The distance from Fred is ongoing. I could say something douchey like the digital format limits my creativity, but very simply...I suck. I still can't take anything sufficiently amazing on digital. And it sucks.
Summarising my life in recent weeks in dot points:
- The weather isn't making up its mind. I'm wearing silk pants, I feel like an emporer, but I am fucking melting. How can anyone melt in silk pants. I don't even know. - I've started to realise the importance of school. Or to put it another way, I've learnt how to give a fuck about studying and being serious for once in my life. - Its fucking hot. - I can't wait for John Mayer. - I still haven't taken any good photos.
And a typical mirror shot late at night when I hadn't washed my hair for 2 days, because I haven't taken one in a while.
This spread pretty much completes me. The almost sepia, soft, muted tones look like I could knit a blanket out of them and lie in it all day. It also doesn't help that I'm pretty much a sucker for anything involving the whole 'lovers who run around being criminals and looking attractive while doing so' theme.
It reminds me of the short film/music video Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt were in a while back for She & Him's, Why Do You Let Me Stay Here.
Zooey Deschanel is one of the only females I'd go gay for. Actually, thats a lie, I'd go gay for pretty much anyone. But Zooey Deschanel especially. Her voice makes me question why:
1. I'm not a straight guy. 2. I'm not a homosexual female. 3. She isn't someone I know personally. and therefore: a) Someone I could wed and bed. b) Someone who could be my other perfect indie half. c) My personal maid.
So before I sound even more lesbian, I'll be gone now. x
An outfit I wore a long while back to a black and white party. Yes, I kind of cheated by wearing sequins that aren't black...or white. Yes, same shoes, same clutch, virtually the same accessories as everyone of my 'dressed up' outfits. Nothing will ever compare to these, though. Except maybe those pony hair BCBG wedges that all the bloggers are throwing around.
Wearing: Butterfly sequinned top: Glassons (ON SALE. I HAD TO TREK TO FUCKING CHATSWOOD TO GET THIS TOP, AND IN TWO SIZES TOO BIG, TOO.) Bodycon mini: $5 from @Topshop Shoesss: Glamourpuss, GIFT FROM FRIENDSIES. Clutch: Portmans, gift from uncle. Jewellery and shit: Diva & Equip Kittens: free, underneath my house.
Oh my godddd, in the middle of taking photos my sister turns into this shrieking banshee and I look over AND THERES A FAMILY OF KITTIES ADMIRING MY OUTFIT FROM AFAR. I later tried to throw pieces of spam and eggs at them but the mother just kept hissing at me like I was going to shove her kittens up my ass or something.
OH. AND GUYS. I'M GOING TO JOHN MAYERS CONCERT LAKDJFLKAJFLKAJDFLAJFLDKAJFLAJ. YAY!! 10th May. SO. PUMPED. His behavior makes him come across as the biggest douche bag alive, but the man makes such unbelievably amazing music. The kind of music you could happily die to.
One of my favourite things about this top: this. The shiny shit it throws onto the walls reminds me of that scene in Transformers where that Luke Picketwickety or whatever starts hallucinating random numbers and looks like he's going to die from a drug overdose.
The distance from Fred is ongoing. I could say something douchey like the digital format limits my creativity, but very simply...I suck. I still can't take anything sufficiently amazing on digital. And it sucks.
Summarising my life in recent weeks in dot points:
- The weather isn't making up its mind. I'm wearing silk pants, I feel like an emporer, but I am fucking melting. How can anyone melt in silk pants. I don't even know. - I've started to realise the importance of school. Or to put it another way, I've learnt how to give a fuck about studying and being serious for once in my life. - Its fucking hot. - I can't wait for John Mayer. - I still haven't taken any good photos.
And a typical mirror shot late at night when I hadn't washed my hair for 2 days, because I haven't taken one in a while.
This spread pretty much completes me. The almost sepia, soft, muted tones look like I could knit a blanket out of them and lie in it all day. It also doesn't help that I'm pretty much a sucker for anything involving the whole 'lovers who run around being criminals and looking attractive while doing so' theme.
