You Know You Want Me

The other day at work, my coworker made me go into the glass window store front, amongst the mannequins and dance to lure customers into the store. Although I don't for a second doubt the magic of my dance moves - it wouldn't have been very fun for the casual Sunday afternoon customer, to chance upon a small Asian girl with a half shaved head pulling some very questionable moves in a shop window. This, on the other hand, is a lot more entertaining.

Watch out for Alber Elbaz making a cameo at the end, pushing the models out of the way to show how it's done. The best part of all of this is that they dance with completely straight faces.

In other news I bought this Zara blazer and am in love with it. Seriously so close to buying the matching trousers if they had fit properly. Then I'd just slither around uni shedding my skin and forking my tongue and whatever else snakes do.





Lanvin Fall 2011 Campaign images from Fashion Gone Rogue

Billie Jean

Blouse: Attik
Blazer: Thrifted, gift from Linda
Jeans: Cheap Monday
Shoes: Havoc by ASOS
Bag: Thrifted
Necklace: Secondhand from local markets
Earring: ASOS
Bracelets: Wanderlust and Co

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

I bought jeans for the first time in 6 years for work and one exceptionally lazy day I thought - WHY NOT JUST DRESS LIKE A UNI STUDENT FOR ONE DAY OF MY LIFE. My fly is undone in these photos because...who am I kidding, my fly is pretty much permanently undone. Is it because I forget? No, it's because it's comfier. The university magazine (UNSW Blitz) approached me and from now on I'll be contributing to their fashion page and this is going to be the first contribution. If you go to UNSW, pick up a copy of Blitz and look out for my "Student Style Tips." They'll probably be laughably bad, though. I wouldn't take style tips from myself unless I wanted to look like a disheveled street urchin.



Earlier this week, I was reading the updates on the Libya uprisings/revolution while on the drive to university. In between the motion of the car, the late Winter sun stretching its arms after a season of slumber, and my friend cussing about apparently everyone on the road's inadequacy at driving, I was sort of overwhelmed by how insane it all was. Sometimes reading the news makes me feel so down and leaves me questioning the state of things and of us as people. And sometimes reading the news makes me feel like a tiny speck of dust gathered on some long-forgotten corner of a dark room. It puts everything into perspective and it's just overwhelming how many problems there are out there, and how relatively stupid everything I worry about is.





One quote I found on CNN from a Libyan rebel caught my attention - "Please, please, please, let the international community know -- we are hungry for freedom, we are hungry for democracy, we are hungry for a state of law and order and we would like everybody, everybody everywhere in Arab countries and in the international community to support us and help us to get that." Seriously, just...no words.

To lift the dank mood I've put this corner of the internet in - they found a scrapbook of Condoleezza Rice curated by Gadaffi in his compound. Reminds me of how someone told me that Osama Bin Laden was a Big Bang Theory fan. These things just aren't supposed to happen.



Also a big thank you to Sophia Phan from Moulinfrock. I won her Rimmel London giveaway. I have only started to dabble in painting my face so I'm sure the prize will spark hours of unadulterated fun drawing on my face in front of the mirror.
P.S. There's no such as thing as too many Twitter friends.

Beach Babein'

This editorial lets me overlook my sometimes blinding hate for beaches (I just don't get the combination of sunburn, the willing immersion into freezing and dirty water, salt-water attacking your eyes, unwanted exposure to private body parts by the more callous of beach-goers, the risk of having your own dingly-dangly bits escaping from flimsy bikinis and greeting the entire beach, the threat of sharks/jellyfish/drowning/getting swept out to see and being forced to eat your own left hand, eating sand-encrusted ice creams and the rank change rooms). Summer and beaches just aren't my thing. Before you run towards me ready to hurl your laptops and desktop computers - I never said I don't enjoy sunshine. I love sunshine. But there's a difference between a lovely, sunny day and a whole season of gut-wrenching, eyeball-melting, suffocating heat.

