BRUTAL.

bad life decision?

2010-03-11T00:32:00.005+11:00

possibly? but it is too late now. as saturday is slowly approaching, i get more nervous about my decision to have a tattoo on my chesticle area. it is possibly very naive of me, and honestly highly deranged that due to my complete love of seeing written tattoos across the collar bone of male specimens that i came to the decision, that i myself must attain such a permanent mark.

as a result of such a decision, i will once again, become the height of disappointment in my mother's eyes who at the sight of such a thing will either instantly die, or come running at me with a sharp blade.

i do fear for my life, even at this ripe old age of 58, as i still reside within the family home and such a tattoo will possibly cause my soon to be arrival on the streets/homelessness.

if only i was 'macca' then clearly, whatever, i wouldn't care! chucked that in for ana/lauren's enjoyment.

nevertheless i still see this image on my mac, that sent me over the edge into complete convinced-ness, and it still brings a smile to my face. which makes me semi-content that i believe i have made the right life decision.

if i haven't. well then, i'm highly owned, but i guess i will deal with that at a later date when i continue to get horrified stares and/or looks of disgust at my place of work.

old conservative people can really be delightful. yes. the more you stare, the more i will consider stabbing and eating one of your children.

please note: i'm one step closer to my ultimate goal...

yep. just as we all prefer. or as i and my ~~faux~~ real boyfriend ana do; jail tatts. and just to add to all that glory. he is going rock. could i be in heaven? well no, i couldn't but i'm sure it's very close, to being very far. which is close enough.

(just loudly, he also reps rebel8 - fucking legend. such news as you should know ana, keeps my faith in humanity after it was so horrifically shaken after my discovery of a specific canberran pig wearing a rebel8 tshirt. almost forcing me to off myself. almost.)

sloth dick.

2010-03-10T23:39:00.004+11:00

i wish i could make this blog slightly attractive but i fail in the technological sense and therefore a new entry to stimulate the loins of my dear friend ana, will just have to be the same old lame.

however i've obviously decided to be pretty cool and throw my use of capital letters out the window. wow. dropping out of uni made me such a bad ass.

so recently i entered the term "sloth dick" into google (don't ask why, as even i don't know) and what emerged from the sheer delight of imagery heaven were the most epic of strange drawings that left me laughing. literally out loud. that's right. i was LOLLING. and so, due to receiving a txt msg from my friend ana about 5 minutes ago saying she came back to the abyss hell that is this blog, i decided to update it and now share with you all the magic that came from "sloth dick".

please note: that a majority of the imagery has barely anything if not nothing to do with sloths in the slightest. making these discoveries all the more epic. i honestly felt an overwhelming feeling of joy and satisfaction at my finds. oh the genius of google images.

AIN'T TOO PROUD TO BEG.

2009-10-30T10:51:00.002+11:00

I CANNOT FATHOM WHAT HAS PREVENTED ME FROM POSTING ABOUT THE TEMPTATIONS BEFORE?!!? BECAUSE AIN'T TOO PROUD TO BEG IS HANDS DOWN THE BEST SONG OF ALL TIME!!!

NOW ITS TIME FOR ME TO LEARN THESE DANCE MOVES OFF BY HEART AND I'LL BE SET FOR LIFE.

NB: THE MATCHING SUITS. EPIC.

ENTER SANDMAN

2009-10-30T01:58:00.002+11:00

I don't remember who posted this on facebook. But as soon as I saw the link I died laughing, it was a truly happy surprise. If you don't think this is great, then you have no heart. LOL. I'm kidding. For metallica fans everywhere. or general fans of LOLCATS.

You'll need to click on the image to enlarge it. Very much so, WORTH IT!

WHATS BETTER THAN DREW BARRYMORE, ALICE IN WONDERLAND AND CIGARETTES?

2009-10-23T08:14:00.001+11:00

NOTHING.

BOG DYLAN.

2009-09-06T16:41:00.005+10:00

I never thought I would bother to blog again, but after Ana, my friend and only reader of this blog mentioned it during our general car park coffee drinking/chain smoking gang, I thought I would surprise her with this blog post the next time she accidentally happens to fall onto the site. Just like that picture that kept coming back to haunt me every 5 minutes I checked facebook, which numerous profanity filled messages to Andrea telling her to delete it failed miserably; hopefully you stumbling onto this won't be as horrific an experience as that photo, but I am sure it's very close. Bog Dylan; Ana's favourite.

