Royal Jelly

Lovely $3 tiara from the supermarket today inspired a somewhat Royal Wedding themed outfit.

 I've fucked my camera. Had to borrow my mothers, I don't want to talk about it.

 I've got to go get drunk now loved ones (I am a lil already). It's not that I'm a Royalist, I merely think that this is the sort of historic event that I'm going to be happy to say I was around for when I'm old and withered, so celebrating it seems the best way to make it stick in my memory (that, and I don't own a television so I literally have to leave the house to watch the wedding.)

The highest temperature ever recorded in Iceland was 30.5 °C in 1939.

Bunny Times! "Are you kissing one of your hats?"

No you silly fools! An Adorable Bun!

I dislike this picture of me, but my Opening Ceremony x Where The Wild Things Are faux fur skirt looks fab - it's in the higher echelon of things I own and love. I am going to be very sad to leave it in Australia while I trek the world.

for more bunny loving look at Emma's sweet blog

"Australia does not have an Embassy or Consulate in Iceland." Oh dear.

Careworn? No - Care Warm.

 This is a picture of a house in the Ukraine

This is a photo of what I wore to work today. In my lovely country village it is cold and wet and a bit miserable at the moment, all the mushrooms are waterlogged. Under that very expAnsive jumper there is corduroy shirt to match my surfer-gal cord skirt from Ruby.

Here is a closer picture of that knitted pie-hat. Including a glimpse of what I was wearing under that jumper / a glimpse of what I did at work today.

Terry Stand Tall

“I consider myself the rock-n-roll cobbler. Thats exactly what I am. I always was.”

Terry De Havilland

I may have mentioned that when it comes to adoration it's David Bowie at the top of my list, so it should come as no surprise that when it comes to shoes you can stick your-skinny-ol Manolo Blahnik's and pass the Terry de Havilland's - the true "rock-n-roll cobbler"

 Terry was born into a family of shoe makers, raised carving and stretching shoes, and come the advent of LSD in the late 60s he shook up the industry and came to shod all the feet of the era worth shodding. From Tim Curry in Rocky Horror, Jackie O, Bianca Jagger, Angie and David Bowie and everyone in between.

“We do style, darling. We don’t do fashion.” 

- Terry de Havilland 

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Erstwhile

lemme introdoose you to ma lil freend 

(my long hair - fresh from the fridge where I have been keeping it for a few months "that's so creepy"- I can Hear you unsubscribing)

And finally on the garish 70s note -

This Aztec-y gold velour shirt is so fun to pat. With gold hot pants and gold tights, a friend said "If you wore this to the Cairo museum people would just assume you were an exhibit on the loose"

How about Heather Graham as Rollergirl?

Snow Shuffle

This blog is a place for materialistic desires (my conscience prefers MATERIALISTIC EXPRESSIONISM), and so, given that I have booked tickets headed away from sunny Australia to chilly Iceland and Russia, I'm indulging -

Cold Times Shopping List

First - some good creepers. For stomping.

 

Recently I saw some Issey Miyake creepers in an opshop for $40 (op shops are so greedy these days) that were just a tad too far towards hideous on the ever present amazing-vs-hideous scale (sadly they didn't fit anyway). Generally though, I am scared of buying creepers - they all seem so much fiercer than me.

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Obviously I will need Yohji Yamamoto a/w2000 - the ultimate Tibetan Snow Shaman collection (yes that's right - 'the ultimate', because the competition in that category is so great)

And should I fall victim to the pressures of sleep - no problem - donna dress is a bed that travels with you! Snoozin Chic.

It is important to keep our precious heads snug too, encased in fluffly tombs. Is something here reminicant of Hoth attire?

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Marc Jacobs a/w2010. So much amish-y goodness from this collection. Practical sweaters for practical people. Not-so-practical etherial dresses for practical people too.

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Tsumori Chisato a/w2011colours for legs. I love how the collection was true to the label - lots of colour and cute and bright - but retained a more muted element to make it seasonal.

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 LD Tuttle collaboration with Complex Geometries A/W 11-12. Also for stomping. Somehow I feel they would be practical for the snow. Probably because they resemble dinosaurs - and no one fucks with dinosaurs (except extinction)

Alas I am currently dancing the line between thrifty and greedy, I should be saving my pennies on actually Getting to Iceland. 

Put simply, I'm just going to start attaching pom poms to everything in an attempt to curb spending and satiate my wanton ways.