But, beaches and cold weather. I've never really sat down and properly considered that pairing. These pictures make me want to wear a white dress, sit on a deserted beach on a windy and rainy day and just pretend for a while as though I don't completely hate beaches and the torrent of excuses I give to everyone when I am inevitably invited to partake in sun and sand hedonism in the summertime.









Rasa Zukauskaite by Paul de Luna for WestEast Magazine.

Tourists in our own city

My friend Linda and I decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle of university, interning and casual jobs for a day out and about being tourists in our own city. In hindsight we probably did look like tourists, considering I am an Asian with a huge camera. We were going to hit up all the scenic views but ended up spending the majority of our day in Rushcutter's Bay and The Gap in Watsons Bay. Just being there at the top, you would never be able to guess that it's sort of notorious for being a suicide hotspot - it is such a beautiful place, with the most intense sweeping views of the CBD and the sea. Being the geniuses/fashion victims we are, we tackled this cliff face in heels, and came out on the other end with plenty of gratitious photos and blisters to prove it.





Sheer chiffon shrug: Supre
White bustier: Thrifted
Skirt: Robot Ninjas
Heels: Zara court shoes
Necklace: Thrifted
Trench coat: Gift

While we were sitting off a wharf/pier at Rushcutter's Bay, a man and his dog approached us. And then his dog proceeded to maul me and completely cover me in dog spit. At one point Digga actually just pushed me over and used my chest as a seat. He had fallen in love with me and couldn't get enough. Now if only I could charm a good looking guy with stubble and convince him into covering me in his spit and sitting on my chest and gnawing at my ears. Phil (owner) was actually the sweetest guy - we spoke to him about everything from eBay to London congestion tax to the types of girls you find at airports.





If only everyone was as lovely as Phil. I meet heaps of interesting people at work, though - half of them being tourists. Instead of selling clothes, I actually spend half my time at work giving suggestions to tourists on where to go and what to eat. Does anyone want to hire me as as tour guide? I am enthusiastic and can probably do a little rap and a dance for you on the side just to sweeten the deal.





And you know, if you aren't already sick enough of me being all over your proverbial internet grill, check out my interview with The Daily Grind Online, DDG Daily and Alphabet Bag's Twitter (2, 3). And just for the sake of link spam and self-promotion - make sure you follow me on Twitter to get all sorts of real-time updates on my latest bowel movements and minute details of my life that nobody needs to know. I also write twice a week for Door 121, a media platform. Do check them out and follow their blog! Last thing - I have a few ace interviews and giveaways coming up so keep a keen eye on the internet horizon.





Linda just started a fashion blog of her own so if you want to see more of her personal style make sure you check it out and follow, you won't be disappointed! It's called Just One More.

Indulgence

Wayne Cooper wedges from Myer From $200 to $30. I've had my eye on them for a while now so when the bright red 75% off sign yelled in my face, I immediately succumbed to the all too familiar lure of cheap shoes.

I've let me guard down lately and fed my inner materialism monster - with a huge ASOS and Book Depository haul as well as seemingly random outbursts of money spending while walking around the city. These shopping blackouts of mine leave me vulnerable and slightly terrified at my capacity to throw away money as though it isn't real. And these are just the accessories I've bought recently.



Vintage necklace from eBay.





Secondhand octopus brooch and wooden animal necklace from Bankstown markets - Guess what's my new hobby? Haggling? Markets are the only acceptable environment in which I can openly let my frugality wild and loose.



Pot plants (3 for $5) from markets



Delicate gold necklaces + Apple core necklace, thrifted - These necklaces are perhaps my favourite out of everything I've found recently.

Oh and just quickly - I had the pleasure of going to Noah and the Whale's gig in Sydney, and it was my first ever live music experience. And it was amazing. They were amazing. Who knew awkwardly standing around swaying to indie music could be such a wonderful experience?

And I started at Le Coq Sportif! So far, really great. My coworkers are ace and I'm not bad at selling things. I even bought jeans to wear to work (first time in what, 6 years?). If only you guys could see my work uniform - a polo, sneakers and jeans. Yep. I walked out of my room and my dad nearly rejoiced at how normal I looked.