Busy.

August 25th, 2011 § 1

I would have followed my dreams, if I had any. Wait there was that horse phase. I think that dream must have taken all  my verve and vitality. Also there were a bunch of unrealistic, faux dreams such as wishing to be a ‘rock star’, when a) I can’t sing and b) I can’t play an instrument and c) could never be fucked learning to do either*. I just wanted the sex and drugs portion. But seriously I so can’t be bothered, I would rather do nothing, I am innately lazy. I like to just sit. I actively work at not being busy. My technique is truly an art form and involves much genius avoidance of many things. If I hear one more person say something inane such as ‘I’m so busy’, or ‘I have no life’, or ‘I wish I wasn’t so important’, I shall punch them in the knob and retort ‘Here is my current dream, to own this lovely Alexander McQueen wrap bracelet’. 

*also d) I have no talent.

Must needs.

July 6th, 2011 § 4

A few lovely things that I have spotted in the sales.
I need some leopard print shoes and these Miu Miu iterations are TDF!

I am feeling the maxi vibe and this little Jill Sander number would be perfect for me. Don’t you think so?

I should point out that I have previously come a cropper whilst clad in a maxi skirt by becoming entangled within the copious amounts of fabric that are a necessary characteristic of a maxi. This of course, would be exacerbated by the teaming of the above shoes with said frock.

This gorgeous frock appeals to me because I  could portray an ethereal writer of pony books whilst wafting about thusly clad. Is it too reminiscent of lingerie? Also is that a bad thing?

I have a problem with pendant necklace type arrangements for reasons that are unclear, however this  looks like one that I could wear without feeling suburban.

Now this little, black frock (with navy accents, so it’s not really black) would be such a work-horse come summer. A must have piece, yes? And look, it’s Miu Miu! A theme emerges.

Finally I LOVE these Miu Miu boots and they are not on sale as in discount or otherwise as they are pre-order for the Northern hemispherical winter. Not much change from 1000 bucks I’m afraid.I shouldn’t have included them here but must needs be my next winter purchase. Dream on.

Killing Yourself to Live.

July 3rd, 2011 § 8

You work it out.

Killing Yourself to Live

Miss World

Pennyroyal Tea

Tunic

Mayhaps I should explain my dour mood. After months of really crap things happening in my little universe,  I am exhausted and somewhat deflated. As you get older, the chances of  bad things happening are increased given you have had more time in which these things can occur. The confounder of course is winter. It colors everything grey.

Helm.

June 26th, 2011 § 0

Courtesy of DC we were gifted with freebies for the Helmet gig.  At the last minute we were bequeathed another double pass but  dam if we could find two people who wanted to avail themselves of this opportunity. What the fuck? Free tix to see seminal 90′s band Helmet and peeps could not be bothered! Sigh and possibly groan, it’s Saturday night and it’s fucking free and it’s Helmet!  Jesus wept and more besides! Anyway fuck you all because Helmet were most excellent and they played my favorite song Unsung

Speaking of helms, I must declare my love for the HBO series Game of Thrones. It has everything; swords, horses, iron thrones, castles, battles, an evil yet beautiful queen, be-heading, backstabbing, awesome costumes that remind me of Rick Owens, pet wolves, ravens, dragons, knights, hot men…..I could go on! The Game of Thrones has me in it’s thrall. In the meantime as I await Season 2 I am reading the George RR Martin series  A Song of Ice and Fire which is the basis of the TV show. I am a third of the way through book 4 and have book 5 on pre-order. Turns out I like reading fantasy which came as quite a surprise as I was convinced this was not my thing given my penchant for hard SF. Generally I need FTL, space ships with minds and perhaps some mention of the singularity. Anyway let me finish with a further declaration of love this time for my Kindle. Kindle allows me to read 1000 page books whilst lying in bed without mishap! Seriously if you read plenty then get one, it’s most excellent and convenient.

The Middle.

June 19th, 2011 § 6

You don’t need me to tell you that it’s the middle of the year but you might need me to remind you that the days will be getting longer after the 21st/22nd of June. Hoo-fucking-ray! I hate winter and I despise the lack of daylight winter brings. So ugly. This time of year makes me feel so very meh about everything  and I find myself  in the doldrums completely uninspired to write anything, hence the lack of blog updates. Plus I am extremely lazy. No kidding, I have decreed my epitaph must read ‘I so can’t be bothered’. But I digress for this post is to be about nail polish! Yes that’s right biatches, nail polish!

Try not to focus on the hideousness that is my hand, I know it’s hard but just don’t. Instead look at that gorgeous colour on my nails. It’s called Bruised by Rescue Beauty Lounge. Is it not divine? A plummy, browny, winey creme. I also purchased Recherche and Iconoclast.

