The weather has warmed up recently, which is irritating. I love winter, I was getting excited with the cool weather and layering and all of a sudden I have to get used to wearing less again. Grr. Photos taken by Jana

First image: Mink Pink shirt, Vicious Threads skirt, Tempt Belt, Tights ?, Wittner Shoes.
Second image: Dangerfield dress, cmyk necklace from a stall at Uni, Dangerfield bag, Queen’s Wardrobe shoes, Alannah Hill flower, Diva ‘pearl’ necklace.

Images taken by Jana and edited by Me.
Coo Ca Choo Jacket, Quick Brown Fox Dress, Forever New Tights, Op Shop Socks, Wittner Shoes, Belt from Random store off Chapel St

The majority of my time revolves around University these days, this causes myself to act in strange, crazy ways my friend Jana would like me to post this warning to the public.

“This woman is lethal – She has an extremely destructive obsession for tights that I fear for her health. It is so extreme that I would not be surprised if her tights imploded on to her one day and her head transformed into a mass of them.”

Puh-lease, I’m not lethal. Also yes, I have a tights obsession, but there is nothing wrong with that, right?

Amusing myself during a Methods of Production class by having good old fun times on This Is Sand

First photo was taken by Jana.

Just some old photos that people suggested I add to this blog, gawd, I feel so vain right now. Ah btw, how le fantastique are my bows? That I spent a few hours making. Oh yes, just thought I’d add, quite casually, my 19 year dream (aka life long) of going to New York City is finally going to be realised, as yesterday I was accepted to study in New York State on exchange for next semester. When I read this e-mail I ran around screaming, collapsed and began to cry tears of joy.

I’ve only ever cried from joy on one other occassion in my life. Late 2008 when my Media teacher informed me that I was to recieve the print media award at School. I think the most recent moment kind of dwarfs the first one.

For me, this happened a year earlier though. I had been going to the same high school for 5 years but for year 12, my final year, for the good of my future career path I decided to go to a new school. This new school had a lot of talented, interesting and unique people. These people inspired the way I thought about style, art and music and I think I really found myself during that year. However, this transformation of mine began when I was 15, infact I probably wouldn’t have even changed schools if I didn’t begin to change when I was 15.

When I was 15 I had pretty average style. Actually, who am I kidding? My style was shocking, so was my music taste. I just listened to whatever was on Video Hits and I wore whatever was “trendy” at the time. So bad, prior to this point I had never been exposed to anything else. I was into design, in a very shallow, naive way. I started dabbling in webdesign which got me into Graphic Design at its most basic level when I was 13. Through a website called Matmice may I added, which sadly does not exist these days.

Anyway, one day, my friend showed me an image of a Man, a very unique looking man. This man was Julian Casablancas, at the beginning I was quite repulsed. My friend told me that he was part of The Strokes, to which I was like whateverrrr. I didn’t really care about this band and their “weird” music. Oh how narrow minded I was. My friend became quite obsessed with their new song at the time, Juicebox. I remember feeling frightened when I heard this song, frightened because I slightly enjoyed it. Especially its intro. I continued to silently and quietly enjoy Juicebox until I liked it so much that I decided to confess my love for this song to my friends. They laughed and proclaimed that they had succeeded into converting. I’m guessing converting me from my major loser status.

After I opened my mind to Juicebox I allowed myself be exposed to a wonderful world of good music. The Strokes were my first favourite band, I was pretty obsessed with them. I still remember August the 6th, 2006 as one of the most exciting/happy nights of my life. Seeing them live was such a thrill. As I looked up The Strokes on the internet I liked their interesting style and as I learned more and more about music and different bands I decided that I liked the attire they dressed themselves in too. I completely changed my look. Suddenly, all the clothes I owned disgusted me. I actually remember going to Myer one day with the intention of specifically buying the start of my new wardrobe. I still own some of those clothes today ^_^. Julian Casablancas’ lyrics made me think of so many things, I was always one to question everything but then I suddenly became more of aware of this. I was suddenly enlightened and it felt great.

Being exposed to all this gave me a much better appreciation of art too and I started to take design more seriously. Basically, I will always have a soft spot in my mind for this band because they were seriously the starting point for a lot of good things I’ve discovered since. So, although they will never know this, I shall forever be greatful to them. Oh and my friend for getting me into them ^_~ Thanks Rhea!

Damn, Julian, if only everyone looked that cool.

When surrounded by people who don’t share the same interest in me I face weird stares and stupid questions such as, “why are you wearing those shoes?” “oh mah gawd bro, that’s just weird” I’m sooooooo fucking sick of it. DO I, question their disgusting taste? No, I don’t. Of course if I tried to they would simply look at me and justify their style by referring to what most people wear. Little do they know or realise that in general the common public has no sense of style whatsoever, and has no authority to question my own. In fact, most people don’t even have style.