I will end on this good note:

Moses John Malone: "i

dont know whats worse, hitler murdering millions of jews or this photo"

I <3 MIKE GIANT.

2009-06-04T19:04:00.009+10:00

YES I could go on and on for approximately 59 years about how I wish I was this man, and if you don't know of Mike Giant, I'm telling you, you're missing out. He is the greatest artist of all time ever, ok, so I'm biased as I clearly LOVE his work but if you like bold, black and white lines and tattoo-esque imagery, then this man is for you, he also appropriately is a tattoo artist, which makes sense once you see his work...

Anyways I was just checking out the Rebel8 blog to realise that they had a new drop of goodies for me to oogle over and then get excited by the desperate feeling of need for their new tees.
So I mention Rebel8 because Mike Giant is behind all the prints, hence my intense love of it all.
Anyways on most days if you talk to me I will have 2 dollars on me and 5 cents in my bank account, but I was freshly paid and as per my usual behaviour, an impulse buy was necessary as soon as I spotted this A M A Z I N G tee.

Ok so if I wasn't such a povo I'd actually want this tattooed on me as I love day of the dead skulls and everything cholo related - which pretty much describes alot of what Giant draws - explaining why Mike Giant's work and I mesh so well. LOL
Anywho now I am waiting in sheer excitement/anticipation of that package to arrive and appropriately since I have sent myself into poor-dom once again, i'll be waiting out 2 weeks before I get paid again/can afford to live/go out in public, which works out well as I will probably get the tee in 2 weeks from the US - so at least on the upside, when I emerge from my hermit shell i'll at least be wearing something new...

I'M DA BEST MAYNE. I DEED IT.

2009-05-31T02:07:00.005+10:00

HE DEED IT.

STALKING CAT

2009-05-31T02:04:00.002+10:00

HILARIOUS.

HEADBANGING WHILE MAKING FIRE.

2009-05-25T02:54:00.008+10:00

There are no words for something as truly amazing as you are about to witness.
Ok I'm straight out lying but trust me this video - although it may seem tedious to watch two metal dudes headbang to absolutely no music whilst one every now and then tends to trying to start a fire... - it is freakin AMAZING. Look its seriously only longer than a mintue and if at the end you aren't in stitches as I was, then I apologise, I just made you lose a minute or more of your life and for that I'm not truly sorry because IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT.
\m/ (I know right I just did the most ultimate n00b thing possible. Keyboard character hard core symbol. Barfs welcome here).

On a completely unrelated side note. I am looking forward to uni assignments dying off in the ass, as I have so many DIY things I wanna do. Mostly clothing related. Ok for one. I have a pack of 500 silver studs... do you hear me?!?!! STUDS. And to this day I haven't studded ONE THING.

OH THE UTTER SHAME. And people remember be for loving MUTHAFUCKIN STUDS, I have really let down everyone... sorry to disappoint anyone that thought I'd be decked out head to toe in studs (so... by everyone/anyone I really just mean me) for the meantime I'll have to pretend my piercings are like my face has been studded, that should keep me satisfied for the time being...?

COMPLETELY UNRELATED TOPIC NO. 2:

Oh hellz yeah. thanks src783

Is it just me or is it quite satisfying to see a chick kickin a dude's ass. I'm not some male hater (or am I?) I just see the enjoyment of seeing a dude get pwned by a model, that and the images just look pure awesome.
How can you not smile after viewing these, haha, I promise I'm not sadistic, I just see the enjoyment in being some ass-kickin, hot model.
We all have dreams right? LOL

MO' MONEY MO' PROBLEMS.

2009-05-20T20:47:00.013+10:00

PFFT. That's a lie if ever I heard one, right now if I had more money I'd have no problems.
I'd have my roots done, fresh tattoos, a sick bike, killer clothing, a fresh packet of cigarettes.
I see no problems there. But truly I bring mo' up because I've recently been engulfed in the world of facial hair.
Now normally I am not a complainer of such a privilege/honour but this week - and I know why am I saying this but still cannot fathom saying it - I am moustachio-ed out.
Which should explain my lack of blog posts as I have been busy due to assignment doing for graphic design subjects.
This one, of which, I decided to do on the good ol' moustache.
Well really, I always had this idea to make a moustache hanger. SO.. since this assignment was our own choice, I decided to take the opportunity to take advantage of my idea and use it for uni, a perfect excuse to get things made and paid for without using my own money (thankyou parentals for paying for stuff to do with my "education")

Anyways I'm going to associate it with Movember for this assignment as, hey it gives it a purpose (as opposed to my generic love of all things facial hair - which I'm sure the average person just doesn't get).
Anyways I decided to create a giant moustache pillow also, as a promotional in store piece - which I now see I made ridiculously huge, so I guess it double as being a beanbag - minus the beans.