Returning to the original premise of this post, I wish that I could be a prolific blogger much like the most excellent blogger and jewellery designer Wendy Brandes. That ring on my unattractive paw is one her designs namely the Diana ring. I am thinking that I would like this one next Evelina. Seriously go read this woman’s beautifully written, witty blog and maybe buy some trinkets. BTW I now realise how fucking difficult it is to photograph nail polish and hands. Kudos to my favourite nail polish blogger All Lacquered Up (yes I have one, do not snigger) who always makes it look easy with her attractive hands. Of course I am reminded of one of my most loved Seinfeld moments, behold George Costanza hand model.

Horses.

May 22nd, 2011 § 2

I have never had an overwhelming desire to be anything vocationally. Unless of course you take into account the time I was a  horse-obsessed little girl with Olympic equestrienne aspirations. I also wanted to be a writer of books about girls and ponies. This was fueled by my extensive and voracious reading of the Jill books.  Inspired by Jill’s mother a writer of best-selling children’s books, I imagined myself in my light filled study, looking out at the orchard on my stately property, leisurely penning volumes about girls and their ponies and generally wafting about. In retrospect, it was quite a romantic yet extremely misguided idea for a  first generation Australian girl of  Macedonian origin. Never mind the point is I fucking loved those books and for that matter, any other books on the topic of ponies and horses. Given my fast growing penchant for reading, I soon began exploring beyond the genre and quickly realized that I would in fact never be a writer! Or an Olympic equestrienne, although I gave the horse-riding a red-hot go and practically all my money for the best part of 2 decades. Behold, a visual journey depicting me and my equines!









Jesus wept, was that really me? I do miss it.

A Slim Volume of Evocative Vignettes.

April 2nd, 2011 § 0

Forgive me ‘reader’, for I do believe that I have neglected this blog of late. I am in the throes of constructing an application for a postdoctoral fellowship. It is using up all my zest and vitality as I have to convince the funding body that although I haven’t as yet, I will in the future change some of the longstanding paradigms of science. Me and Einstein. Anyway I have been listening to this lately and I quite like it. The Sword

End Times.

April 2nd, 2011 § 6

There is a definite change a coming.  The seasons turn and melancholia descends as one of my dearest friends Reegan has left  for an overseas adventure of an indeterminate length. While I am of course happy for him to embark on this exciting, possibly life-changing,  jaunt, I am also indescribably sad that this amazing person will be missing from my daily life. How can I telegraph our life together since  we first met on a dance floor  and do justice to this golden friendship? Reegan is part of my family, who else will watch America’s Next Top Model with me and laugh uproariously? Who will do my hair? Who will cheer me up when I have a feeling of impending doom? I am stricken with loss.

But enough! Let me talk you through a pictorial story of Reegan. This is how he appeared to me in the early naughties.

And then in no particular order.

With K. Isn’t she gorgeous?





Farewell party.

Leaving on a jet-plane.

A little bit of glitter and sparkle has gone.

Academia sux.

March 9th, 2011 § 2

“Describe any additional information or career highlights which you feel are relevant to your CV. This may include, but is not limited to, any extraordinary contribution you may have made to science which has resulted in a major paradigm shift. This should not include or repeat any information supplied in any other part of the CV”.

Last year when I actually believed that I was a contender and hence cared rather a lot, the above statement caused me to raise my eyebrow. I was too stressed in my attempt to write the finest ever application, to absorb the full magnificence of this bold request. Fast forward one year coupled with failing in my bid to gain government funds for a post-doctoral fellowship and the realisation that more than 70% of applications are unsuccessful, I no longer give a fuck and subsequently find this statement absolutely fucking hilarious. I simply cannot take this seriously. I vacillate between thinking that some government dude has a sense of humour (entirely impossible) and the realisation that I am not the sort of person who shifts scientific paradigms. If this is the criterion for obtaining a fellowship then I am never going to get one. Which leads me to the question of why am I bothering to apply again? Unfortunately it comes with the territory. I so can’t be bothered. Really I am only interested in clothes, shoes and make-up. Sigh.

Post-birthday.

March 9th, 2011 § 2

This is the only photo that was snapped on my birthday. Shame  because I was really happy with my outfit and you can’t even see it here. All items bought online, on sale: Helmut Lang silk dress, D & G leather jacket,  and Sergio Rossi black boots (clever me). I  accessorized with Wendy Brandes OMG rings and Diana ring, Al and a vodka, lime and soda. In the back you can see the most excellent wood panelled hallway of J’s house, which can only be described as a mansion, and a JH Lynch print which I am rather covetous of since I collect these too and I don’t have that particular one. Anyway, the party was awesome clearly illustrated by the fact that it took me a full week to recover! Speaking of birthdays, I got some spectacular presents from my loved ones but I shan’t list them here because that sounds materialistic and all. I will however show you this fucking, fantastic piece constructed by and presented to moi by the most excellent and ridiculously talented A Darq. Behold! The details of my life are spot on.

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