Pompom times began yesterday after finding my sister making a model of phosphorus using pipecleaners and fluff balls in all my favourite colours. A tiara was born.

Bye for now and Sweet Dreams!

Goodnight, you princes of Maine. You kings of New England

Princess Flower Babe

Last night I wrote this while under the influence of the intoxicating liquids. I have decided to post it because Ruby asked of yesterdays post if I was drunk when I wrote it (hint: yes) but I thought this one was funnier:


"Hey Jazz

Yeh?

What's the first thing you'll be doing when you go to London in July?

Don't you remember? - LIBERTY OF LONDON NIKES  IS WHAT I'LL BE DOING MY DEAR IMAGINARY THING THAT I AM TALKING TO!

Now I just need to decide - which ones?

Hey Jazz

Yeh?

You are shallow and dumb

Geez girl, way to publicise your insecurities on the internet.

~maybe I made this blog as a subconscious way to document my decent into insanity after all?~"

Hey Kids! Drinking is cool and will earn you the respect of your peers. DUH

cries to her husband "Daddy Our Baby's Gone"

This is a slightly non-sensical rant, it comes to you in 4 parts - 

1.Courtney Love, 2.Things From My Life, 3.A Feminist Rant, 4.Yoko Ono

1

You're not to know this but I love the expression 'you're not to know this' and I love Courtney Love. Not in the seemingly trendy way that people are lovin on Courtney, but in a fair-dinkum I-have-been-rocking-out-to-you-since-I-was-a-toddler sort of way. 

A week isn't complete if I haven't screeched Miss World or Violet at the top of my lungs.

whatcourtneyworetoday 

2
Things from my life that are meaningless:

Federation Square Melbourne

I have giardia - it is a parasite in my tummy which makes me feel like vomiting all the time (sounds like a euphemism for pregnancy)

Since telling my mother that I've booked my plane tickets to foreign lands 'She's Leaving Home' by the Beatles has been sung a lot

San Francisco in Colour

Why isn't my passport in it's very specific place where it has always lived?!?!? What dastardly creature moves my goods while I sleep?! Naughty Little Passport Hiding In The Crisps. AGAIN!

This picture of Robert Pattinson holding a crocodile is one of the most ridiculous things I have seen for some time

3

On the last day that I attended my university course I sat in a tutorial on feminism where I was the only person to raise their hand to the question 'who here is a feminist?' 

I was amazed that in a class of 25 people, (after having talked about how feminism isn't a dirty word, that it means Gender Equality to many, that boys can be feminists too) that I - in my pink and bows and glitter - was the only person to assign to such beliefs. I'm no radical feminist. There is a lot of that shit that I think is over the top and out of hand, but for fucks sake people 

YouDon'tNeedFakeTanToFeelGoodAboutYourself 

YouDon'tNeedToShaveYourLegsForAnyoneElse

YouWillBeLovedEvenIfYouHaveSmallBoobies

YouAndYouAloneMakeYourDecisions

Ruby took this photo. Both.

4

I adore Yoko Ono, I'm not going to go into it right now.

Yoko Ono, ‘Cut Piece’, 1964-5.

“The only game we play together with our children is star-chasing; sadly, not the stars in the sky, but the “STARS” who we think have achieved the standard of the dream image we have imposed on the human race. We cannot trust ourselves anymore, because we know that we are, well…too real. We are forever apologetic for being real. Excuse me for farting, excuse me for making love and smelling like a human being, instead of that odorless celluloid prince and princess image up there on the screen.”
-The Feminization of Society, 1972. 

(This makes me cry sometimes)

Cut Piece 

Yoko first performed Cut Piece in Japan 1964, Paris 2003 was its final performance.

Katrantzou Kraze

I have been trying to assemble some sort of critical response to Mary Katrantzou's Autumn 2011 ready-to-wear collection since, uh, February, and now that it's April I'm just going to have to come to terms with the fact that this is one of the best collections I've ever seen and I have very little else to say.

I love it. I love her.

I didn't think there was anyway she could improve upon her lampshade-interiors Spring collection but LOOK. (click to enlarge for sweet loveliness)

Not only has she achieved Breath Taking prints, the Shapes are bias-cut-GENIUS. WIZARDRY if you will. 

Oriental overtones without being trite, a bright pallet that isn't heavy handed.

It was with this collection in mind that I wrote my grumbling Oscars post, lamenting the lack of such beautiful items (Anna understands).