I'm quite happy to add these moustache things to my collection at the end of the assignment, as they all match the initial perspex necklace I made myself when my friend Andrea and I dabbled in the jewellery creation business under the label Lipstick and Bruises.

So really the point of this blog was to update whoever reads this aka. just my two friends Lauren and Ana, as to what I have been up to. Also during the writing of this blog, but mostly the uploading of photos, I realise just how much I love facial hair and looking at all the moustache goodies that I've had to make for myself (TANGENT: excuse me whats with that? hello single men if you ever see this hurry up and grow a moustache and ask me out so I don't have to make myself moustache goodness to enjoy!?!!) that there is never going to be a day that I don't enjoy facial hair.
I will end this blog now with some moustache inspiration for all. Yes. A combination of my two loves; fashion and facial hair.

WHY ARE CATS SO FUNNY?

2009-05-20T20:20:00.004+10:00

JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE.

MAGIC'S IN THE MAKEUP.

2009-05-09T00:51:00.004+10:00

I need no excuse to post this clip.
I will forever love this song, as I do the memories of watching and singing along to the Rock Steady Live dvd it came from.

Side note: I heard this version before the studio version. Let me just say this. LIVE IS ONE MILLION TIMES BETTER. Long live No Doubt.

I HAVE A SMALL PENIS.

2009-05-05T23:26:00.003+10:00

Which mind you should be a good thing as I am a girl. But it is actually a sad reflection on my lack of twitter posts that as I previously mentioned, is updated hardly ever. Looks like I will take the opportunity to post more though and watch my penis grow. LOL
Check the size of your e-penis based on your twitter posts here. And if you're a real perve you can check your friends sizes too.

I have a 5cm penis. How sad.

TWEET TWEET BIIITCH TWEET TWEET

2009-05-05T01:36:00.005+10:00

Need I say more. Just had a rofl over this actually catchy song about the twitter phenomenon I just don't seem to be getting into. Bit rich right when I actually have one - feel free to follow as it is updated irregularly. LOL - bit worrying really; seems I'm not gonna be a very good NMP student.

NO DOUBT IS BACK BITCHES.

2009-04-29T21:45:00.030+10:00

YEP. Its true people, Gwen Stefani after a hiatus of losing her mind, has returned to her roots and come back to No Doubt so they can record an album and please the human race, if not, then at least myself. And let me tell you I am MIGHTY DELIGHTED.

Needless to say I downloaded (yeah I'm dodgy like that) their new song Stand and Deliver which apparently is an Adam & the Ants cover, and I say apparently as I have never actually heard the original and as I type this am considering going to YouTube and bothering to look it up. I actually just might. I ACTUALLY just might. (Ok. I obvs did since I linked it)

So anyways don't waste time here, hurry, with quick haste listen to Stand and Deliver - the No Doubt version.
That's a myspace link btw, as Youtube is being a giant piece of shit and due to copyright issues you can't find a copy of their cover that is unaltered there, but if you smoke crack and can pretend this sounds normal, then by all means give it a go.

Oh and for the record I was lying when I said Gwen Stefani lost her mind. I love her and everything she does. Yes Gwen, if you ever read this, which of course I'm sure you will since really we should be like BFF/twins, then I love you. Please don't chuck a Sam Ronson and get a restraining order out on me. I promise I am harmless.

Sam and Lindsay in happier lezzer times; when Sam still looked like a girl.

Since I'm on the subject of music, I thought I'd also chuck this in.

No. It isnt just a bearded man for no reason - although I am one to enjoy a beard so if I ever do decide to chuck a random beard man/gnome in a post with no explanation, accept it for what it is. Pure magnificence - the man pictured is actually Mat Weddle and he does the most beautiful version of Hey Ya I've ever heard.

He reminds me of Dallas Green in the way that you don't expect them to sing how they do and once they do you're completely in love. Just me again? Whatevs, this has now given me the perfect excuse to shove a picture of Dallas Green here as his tattooed, bearded, nerdy self - another one of my great loves.