It reminds me of the short film/music video Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt were in a while back for She & Him's, Why Do You Let Me Stay Here.
Zooey Deschanel is one of the only females I'd go gay for. Actually, thats a lie, I'd go gay for pretty much anyone. But Zooey Deschanel especially. Her voice makes me question why:
1. I'm not a straight guy. 2. I'm not a homosexual female. 3. She isn't someone I know personally. and therefore: a) Someone I could wed and bed. b) Someone who could be my other perfect indie half. c) My personal maid.
So before I sound even more lesbian, I'll be gone now. x
An outfit I wore a long while back to a black and white party. Yes, I kind of cheated by wearing sequins that aren't black...or white. Yes, same shoes, same clutch, virtually the same accessories as everyone of my 'dressed up' outfits. Nothing will ever compare to these, though. Except maybe those pony hair BCBG wedges that all the bloggers are throwing around.
Wearing: Butterfly sequinned top: Glassons (ON SALE. I HAD TO TREK TO FUCKING CHATSWOOD TO GET THIS TOP, AND IN TWO SIZES TOO BIG, TOO.) Bodycon mini: $5 from @Topshop Shoesss: Glamourpuss, GIFT FROM FRIENDSIES. Clutch: Portmans, gift from uncle. Jewellery and shit: Diva & Equip Kittens: free, underneath my house.
Oh my godddd, in the middle of taking photos my sister turns into this shrieking banshee and I look over AND THERES A FAMILY OF KITTIES ADMIRING MY OUTFIT FROM AFAR. I later tried to throw pieces of spam and eggs at them but the mother just kept hissing at me like I was going to shove her kittens up my ass or something.
OH. AND GUYS. I'M GOING TO JOHN MAYERS CONCERT LAKDJFLKAJFLKAJDFLAJFLDKAJFLAJ. YAY!! 10th May. SO. PUMPED. His behavior makes him come across as the biggest douche bag alive, but the man makes such unbelievably amazing music. The kind of music you could happily die to.
One of my favourite things about this top: this. The shiny shit it throws onto the walls reminds me of that scene in Transformers where that Luke Picketwickety or whatever starts hallucinating random numbers and looks like he's going to die from a drug overdose.
Is a 16 year old Asian girl from outer space (or Sydney, if you want to be concise). Spends too much time on Facebook, in charity clothing stores, in front of her heater and drinking red bull. Doesn't spend enough time on schoolwork, having adventures and eating vegetables. Apparently smells like green tea and mangoes. Was named after every second girl in the whole world.
Contact me: super.jessicaa@hotmail.com
Likes -
Vintage (read: second hand, ie she dresses like a nanna) clothing.
Themed parties
Talking in the third person, talking in the first person, talking generally
Crazy people on public transport
Red Bull
Invading personal space
Wes Anderson movies
Sexual Innuendo
The Beatles
Post apocalyptic novels/films
Images of space, the sky, constellations
Masculinity and femininity
Tall heels and short hemlines
Clever wordplay on her name (eg. fartssica, jurassica, etc.)
Frederick Hans Gutenburg
Internet whore -
Frederick Hans Gutenburg
Is a Canon 450D, but on a deeper level also represents all the cameras that Jessica will ever encounter in her entire life. Spends too much time taking self portraits with Jessica, and not enough time on important things, like documenting world hunger and historical events. Was named by a robot called Gaztron 5000. Born in some factory in Asia probably, but landed in Jessica's arms on the 26th of May, 2009.
Likes -
Bokeh
The Bold and the Beautiful
Billingham Camera bags
TLC
Glitter
Jessica
Opened on: 9th August, 2009 Domain bought on: 7th of August, 2009. If you are reading this, and its sometime at the end of July in 2010, remind Jessica to renew this shit. Was born because: Jessica loves her camera, and loves to blog. It seemed obvious to combine the two.
A love story between a girl and her camera, and the adventures they go on. Like The Newleyweds, replacing Jessica Simpson with a small Asian girl of the same name, with bangs. And Nick Lachey with a camera.
Contact Me: super.jessicaa@hotmail.com