This probably doesn’t make sense, anyway. I showed one of these people an image of a recent Chanel Haute Couture look and this person referred to it as one of the ugliest things she has ever seen and she would not be caught dead in it. At said time, this person was wearing brown extremely short shorts, a common red tight top and a common black vest. Clearly has a keen interest in style…….. I sarcastically remarked that she had higher authority on fashion than Karl Lagerfeld, fashion genius and legend and she responded by kindly demanding that I shut up and going on to tell me how most fashion is just stupid.

Yes, everyone. Most fashion is stupid. Because, us fashion people aren’t particularly keen on the typical shit like thongs and boring t-shirts and shorts. WE ARE STUPID. It doesn’t matter that we’re actually being far more unique by being creative in our outfit choices and wearing whatever we want despite the crap we put up with. We’re stupid.

Is it just me? Or is humanity seriously fucked?

So, the topic of today’s rant is, people thinking they are like alternative/weird/generally fabulous because of the “weird dreams they had man” I’m so, so, so sick of people going on about how crazy and fucked up their dreams are and how much of a creative and fascinating person this makes them. Give. Me. A. Break! Having supposed “weird” dreams is not unique or fascinating at all, so stop rubbing it in my face fool! DREAMS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE WEIRD Hence why they are, ah, DREAMS. It’s a creation of your subconscious mind, anything goes, therefore, the chances are it’s going to be out of the ordinary and nothing like reality. In fact, in my opinion, dreams are far more strange when they are closer to reflecting reality.

Rant over. I spent about three hours cleaning up and organising my desk area today. So much crap that didn’t belong to me was lying around, anyway amongst all of said crap, I found a pile of stickers I had completely forgot about and decided to pimp my diary. I know it’s insanely tacky but I love it, I kind of like tacky stuff like that. Before the pimping my diary was just the regular black looking thing. Perhaps this will add more excitement to the year.

I shall be going to the Gold Coast tomorrow… mm it’s going to be fun trying to dress myself in humid weather. NOT. Whatever, I love Movie World.

*I don’t mean to imply that every single 14 year old is angsty and lame. It’s just a general statement, don’t take me too seriously. Please.

Anyway, I always go and look at the shoe section because I have an unnatural obsession with shoes. To my excitement, I noticed that the Moschino Cheap & Chic wedges have come out. Yes, yes, I actually got to hold these beautiful walking tools.

I was depressed when I looked at the price though, I mean, I knew they were going to be expensive… I didn’t realise just how expensive. Maybe, I’m naive. So, if anyone would like to donate to the HSPMCCW (Help Sophie Purchase Moschino Cheap & Chic Wedges) feel free to do so, the target is $1500 haha -___-

I shall leave you with a sketch I very quickly did at this lame place I’m stuck at a lot of the time that you don’t want to know about. It’s definitely not folio worthy material. ugh. Must get to that….

So being the “deep” thinker that I am, I began to think about what the world would be like without mobile phones, or rather what people were like before they were invented. Now, I should know such things, I was born in 1990… I don’t think 8-year-olds carried around blinged-out pink nokias back then. I only got my first phone when I was 14 so it hasn’t been that long, but you see my knowledge of what the world was like can only go so far as a child. I wasn’t thinking about stuff like that back then, I was concerning myself with what extra accessories my barbie doll could use.

Currently when I go through stages of being phone less I feel lost and disconnected with the world. Sad and pathetic, yet true. My phone has a calender with reminders of what I plan and such, it allows me to message people whenever I want to, wherever I am. So I was thinking, every time I make plans with someone, one of us usually ends up texting the other to find out where they are, how long they’ll be, etc. What did people do before mobile phones if they were running late for a meeting? Would you wait? how long would you wait for? What if something happened? When would you realise and leave? Or were people just a lot more punctual and efficient back then? Have mobile phones and our socially beneficial technology made us less efficient and lazier? Does it even matter? =/

Probably not. I guess it’s over thinkers like me that influence those crazy 6.30pm “news” segments. My bad.

My brain is like my own enemy, I think about EVERYTHING sooooo much and over analyse everything to the point where it freaks me out and I begin to physically shake and feel ill. I realise that it’s messed up but I really can’t help my thoughts, I can’t help that my mind always wants to wonder about and lead me down unexplainable paths.

So I must admit that I don’t know Paris Hilton personally so I’m not in the position to completely judge her. I guess when I say Paris Hilton, more like the general idea of her. The whole plastic, bimbo, airhead way of life. It’s terrible, but it just seems so simple and shallow, it’s like she can’t hurt herself because she or rather people in that generalisation just seem so oblivious. They rarely think about stuff that would freak them out, so they don’t get freaked out.

SIGH. Perhaps I’ll have something fashionable to post about another day. For now I shall post this and get embarrassed about it somewhere down the track.