Saturday, August 28, 2010
What I wore to check out university open days. Going to open days just reaffirmed the fact that I have no idea what to do next year. I'm not vaguely interested in anything at all. I wouldn't mind being a professional sea sponge, or maybe even a block of cheese, but beyond that I do not have the slightest clue on where I'm headed.
A shout out to those who approched me at USYD! It was really lovely to meet some of my lovely followers :-).
Shorts: Thrifted PJ pants turned into shorts.
Brogues: Thrifted, too small. I never learn my lesson.
Socks: Market, Mens.
I got some gnarly blisters from these brogues, and I look so dishevelled and tired (as always). I AM IN A RUT. Sorry about my inactivty/unresponsiveness - Twitter, Formspring, emails, Tumblr. I just feel really out of it lately. I'm in a rut. Which, for some reason, reminds me of rafts, which reminds me of the ocean which gets me really excited for summer/the beach. Which makes me want to walk around my house in a bikini. Which makes me remember it's about -89376 degrees celcius right now.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I am skint broke. Completely, completely broke. I haven't worked since before my exams and now I don't have two coins to rub together. Jokes. I have coins. But I'm saving those for a kebab. Kebabs aside, I haven't gone thrifting in a while and it's opened a little tear in my heart that nothing else can fix.
And when you're broke, there's nothing left to do but to salivate on your keyboard over things that are beyond the capacities of your bank account. Happy humpday, y'all (this is where I adopt a Texan accent, wear a cowboy hat, pull out a revolver from one pocket and Miley Cyrus from the other).
Saturday, August 21, 2010
So I decided to wear the same blouse two ways in the spirit of being economical and ~creative~. I think I took it a bit too far, though, seeing as how I ended up wearing the blouse on its own in an attempt to pass it off as a dress. I always buy XXXL blouses in the pathetic hope that I would be able to wear it as a dress...but they are always, 9/10 times, too short. I did love the colour of this blouse, though, and the funky kaleidoscope contained in the button at the neck.
Boots: Fake Docs from K-Mart.
Also the weather is getting warmer and warmer. WHO'S EXCITED FOR SPRING/SUMMER? I AM. No stockings, air con, windows open at night, boxers, icy poles, THE BEACH, tanned skin, flip flops, tank tops, hair ties.
This Obama badge is actually from my wreck of a schoolbag. Originally there were letter badges that spelled out O-B-A-M-A, and one by one they all fell off, scattered everywhere around my school playground until it was just O-A-*Obama face*.
Blazer: Children's, thrifted.
Shorts: Mom jeans thrifted + DIY.
Boots: Fake docs from K-mart.
Tangled ass hair: School.
Obama badge: From a set off eBay.
Unzipped fly: Priceless.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
And I just wanted to share this beautiful short film (short as in 3 minutes, it's not massive, so watch!) by Everynone. Try to keep up with the word association.
P.S. I'm selling a few of my clothes on my here. I'm selling the black tapered pants from my "Wearing the Pants" post amongst other things, so do my wardrobe and wallet a favour and check it out!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
This is, apparently, my "police" outfit. It was not intentional. Now I don't know about you, but I have lived my whole life anchored in the belief that I am a total rebelz, fuck da police, Jess is a muthafuckin' bad ass etc. I am like Ryan from the OC, but with less body hair, more sass, and a less hot girlfriend. I am a societal outcast, garbage tossed aside by the government. I don't need you and your laws. I don't need anybody.
But APPARENTLY I AM WALKING AROUND THE DAMN PLACED DRESSED AS A COP. Now I'm forced to question my entire identity. Who am I? Am I a BAD ASS, or am I a cop. Or a "striper policewoman" as my friends enjoyed telling me. Also, I'm seeing a pattern in being called a stripper. Guys, I think I have found my true calling in life. I'm going to join the police force and subdue criminals by stripping. BUT SERIOUSLY, THESE PANTS. AMAZING. SO TIGHT IT HURTS BUT STILL SO COMFORTABLE. How is this even possible.
Disco Pants: American Apparel via eBay.
Drawstring bucket bag: Thrifted.
Combat boots that are too big for me (STORY OF MY LIFE. I ONLY EVER BUY SHOES THAT DON'T FIT ME. LEARN YOUR DAMN LESSON, IDIOT.): Thrifted.
And I remember in the giveaway, a few of you wanted me to start posting outfits AND what I actually get up to in those outfits...let me know if you want this to keep happening. All photos taken by me:
P.S. GUYS I watched Inception yesterday...it was good but not HOLY SHIT MIND FUCKING good. Nevertheless, Christopher Nolan is a genius. And Marion Cotillard is one scary bitch but a fantastic actress, ugh I love her so much. And Joseph Gordon Levitt. This isn't stating anything new but HOLY SHIT IS THAT MAN HOT IN A SUIT.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
To counteract the black hole of depression and angst my last post was...here's a post full of sunshine, smiles, and gratitious photos of myself. Lately I haven't been paying that much attention to what I wear, it's usually just what's on my floor + beaten up, disgusting combat boots. Hence, this mediocre post, and these mediocre photos that my white balance threw up on.
