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So, apparently it's been 2-3 weeks since I showed my face around this neighbourhood. It's cute and funny how I randomly disappear on you guys without a word, right? Right?? I'm like that stray cat you sometimes see sniffing at your underwear as it's drying on the clothes line and leaves droppings all over your front yard. You love that cat...right?



Blazer: Thrifted (originally belonging to some private primary student).
Blouse: Thrifted
Heels: Best Friend.
Pants: Courtesy of Wholesale Dress>.
Bag: Thrifted

All images shot by: Vinh Pham / Ve Noir Studios.



So, I'm on the verge of failing a course at uni because I'm really great and I never go to the tutorials. Other than that, I think I've settled in pretty well to university life, refreshing Twitter until my thumbs fall off during lectures or not going at all, repeatedly making the same mistake of buying a large Mocha from the Quad cafe only to sit on the train hours later shaking and laughing hysterically and regretting the caffeine. Also, I rewatched all four seasons of Mad Men, sang Bass Down Low - Dev ft. the Cataracs (why even, I don't know) one too many times and saw Ruby Rose wandering around Zara and followed her around like a stray dog. My middle name is Excitement.



Also, like every other Sydney shopper, I paid Zara a visit. There was hardly any stock left when I was there, and I spent most of the time clutching one leopard print loafer trying to find the other one without success. But the prices are insanely reasonable in comparison to what I expected. And I'm running out of things to say because my life is pretty much described by The Lazy Song - Bruno Mars. I actually wake up at 8am and just lie in bed until 3pm doing nothing much but refreshing Facebook.

Oh, but I have had the usual share of really daft moments like always. Like using my Bubble Tea loyalty card instead of my bank key card, saying out loud to myself "Oh, that means I need to wear pants, right?" when I realised I had to leave my room to get a towel and rage quitting because I thought I lost in Tetris Battle only to realise I had won by like, double. Yep. Middle Name. Excitement. See you guys soon.

Queefing

This is Quiff guy. My friends and I were walking around university when the sight of this skunk-striped, quiffed up cool cat walked past us, the most perfect quiff known to man growing out of his stylish skull. A pact was made, "If we ever are lucky enough to lay eyes on Quiff-Guy ever again, we shall enquire as to where he sourced his quiff from." Fast forward a week or two, and Quiff-Guy is once again spotted, in the Arcade, ordering Asian food, his quiff - solitary and dignified. Attempts (about three) were made to approach him, which eventually found me hiding behind a pool table in quivering fear of interacting with the owner of such a quiff. Brendan Byron finally stood up with the courage of men and took Quiff-Guy's photo, accompanied with a "it's for my friend's fashion blog". Quiff guy, I doubt you remembered my URL, but if you are, I want to commend you on the quality of your quiff.

Also, I might start taking street style photos. It's an excuse to approach well-dressed people who would otherwise be too far out of my league to befriend and/or solicit sexual relations with. Joke about the last part. Maybe.

All Images by Brendan Byron





Artwork by Julie N. You should check out her other critically acclaimed piece, "Al Gayda".

I was waiting at a train station at around midnight the other day for my mother to come and pick me up. The thing with my mum is she chucks a spaz if I take the train home alone, so in an attempt to trick her, I saddled up to a girl that looked vaguely my age and asked, "can you be pretend to be my friend so my mother doesn't spaz at me?" (this is also another method to make friends. Making Friends 101 by Prof. Jess Tran) Turns out she reads my blog, which was pretty awesome. That pretty much made my week. It was all for nought, though, because she was picked up before my mum arrived. My mother chose to arrive JUST AS a seedy inebriated Korean guy decided to approach me and tell me I was the "prettiest woman I have ever seen. I have not seen a woman as pretty as you." Cool timing, drunk Korean man. On any other day, I would appreciate your half slurred compliment.

Outfit post coming soon.

And Just Like That

"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be. "

I just downloaded the A Single Man soundtrack after too long, was reminded of how lovely of a movie it was, am unable to study, so... here I am.