August 31, 2010
I really need a back-pack like the one Frida has for classes. I'm thinking something with plent of pockets and plenty of compartments. Or should I be going for a satchel? Decisions, decisions.
I remember this day crystal clear in my head. I remember that it was one of the best days that I spent in France. Here is a journal excerpt from where this very photo was taken, dated May 22nd 2010;
"I'm writing this journal entry whilst sitting on a window sill that is just big enough for one person, breathing in the french air and gazing over several typique petit french gardens. The sun is setting over the city of Tours - the city in where i'm writing this from - despite it being a quarter past 10."It's weird reading back on everything, recently i've found myself in a little bit of a rut. I don't regret for one second not starting university this semester (many people have said that I would get bored and live without direction), however things have slowed down significantly and the dramas of life seem to have re-emerged (how come Perth is so dramatic all of the time?) I feel like I need something to distract me from all these petty things that usually wouldn't bother me as much as they seem to be doing. Tonight I had a very in-depth discussion with an old friend of mine who is still on exchange overseas about our experiences and these emotions that I am feeling. She convinced me not to even let these days be wasted- that despite being back home that they should still be seized. That everything that I had learned overseas shouldn't be lost. She convinced me to sign up for French classes as soon as possible, so that my French isn't lost. But not just my French, but that I shouldn't let all my mental gains be lost too. That I should get out of my bedroom every single day and discover the city, that I should treat everyday back here as though it was an adventure, like I used to when I was away. I'm going to start reading more, eating healthier, and save my money so that I can return to Europe as soon as possible. I seemed so much more motivated to do all these things in my journal entries, but I seem to have completed not a single one since returning. However, speaking to my good friend this evening has made me realise that everyday could be an adventure, you just have to make it one.
August 29, 2010
I bought this Junya Watanabe for Comme des Garçons bright gold sweater on Friday. I'm kinda in love with the color, it's definitly different to most of the stuff in my wardrobe. It was a fairly big on-the-spot buy from a pop up shop just next to my work. Oh, and on that note I got a new job at a Hunt Leather which a luxury leather goods store located on King St. It's such a great job to have, really laid back and easy. And when the shop isn't busy I pass the time trawling tfs!
August 27, 2010
August 26, 2010
August 24, 2010
August 23, 2010
I very much intended the overexposured-out-of-focus-blurry shot. It just looks like so totally indie don't you think? Well, no. Actually the entire roll of film looks this way, I must've loaded it in high lighting areas and thus overexposing the whole roll. That's the beauty of film after all. Luckily I have two other rolls that turned out perfectly fine, except for loading both of them wrong AGAIN. I'll have to read the instructions better this time, oops. Much more to come!
August 19, 2010
August 15, 2010
Sometimes we have to give other people more credit than we're giving them, perhaps a little bit more trust. Trust that they're not going to run at every single stupid thing that you do. And sometimes we have to give ourselves a little bit more credit than we're already giving; that perhaps the mistakes we're making are just human and normal. Insecurities are always going to be there, and there are two ways in which we can deal with them; we either let them get the best of us or we somehow manage to sort out the problems that we have. Without them, we're just inhuman. We all look at the next person as if their life is all put-together. They're gorgeous, intelligent and in what you consider the best relationship ever. However, nothings ever perfect. Their insecurities are just as stupid as yours, but they're still there. There isn't really any other way we can go about them. Just get up the next day and tell yourself that you're being stupid, and that that's just life. And then, only then, can you really ever get over them.
August 12, 2010
All my money recently has been going on food, alcohol and driving lessons. Eating out almost every single day, coupled with going out almost every single night has made a serious dent in my purse. I'm also supposed to be participating in Perth's annual City to Surf on the 29th of August (a 12km fun run/walk) that I am well under prepared for, and the copious amounts of alcohol and yummy asian food i've been consuming does not help the preparation at all!
"When I get sad, I stop being sad and be Awesome instead. True Story."How I met your mother is rather quite legendary.
August 11, 2010
source; stella mccartenay fw09 via antimonide
Yes, I know this campaign is kinda so totally last season, but it's been hanging on my wall since then and i've kinda always loved it. And, I've been a lazy blogger. Blame the influx of hipsters in Perth since i've returned that has completely turned me of blogging all together. Actually, not just blogging, but photography, literature, film, the way I dress and act etc. the list goes on. I completely forgot about the whole pretentious scene in Perth that you can't run away from, however I probably shouldn't even comment because I'm probably one of those pretentious hipsters too. And the cycle continues...
August 05, 2010
Yesterday, my best friend Viv and I spent one of our lazy days just bumming around in the city. We've both made goals to start converting to film a little bit more, despite it being so damn expensive to develop in Perth. I finished my 4th roll of holga 120mm film and she played around with her several new polaroids, in which one of them severely under-exposes and needs to be fixed! First of we went to our favourite little cafe called Tiger Tiger on Murray street and sipped on chai tea.
Afterwards we took advantage of the glorious Perth winter weather (the winters here, I find, are about as warm as the European summers) and sat outside the WA Art Gallery for a good 2 hours lying in the sun, taking snaps on our cool new film cameras and discussing plans for moving out (which WILL happen before we're 20!)