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I never promised you a rose garden

Saturday, 29 August 2009

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.
We grow partially. We are relative.
We are mature in one realm, childish in another.
The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”

- Anais Nin






















(from top: nick cave (the artist), pomidou centre, tina cassati, jethro cave, helmut lang singlet via ebay, photo by artist santiago sierra, josh goot dress, LED eyelashes by sooni park, lake eyre, gary bigeni top/dress, cells)




We're going round in circles

Thursday, 27 August 2009




Sorry about the crappy quality of the photos.
(From top: Bernhard Willhelm AW09-10, Osklen sneakers, Topshop sneaker heels)

I haven't felt the urge to buy sneakers for years but all of a sudden I want them. Not just regular ones but haphazard, colourful or ackward, verging on ugly ones. I recently bought a couple of Japanese fashion mags from the amazing Kanga Kanga (i love that place so much) and have been oogling over photos of girls wearing crazy sneakers. I'll try and scan some of the pages in over the weekend and share because the styling is too good to keep to myself.

I'm also loving Bernhard Willhelm's latest collection, the colours are just so right. I'm at a strange stage where most of my clothes are black/grey/navy/white but all I want to wear is blues, pastel pinks and mint. Well not 'all' but I want to at least inject some colour into my outfits. I'm feeling a trip to Camberwell market is in order asap.

Last night I felt all nostalgic so was watching Spice Girls video clips on Youtube and remembered how much I love the 'Say You'll Be There' clip. It's so bad it's good. And I really really want that blue car.

Marble movie skies

Thursday, 20 August 2009


I really love Opening Ceremony's take on the checkered shirt.

The imagination is always right










(from top: David Noonan, Henry Holland tights via mytights.com (just ordered them, yay!), David Noonan again, Dropsnap, more David Noonan, Tour de Force headpiece via Catwalk Genius, last David Noonan, Ld Tuttle boots via creaturesofcomfort)



Today in Melbourne the weather is confused, flickering between sunshine, rain, wind and grey skies. I'm leaning towards the raining, windy side of things today, stuck inside writing an essay about monsters. I'm actually feeling the need for a little monstrosity at the moment and David Noonan's images, one of my favourite artists, perfectly accompany this mood. He currently has an exhibition on at ACCA in Melbourne, I'm yet to see it but I can't wait to check it out. Also, I just ordered the Henry Holland alphabet tights and I am so so excited. I'm going to go buy some alphabet soup to celebrate.

I pursued nature to her hiding places

Tuesday, 18 August 2009


(image by artist Henrike Stahl)

They say there is no future for us

Thursday, 13 August 2009











(from top: quagga via google, materialbyproduct, still from Sadko (1953) via google, hel-looks, gail sorronda, akira isogawa, google, dropsnap, acne at creatures, google)

The Mudman





Kim Jones

He failed to look beyond the shadowy scope of time

Sunday, 9 August 2009

If you happen to be in Melbourne anytime soon check out the free Len Lye exhibition on at ACMI at Fed Square.






The momentary circumstance was too strong for him; he failed to look beyond the shadowy scope of time, and, living once for all eternity, to find the perfect future in the present.
- The Birthmark, Nathaniel Hawthorne





Last two photos shot by Howard Schatz from the Waterdance series.

I don't know how long

I was reading this post by Gaby on the Spokes 'n' Daggers blog and it really got me thinking. It was one of those sacred moments when vague, grey, disconnected feelings that have been floating around in the back of my mind for a while are suddenly illuminated by someone else and immediately it all makes sense. I love these moments, when unshaped, abstract feelings are able to take form, become a concrete thought in light of another's articulate musings.


I've always been drawn to what others might consider disturbing, frightening, even ugly. Even during early high school, despite low self-esteem that lended itself to conformity and a fear of being seen as 'different', I would collect images, objects and clothes that I found to be beautiful, going as far as hiding such things when my friends visited. I knew that most people my age would find old lady cardigans very uncool (this was way before 'vintage' and secondhand become acceptable). Not that I was some revolutionary fashion child genius, but I was just attracted to another kind of aesthetic to the teen uniform. There was no consistency in what I chose, no radical vision that I was following, just instinct.


Even now, almost a decade after I first began shopping for myself, I still find beauty in the unexpected, the imperfect, the unattractive. "Finding inspiration in the dark" as Gaby so cleverly describes. In my opinion, when one is involved in artistic creation (be that fashion, visual art, film or anything else) I feel it is always best to be open to all kinds of inspiration from every aspect of life, to just soak it all up, to never try and categorise ones interests. In the past I have bothered myself wondering how other people would place me as an artist (I'm in my final year of fine art at the moment), what 'genre' I would fit into, worrying that a certain work would not fit into this imagined genre. I've been taught to develop my own visual language, to refine my process, to understand how I work and what I like, to decide where I want to be placed in relation to other artists. While some of this is beneficial I just feel that it can also be damaging, that by continually worrying about consistency and where I fit something is lost, that the act of creating becomes too regimented and restricted.



So now I am refusing to be overwhelmed by a sense of obligation that my work must be cohesive. My aesthetic taste is always morphing and despite my best attempts to understand my personal 'vision' it is forever changing. I don't need to find logical connections to explain my 'journey' as an artist, or as a person. The evolution of my own visual language is still in motion, it will always be. I have strong, clear ideas of what I like in any given moment but I don't want to pin myself down, I want to remain open, aware, willing to transform, instinctive. To accept that some feelings will always be vague and disconnected.

There are plenty more fish in the sea

Thursday, 6 August 2009

So the Carin Wester jumper I ordered turned out to be all sold out, the website had a defect and so while my order went through the money was later refunded. Disappointed and still longing for some kind of jumper/cardigan with interesting detailling I ended up coming across this on the Opening Ceremony website:

And today it went on final sale! So now, fingers crossed that my order actually went through, it is mine. I can't wait until it arrives, I'll have to take some photos.

Check out the Opening Ceremony website here for more final reductions!

Dream DIYs

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

(Toga Skirt via Opening Ceremony Shop)

This skirt is amazing. The colour combination, the layering, the length. Unfortunatley a lack of funds means this will remain only a dream for me, however I'm thinking I could replicate the essence of the skirt with some kind of DIY. Although, I seem to have a never ending list of DIYs, most of which never get done. I just need to make a conscious effort to set aside time for the glorious process of making my own clothing, maybe starting this blog will help me do that, we'll see.

Some other dream items that I would love to try to DIY....




And while these aren't something I intend to DIY, they are the shoes I am wearing in my dreams....



(also via Opening Ceremony Shop)

 

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