Saturday, May 29, 2010

Judith Leiber

OH. MY. GOSH. I'M SO IN LOVE. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SAY OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH OH, OHHHHHHHHH MY GOSH (I actually counted the oh's out while listening to it, GIVE ME CREDIT GUYS). What the FUCK AT THESE CLUTCHES.

They're so incredible. They're so loud. They're so amazeballs, seriously. I can't. Wow. Especially that beehive one, what the fuck? Excuse the excess profanity in this blog post, but I can't use non swear words to adequately describe how IMMENSE these clutches are. How badass would you look, walking into a party, holding a BEJEWELED BEEHIVE. That's like the peak of badassery, you can't get any higher than that. Except maybe if you were touting AK-47s and a mohawk.

As with every other thing I whine about on this blog, it's far too expensive for my poor little self. Average is 5000$. 5k. I would sell my soul for a tiger clutch. I would sell half of my left leg for a cupcake clutch. I would eat unthinkable things for a chance to just be in the presence of these clutches (and maybe lick them). They're a tiny bit ostentatious for my liking, but nonetheless badass. There's so much badass on my computer screen right now, I should just stop living.

Year 12 Formal 2010, guys. I'll be rocking an AK-47, a mohawk and a beehive clutch. Watch this space.

How to cheer up.

Before I start, here's the download link to the song I posted last entry: Hooked Up On Us - Jay Jay Pistolet. Change x's to t's.


The temperature is dropping, year 12 students are getting drawn deeper and deeper into the vortex that is the HSC, nothing good on TV is on. Sometimes the accumulation of all these things makes you want to have a mental breakdown in the middle of Maths class, collapsing into a million little pieces and banging your fists on the floor proclaiming that life isn't fair. But don't collapse, just yet.

Things on the internet that cheer me up:

1. You Make Me Touch Your Hands For Stupid Reasons - A dramatic reading of a break up letter with copious spelling and grammar mistakes. What's not to love? I've actually consistently laughed at this for over 3 years since I first found it. Most of my friends think it's the stupidest thing they've ever heard, but I cannot get over it.

2. Tumblr memes - Fuck yeah socially awkward penguin, High Expectations Asian Father.

3. Hyperbole and a Half. Because of this girl, I now have a speech impediment that comes and goes, I can handle grammar errors on the internet with much more grace, my writing has drastically improved with the help of accurate and helpful emoticons, I can play games with bricks, and showering is never a chore anymore.

4. These Vimeo vids -

Sign Language - a short film from Oscar Sharp on Vimeo.

Hitler not happy about the 550d... from oliver walker on Vimeo.

Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

Twitter: The Criterion Collection from sween on Vimeo.

HAIRCUT from MAMMOTH on Vimeo.

Things not on the internet that cheer me up: (part 1) Junk food, thrifting, frankie magazine, cameras, babies, The Beatles.

Ice cream, Thrifting, Camera.

Stay happy, kids.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Just popping in to say hi.

A few things as a substitute blog post, since I haven't blogged in ages. Outfit posts coming up in two days! :)

1. This blazer is beyond words. If I could I'd hit that girl with a spatula and run away with her blazer into the sunset, half giggling and half wailing in excitement like a banshee.

Face Hunter

2. And these shoes are beyond words. They're pretty good knock offs of the Givenchy chiffon tie up wedges. PROBLEM IS I'M A BIT SLOW, and it's sold out, guh. Except the cork version, but I don't think I'll be going back to wearing cork wedges anytime soon (10 YEAR OLD JESSICA FLASHBACK)...

Topshop Wisteria wedges.

3. Jessica as a baby. Look at me in the sunflower overalls. I was stylish even as a baby, bitches.

5. Recent purchases. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on vinyl (FUCK YES. I CAN DIE HAPPILY NOW), blue beret....and strange non prescription heart glasses.

6. Hooked Up On Us - Jay Jay Pistolet. I'm in love with this song, all over again. I love this man, so much. It saddens me that he isn't performing anymore, for the time being. I'm not sure why I'm suddenly listening to this song on repeat again, but it's so crazy fantastic. Also, I apologise for the video - I couldn't find a decent version of the song anywhere, and had to settle for him performing it in some room with dicks dancing in the background.

Well I really miss the spring in my step,
The one that I contracted from that bed in which we slept,
when our hands first intertwined, and our lips first met.
And I miss my clothes being ripped from me
You found out where I was and got there rapidly
Oh, I know not other, purer form of beauty

But you can move on quickly if you want to
Forget about our history if you must
You could find a new guy if you'd like to
But I'm still hooked up on us

And I really miss playing songs for you
I would gauge your reactions, let your favourites through
You're the only girl I've ever let review.

If anyone wants the actual MP3, email me and I'll send it over. :)

7. I updated my shop. Please take a look and help me clear my debt. :)

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Thomas & Lola

Little boys blazer: Thrifted.
Beret: Morgan & Taylor, Myer.
Spotted pussybow blouse: Thrifted.
Dodgy cut-offs: Thrifted, altered.
Black mid calf socks: Some random asian shit.
Sparkly brogues: F21.
Bag: Thrifted.
Rings: Assorted Equip + Diva.

Let me introduce Shirley: genius photographer, writer of lovely words, taste in music that is as amazing as mine (in the sense that we listen to the exact same for a massive overload of Death Cab for Cutie on her part), stellar friend, all-round cutie and soon to be short film maker. The whole purpose of today was to scout locations and take concept skills for her upcoming short film. She is amazeballs. She puts up with my outfit photos, so check her out. All the photos in this post were taken by her.

Thomas & Lola (short film), her Tumblr, her Flickr.

Doing my best Julia Roberts face, apparently:

These shoes make me so happy. They make me want to fall in love. They make me want to do bad things to cute boys. They make me want to drink a tub of pureed unicorns. They make me want to tap dance. Even though I can't tap dance. Even though they give me mad blisters, despite wearing socks. I love them all the same.

Monday, May 3, 2010

I get by with a little help from my friends.

Some of my favourites on film from a recent sports carnival. Oh P.S. I use a Minolta Maxxum :)

For those who haven't actually seen my face before, top row, second from left.

Me and one of the best guys ever. You might remember him from the last photo in this post.