I know. I tried to stop at one but couldn't help myself. But really, why question it? Just enjoy.
Oh and enjoy these two Dallas Green/City and Colour songs. This guy is AMAZING live.

Yep. I've definitely just made myself re-fall in love with this man.

I WISH I WAS EATEN BY A BEAR.

2009-04-26T22:06:00.010+10:00

So it's almost the end of my uni holidays and I need to update this thing.
As a result of being really stuck for ideas this year - appropriately my FINAL year - when I desperately need to be filled to the brim with ideas and amazing design work. I find that I'm completely on the other end.
I'm swimming/lurking/dwelling in the ABYSS. So as a result I have been frequenting too many design blogs or blogs of vintage/random pictures in order to drain some inspiration from them which hopefully will result in me not epically failing this year, but the good thing is as a result I discovered this beauty.

The grizzly bear sleeping bag by Eiko Ishizawa.

I can't imagine anyone not enjoying the novelty of this. At least I know my friend Lauren will enjoy this as much as I did. I personally have never been camping but if I owned this I would find a way to go on camping trips all the time, that or maybe organise sleep overs with friends just to break this baby out. The detail of the face, even the inner gnarly teeth and pink lining, not to mention it perfectly zips up at the mouth is amazing, it makes it look so real, I mean at least at first glance. The death thing is, this isn't for sale ( I know right have a good ol' wah right here) it was just created for an exhibition.
But man, who doesn't wanna pretend they have been eaten by a bear and get to sleep inside its warm stomach all night?

HAR MAR SUPERSTAR VS. RON JEREMY

2009-04-17T01:06:00.001+10:00

Ron Jeremy causes me severe disgust however I mention him today as whilst being slightly under the influence of wine, a friend of mine was watching this videoclip. It blew my mind.
Instantly I thought Ron Jeremy sings? WTF. (Note: Ron Jeremy is an overtly hideous beast that somehow has made it in the porn industry despite his repulsive exterior) But I'm not that stupid. I could tell it wasn't him but indeed a close following doppelganger.

The fat nugget known as Ron Jeremy.

His equally hideous twin Har Mar Superstar.

I had previously heard of Har Mar Superstar but didn't know anything nor much care.
Now however I am a changed woman, DUI is a great song.
It's definitely something I can imagine dancing to non stop. Anyways you must watch this clip. Quite enjoyable. If not for the cameo appearance from Har Mar's butt crack at the end, then definitely for his belly hugging wife beater/flares ensemble matched with amazing dance moves and receding hairline. Delicious.

FLAMINGOS.

2009-04-12T18:37:00.012+10:00

YES. I finally got the Network Media Production first assignment done.
What is it on you ask?
Well my dears, FLAMINGOS of course. Clearly I am crazy enough to have one tattooed on myself that it was about time I actually did a piece of work on them.
It is actually meant to be an online exhibition, and my word was I quite delighted to look up about one MILLION images of flamingos.
It is true however, you do learn new things every day. I tell you I just knew I thought flamingos were beautiful and I thought there was just the standard pink feathered, long necked, long legged one.
Ok so they all do share a degree of pink colouring which I also learned was due to the carotene in their diet (aka. what is in carrots) maybe if I eat enough I could also turn a lovely shade of pink? Hmm...
But truly there are six different species of Flamingo. SIX. This means six tattoos I can get of the different species. LOL.
The one I have has cadillac fins attached to its bum, so I guess it's not a real Flamingo. Aka. SORRY MUM looks like I'm looking for more excuses to be ink covered! But back to the point. Six different species. Thing is once you look at the images you can see they vary, in colour, leg colour, beak colouring. It BLEW my mind to say the least.
Anyways without further a do, please enjoy or not enjoy looking at PINK PAGES of PINK FEATHERED FLAMINGOS.
OH and read all about the six species. So not only is it Pretty In Pink (vomit. lame pun) but its educational. How delightful.

http://flamingonmp.tumblr.com

Above. Is just ONE species of Flamingo. Can you imagine? JUST ONE. wow.

Oh and now with my all new knowledge thanks to my online exhibition I can confidently tell you that it is a Caribbean Flamingo. Uni made me smart.

BLACK IS THE NEW BLACK IS THE NEW BLACK IS THE NEW BLACK.

