hell and have found myself in a dark hole with a keyboard. Whoops.

Find the attached pictures from Paris Vogue February 2005, "Baby Doll Diva" or something like that, arguably my favourite Gemma Ward Editoral. Such pretty exploited youth, so sadistic.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Where's me old 80's crimper?

When I was a bratty little diva of a 5 year old I would make my mum do my hair differently everyday for kindergarten. My favourite styles included my TopsyTail (I dont really expect anyone to remember what this is... some danoz direct fad hair contraption of the 90's) and my mums hair crimper from the 80's.
Apparently the crimping is on the way back in... stay tuned to see the TopsyTail make its comeback on the international runways!

Monday, August 10, 2009


I really want to make a post.
Something inspiring, uplifting, joyful.

But Im completely blank. 

I really want this feeling to go away.

Fuck working for the next 5 days, I can predict my mood getting brighter by about 6:30pm on Saturday when its over again for another week. 

Maybe if I looked a little bit more like Anja Rubik my life would be better =(

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Lonely soldier...

Tonight I am braving the ever dramatic and always eventful onelove without my partner in crime. The Princess and the Fox.
It wont be the same without her.
Love you. xoxo


Words cant really express my love for this girl... I have a very select handful of models who I worship as if they did anything besides look beautiful, and make me ache with jealousy.
Anyway, model profile number 1. Freja Beha Erichsen. Danish model famous for her multiple tattoo's (one of which I have replicated on my ribs) and for cropping her long brunette locks into and indie rock crop.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009


The Ryan Adams version (not the angsty 90's Oasis one...)
Listened to it on repeat on my ipod on the way to and from work yesterday.

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Vogue Australia September 2009

Just quickly... Hopefully the september issue is out today... feels like its been forever since my last magazine.
Love having aussie girls Catherine McNeil and Abbey Lee Kershew in the cover.

Will do a full review of the issue after a solid reading session.


This boy is the reason I get up everyday.
The worst part of my day is leaving him.
No matter how frustrated, angry or upset I am with every other aspect of my life, I am happy just being with him and being in love.
Always and Forever.


Worst fucking day... Hating on everything and everyone...Again trying to inspire myself with my vogue series of pictures, I plan on printing them tomorrow. Hopefully the quality will turn out decent enough to frame. Almost comtemplated just ripping the beautiful prints out of my "In Vogue" book... but couldnt bring myself to do it... also couldnt afford $80 to buy and destroy a new copy! Good read btw, if you ever come across it.I will post pictures of my completed masterpiece eventually if Im happy with the outcome.Over the weekend, myself and my baby bought a new mirror for our bedroom, also a cricifix from a random catholic store in katoomba, we are now trying to create a dark romantic theme in our bedroom. Next step is dark curtain/drapes... all this interior decorating shit costs so much money, no wonder there is an entire industry dedicated to it.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Vintage Vogue

I am curently in the process of collecting a series of Vogue covers from 1910 through to present to frame and hang in my living room. My only problem so far is finding HQ pictures that are good enough quality to get printed without looking all pixilated... Anyways, you cant rush perfection, I'll take my time to find the perfect ones.
Here are a few favourites so far...