March 7, 2010
I’m up. I’m about but I’m not what you would call lively.
Yesterday I spent quite a lot of time in front of the television. I watched Mean Girls, which was mostly pretty good and funny. I never thought I’d say this but I am now a fan of Lohan. I especially liked the frisson of the scene where someone is telling LiLo (Lindsay Lohan) about how another girl is a lesbian.
Laugh? Yes I did.
Then on SBS I watched a kung-fu movie with the hot Jet Li called Fearless. Not the best Jet Li film I have ever seen. That honour probably goes to Thai Chi Master 2…
But when it comes to kung fu movies you can’t NOT mention the awesome awe inspiring, funny, serious, gorgeous Michelle Yeow. She was in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, and with Ziyi Yang has one of the best fight scenes EVER…
And this has got to be the worst fight scene ever, just plain ridiculous, gory with not much fighting…
Here’s what I’m wearing, not inspired by kung-fu movies however…
Me pointing, I don't know why, Taxi looks on mindlessly
Top: Supre eensy vest
Bottom: Junk cut-offs
Accessory: Denim birkies
February 12, 2010
Hot or what?
I’m talking about me, not the weather, although it is pretty steamy in Sydney today.
Down at Clovelly at 8am it was perfection! Hot, sunny, blue skies, snorkelling. Sometimes I have to say thank you Sydney!
I have been getting many questions about my plans post Year of Denim. I have seriously been thinking of doing The Year of the Beach. This would mean everyday I would HAVE to go to the beach. The Year of Swimming would be easier cos then I could go to the local pool (if they ever finish rebuilding it).
But the Year of The Beach! Imagine going to the beach every day? How blissful would that be? Many people already live that enviable lifestyle. But they don’t live in Sydney’s inner west. They live at the beach. So watch out Aquabumps, I am seriously considering my next Year of…
Goffas warming herself after groper spotting
Aaah the beach. How good does it make you feel to get in the water even on a yucky weather day? Does anybody know why the ocean is so amazing? Although there are some haters out there (DHo, you are one). How beautiful is snorkelling at Clovelly? Even just looking at the seaweed moving to the ocean’s pull is a sublime experience.
Rocky start to the day, ta Goffas for photo taking
Top: Ivy chambre vest
Bottom: Junk cut-offs
Accessory 1: Black denim cap
Accessory 2: Denim shoulder bag, outta sight
Now here’s an ode to why Australia is so good and awesome!
January 30, 2010
First pics from my new camera!
Spot the difference between crap old camera and flashy new hi resolution sooper dooper camera!
See how much younger Taxi looks! See my sun damaged skin in excruciating detail! Count the hairs on my legs and under my arms!
Secret spot by Wolli Creek, me in adventure denim
Top: Incredible hand customised denim vest donated by Lightfoot Studios
Bottom: T-Plus denim shorts, ready for hard yakka n action
Accessory: Denim birkies, in cross country mode
I’m off to the movies now. Have fun on your Saturday nights…
Grrrrrrr I'm ready to rumble
Top: Lovin Supre’s line in nasty cheap denim. Hmm, might drop into the outlet store next week
Bottom: Gap skinny leg, fat chick jeans
Accessory: Denim gym boots
January 28, 2010
It’s late but I have been out and about and in denim too.
I went for a walk along the southern side of Coogee. Dolphins entertained the masses and me. I went for a dippity-do in one of the rock pools near Singo’s house, D-Ho made me a toasted sandwich for brunch and now I’m home. Here’s what I wore on the walk. Of course I didn’t think to take a photo ON the walk because that would be sensible…
I looked pissed off and I don't know why. Send your suggestions to....
Top: Ivy chambre vest still too clammy for Sydney’s humidity
Bottom: Rusty shorts rolled up to stop them dragging on scabby knee, which BTW has finally formed a scab and is not quite so wet and gooey, thanks for asking
Accessory: Dragstar pale denim bag. Just the right size
Check back later for an exciting outfit update. Yawn.
And I was getting bored of denim. Well, then I hit one of the local charity organisations and dug up what I consider to be quite a find, which I am now wearing to work…
Yippe yi yo it's denim culottes!
Top: Dragstar press studded snug bosom squeezing vest
Bottom: Yup, denim culottes. Even better they are vintage Australian made, never worn (til this moment), still with the tag, denim magic!
Accessory: Dragstar bag I was hoiking around this morning
Check out the label…
Ding dong Aywon calling
January 27, 2010
Has everyone recovered from feeling a rush of patriotism, jingoism and nationalism?
I know I have.
Killing in the name of Australia was quite an exhausting experience. I don’t know how soldiers do it.
Anyway, I celebrated Oi Oi Oi by going to Enmore Park with the family. My nieces got crafty with cupcakes, my nephews ran around re-enacting Star Wars.
Nieces bearing hand decorated cupcakes. Such talent
So now it’s back to work today after a few days away. This is what I’m wearing until then. I’ll put on some office gear in a couple of hours, and if I can be bothered I’ll update this here blog.
Shady shot of Taxi, Ugh and me
Top: Supre vest, all rucked up and nowhere to go
Bottom: Abercrombie & Finch cut offs sliding down my arse
Accessory 1: Denim shoulder bag
Accessory 2: Out of sight denim birkies
- Taxi admires me blurry and sweaty in red trim
And now I’m heading of to work in this ensemble…
Top: JeansWest shruggie vesty mini jacket. HOT!
Bottom: JJs cheap ‘n lightweight but still slimy
Accessory: Denim bag with red piping, tying outfit together seamlessly
January 23, 2010
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
And because it’s so hot I have a day in town planned. Galleries, museums, a movie, beer…
And last night I experienced a little dash of culture. I went to a Sydney Festival thingy (no, not karaoke) in the Great Hall at Sydney University called Fractured Again.
The most exciting part of Fractured Again was the bit done on a glass harmonica, which sounds almost like a theremin. Another part of the show was played on various sheets of glass. The largest sheet, about the size of a door, emitted incredible deep sonic gongs.
The show was a bit of a mixed media/installation/ sound/ light/ music fusion spectacular. In the Great Hall it was pretty special. My mind barely wandered and I hardly twitched in my seat so it must have been at a little mesmerising.
I’m all fired up for some kultcha now, so let’s go..
Watching Rage without sound, eating muesli
Top: Ivy chambre vest, aiming for the lightest weight denim today, fo’ sho’
Bottom: TopGirl dyed blue denim shorts. Hot in a bad way
Accessory: Dark denim cap with all the beer washed out of it after Schappylle’s beer bukake
January 12, 2010
My last day of freedom. Ever. Until my next bout of annual leave.
So what am I doing? Going to the beach? Enjoying the company of friends? Eating fine food and drinking fine wine? Going to the sales? Sleeping in? Getting a massage/ manicure/ pedicure/ facial?
None of the above.
I am cleaning up around the house, putting away the last of the Christmas lights and generally labouring my arse off. If all goes well I MIGHT go to the beach late this arvo, in which case I hope to look a little prettier than this…
Me, some denim and the lawn mower
Top: Jag work shirt, well that’s what I’ve made it
Bottom: Abercrombie and Finch denim cut-offs
Accessory: Painter’s cap (denim)
What am I gawking at you all wonder? This on Jessica’s sock…
Massive moth taking refuge on the laundry