2009-03-30T01:21:00.012+11:00

IN SHORT. I have discovered I really like wearing the colour black.
Now I didn't start off like this. I feel I have just rediscovered black since getting my hair rebleached to as white as it will let me without going bald.
Is it a contrast thing? or more that I have ballooned to a whale that black gives me needed comfort?
Who knows. What I do know though is I seriously LOVE black everything at the moment.
Am I turning into a GOTH but I'm in denial?

Possibly.

On a side note. You know who is a hot goth? Nicholas Cage's son.

LOL. I know. But seriously can you imagine a right freak like Nicholas Cage creating this kid.
Ok you probably can. But this kid called Weston Coppola Cage is 18 years old. (I'm a predator - I like my men young. lolvoms).
But check out the arms on this guy. Hubba Hubba.

I can't sit here and justify why this guy is attractive to me. Keep in mind I like long hair.

Now back to the point.
Having an already studded face doesn't necessarily help me NOT look like a goth, I guess. Oh. And I do have a black cat. Is it a coincidence? or am I going to start practicing black magic in my spare time?
If only.

First someone will have to pry me from my laptop and from the numerous amounts of fashion blogs that are wrecking my life. Ok, really they are filling my life with great fashion inspiration but also showing me clothes I wish I could have but can't afford and they are created by normal girls that are ridiculously stylish and the degree of thin I could never be.

But what I am getting at is - they have helped inspire my new black clothing fetish.
I mean black can be very clean and plain I guess, but not when you're the designer Gareth Pugh.

I'd never seen much of this man's work but initially heard of him from my friend Andrea. We had a good old ROFL at first at how his last name would be pronounced 'poo'.
This may not be the actual case. But look. Andrea and I find farts and the mention of penis' and vaginas funny. So we are bound to laugh at 'pugh/poo'.
I have no words for his designs so let me visually stimulate you.

YEEEOOWWW.
I need me some of these shredded to shit jeans, fur oversized shoulder pad capes, PLATFORM buckle heels and geometric jackets.
Oh and my love of whack items doesn't end there.
Here I insert another designer love of mine - DANIEL PALILLO.
Now not only do I love black clothes recently. I've become a bit of a monotone george and prefer black, white and grey.
Boring it seems I know. But I just so wholeheartedly don't agree. These colours or lack there of, are just classic.
They match everything. You pretty much can't go wrong.

But what Daniel Palillo does is use just the right amount of colour.
His designs are usually black and white which suits me just fine and more importantly what makes his designs amazing is everything is OVERSIZED to the point where you can't believe people of a normal size can wear and pull off his look.

Appropriately for my whale self his designs would probably be a tight sausage skin on me, but regardless if I could get my filthy mits on his goods I would be in LITERAL heaven.

Let's not get started on his recent design collaboration to make accessories. I DEFINITELY MUST HAVE THIS.

long chain hand necklaces. ftw.

I am definitely gonna pass out now. I hope I have sent you all into black clothing overload. Let alone experienced the amount of pain I feel when realising I don't own these items.
Now you have had a slight glimpse of what it's like to be me everyday.
Not a pretty sight is it.

BLEACH BLACK

2009-03-28T19:46:00.006+11:00

Ah yes. Bleach Black is not only the name of my favourite fashion blog of the moment, it is also appropriate to my life today as I am FINALLY getting my regrowth done. Yes. My feral 5km of black regrowth will today succumb to being bleached for approximately 59 years in order for me to fulfil my need of having white blonde hair.

More appropriate is one of the girls Bleach Black has the whitest hair imaginable. And of course I clearly have made her my muse as now it is a definite must for me to have the whitest hair I can possibly achieve without my hair falling out. Good luck to me - really.

What the real purpose of sharing with you the Bleach Black blog was to voice my concern about how many fashion blogs there are.
I love fashion blogs. Sadly enough I can sit on the computer for hours just going through fashion blogs - all the pictures of clothes I could never have/all the clothing ensembles I could never pull off. Depressing really.
But my point is - how will I possibly ever catch up??? There are new blog posts all the time, and I'm just discovering these blogs but I want to look at all the past posts as well.
I feel overwhelmed by the amount of catching up I'll literally need to do to keep up.
Plus its not that you just follow the one blog. You might like one, that lists their favourites, then you go to those, then they link you to more of their favourites. In reality you just get linked to about 79 million sites you will never get to properly follow let alone actually bother to visit.