I thought it was appropriate to dress today as if I was a happy little gremlin because my trials finished yesterday...I'll get around to your e-mails ASAP (firstname.lastname@example.org).
And I just wanted to show you guys the sweatshirt I haven't taken off for the past few days. It's about 13 times too large for me, and "WARTS AND ALL, SOMEBODY LOVES ME." is emblazoned across the front. The best part? You know how some jumpers, on the inside there's this fluffy cloud goodness that feels like you're sinking into an ocean of cotton candy (I think normal people call it "fleece"). Yeah.
Oh and being as lazy as I am, I wore this exact outfit last week to church -
Tank: Forever 21.
Cardi: Cotton On
P.S. I'm in dire need of a new haircut. If anyone has any suggestions to throw at me, throw away. x
Thursday, August 12, 2010
“Why are we here, that is the question… In this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting."
I feel strange, I feel strange, I feel strange. I don't know, I feel strange, people are strange, people are so strange. This is the first time I've picked up my camera just to take photos of nothing in about half a year.
Labels: snap happy
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
How beautiful are these watercolour creations by AMBIRD? They all look a little anguished, though. Although you can hardly blame the girl with a bee colony on her head. Maybe they're tired of having so much responsibility placed on their scalps - I'd know I'd be stressed if the whole universe was contained in my hair, or if it was permanently -08935 degrees celcius north of my eyebrows. Their facial expressions sort of resemble mine - lack of adequate sleep has turned me into this quasi-zombie that feeds on cheese and darknesss.
I'm lying in bed, it's 9.15AM. Things are kind of shady around this part of Sydney, and I'm listening to the rain. Rain is the most soothing sound that exists. It's like a million voices in harmony whispering "man up, shut the fuck up, everything is going to be okay."
Labels: art and illustration
Sunday, August 8, 2010
(I used a random number generator)
Congratulations Leila (which is a kick ass name btw reminds me of Futurama), I'll e-mail you tomorrow following my maths exam and sort all the minor details out. I really wish I could send everyown who entered a duplicate of the brooch, but unfortunately I don't possess the powers of magic i.e. I'm not Harry Potter. I'll try my best not to blubber when I say goodbye to my brooch at the post office, but I can't make any promises regarding the possibility of me storing it down my undies and never sending it to you. Jokes. I'm only half joking. Thank you all so much for following/commenting/reading Jess Loves Fred. And a big thank you to those who liked me on Facebook - makes me feel less of a sad human being for making my own fan page. I'll make another giveaway when I hit 1000 followers. :-)
It's actually the first birthday of my blog - and coincidentally, this (should be) the one hundredth post, too. Yay for e-coincidences. I'm going to make this post really short because I've been studying maths the whole day and my brain has kind of made a pathetic little fart and surrendered all traces of logic and coherence.
Pussybow blouse: Thrifted.
Floral skirt: Children's thrifted dress, friend transformed it into a skirt.
Glitter brogues: Forever 21.
Socks: Courtesy of We Love Colors
I haven't dressed this girly in so long. This whole outfit overwhelms me with the desire to dip my eyeballs in pink dye and ingest glitter and bottles of nail polish. I am so close to drinking my nail polish for the fun of it. All maths and no chocolate makes Jessica a dull girl.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Eli Sanem Karakoc's photos have a quiet, sad quality to them. Her photos are like something you once lost but still hold onto.
Check out her series "Silent Death". This woman does the most amazing things with B&W film. It's photographers like these that make me want to throw my digital SLR into a giant crevasse and physically sew a film camera to my hip. What's better, he has 216 pages in her Flickr photostream. Bonus for anyone looking for a way to while away some time by plunging headfirst into beautiful photos of quiet analog moments.
P.S. Last few days to enter the giveaway! I've realised that the 9th is the 1 year anniversary of my blog, so might as well end it on that day.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Snakeskin leggings Black Milk Clothing.
Country Road jumper: Thrifted.
Lace up boots: Thrifted.
Turtle ring: F21.
Trenchie: Birthday gift.
Thank you for all your well wishes about my exams, hopefully I can store all this luck being thrown at me in my undies and unleash it onto the abomination that is my upcoming Maths exam. I could totally use this opportunity to yet again yell about how much Maths makes me want to throw kittens at my monitor, but I'm too tired even for that.
I still haven't even watched Inception, what? There's so much hype surrounding it now, and the amount of times I've seen someone call it a "mind fuck" on both Facebook and Tumblr makes me want to leg it to the nearest cinema and get my mind fucked over.
Wore this to my little sissy's 12th birthday dinner with the family, felt like I was a Parseltongue from Slytherin. P.S. has anyone realised how magnificent Easy Mac is?
Monday, August 2, 2010
I just did my first exam. Here's a visual vomit of things that I've lusted after/been inspired by in the past few weeks. Studying for exams drains the shit out of me, but at the same time it feels almost...liberating. Don't ask how that works. I probably just pulled that out of my ass in a moment of self-perceived lucidity. Good luck to kids doing the trials, and have a lovely week, everyone else. I'm going to get back to churning out essays like I've got literary dysentery. xo