So in class we learnt bout blog lines or APIs - WOW over my head - but signing up for one more extra site to link the sites you follow, to get updates like rss feeds. I mean I have signed up to so many sites this week I can't even keep track let alone remember what half were - twitter, some google rss reader, bloglines.
My brain is literally wanting to explode but unfortunately my fat head won't let it and so here I am left in utter confusion. As my friend Ana said the other day, "I have glaucoma of the brain."
(Seriously click on the glaucoma link. I tell you. It's well worth it)

Chris Tucker: "you better have glaucoma"
Ciga-weed man: "i do."

If anyone can explain all of this stuff to me in very slow, simple english - then please do. As its just an overload of too much for me.
I mean what is so wrong with plain old bookmarking a site?

On a side note - just today I signed up for bloglovin' as all the fashion blogs I seem to visit ask you to follow them using that particular site.
I figured why not. I've signed up for this week that one more won't make a difference, I guess.
Also it seems v. easy for me to use. You just search up the title of a blog and it comes back with the search results then you press follow. EASY.

Urgh. What a boring ugly post. MORE PICTURES I TELL YOU.
I'm a pictures kind of gal.
I'll keep this in mind for my next post.

NATHAN FOLLOWILL. HUSBAND WORTHY MATERIAL.

2009-03-23T03:33:00.018+11:00

Whoops. I missed the post for last week. Am I gonna be in trouble?
Probably. But I promise i'll make up for it right now.
This past weekend being Saturday the 21st I went to see Kings of Leon with my bro in Sydney.
Not like "sick one bro" I mean my literal brother.
Now regardless if you love or hate Kings, there is a very good reason to love them.

ATTENTION FEMALES AND GAYS.

How can you have possibly looked past Nathan Followill?? Better known as the Kings of Leon's drummer.
So I am biased. I do love a man with long hair, stoner eyes and glasses. I mean better yet he used to have a full blown heavy BEARD.

I could just EXPLODE from the sheer excitement of it all.
So without further time wastage I present to you my husband.
BTW I DO NOT APOLOGISE AT ALL FOR POSTING COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF PHOTOS OF THIS MAN.

Ok. So the initial plan was I was meant to fling myself from my seats (urgh missed general admission) towards the stage and squash Nathan - I mean if I can't have him then why should anyone else get the privilege right?
Then I decided...PSYCHO. So instead I just stalked him backstage, cut off some of his luscious locks and sniff them regularly/sleep with them under my pillow.
LOLVOMS. Clearly I'm kidding. But jokes aside. Kings of Leon were v. good. So, I was too far to see Nathan properly with my own eyeballs but the zoomed in pictures on the display screens of his muscular tattooed arms/long hair and delicious chest covered by just a vest made the night all the more worth while.
Oh my. I may just pass out from reminiscing. W O W.

Clearly Nate giving the thumbs up to the winner blog entry.

VIVIENNE WESTWOOD.

2009-03-09T13:17:00.028+11:00

I love this haggard old punk. It's just a term of endearment - I promise. I truly do LOVE Vivienne Westwood.
Why? Let me explain visually.

Ok. I just laughed out loud. Look at her. How can I possibly write when I want to explode from excitement.
She is clearly a crazy old woman. She thankfully is in her own ad campaigns, she has unruly, english punk hair.
And most importantly she is a PUNK. An OLD PUNK.
I can only hope to suffer a early-life crisis at the age of 23 and magically wake up, decide to dye my hair bright orange, draw on my eyebrows and be an internationally known fashion designer. A bitch can dream.

Honestly though I know Vivienne Westwood MUST be the famous, older, white version of me because look at this creation of hers which truly at some stage in my life - hopefully when I'm 60 and can use my pension to purchase them - I WILL own.

I KNOW. These are my ultimate shoes. They are MF STUDDED. I know the height looks a bit elaborate.
But as is appropriate when they are designed by Vivienne Westwood.
You may remember that notorious picture of Naomi Campbell fallen over on the catwalk in those RIDICULOUSLY sized heels.

Yep. They were Vivienne Westwood heels.
[Notice how I subtly avoided addressing the crotch shot. I'm a very classy lady.]

Some of you may not know I started this blog because I had to for a Network Media Production class.
CLEARLY I am enjoying it, but I have somehow avoided talking about anything relevant to the class altogether.
This changes now as I go off on a tangent and explain my complete and utter love of the internet and fashion blogs.
If these didn't exist I don't know how I would have seen and been able to share these amazing vintage images of Vivienne Westwood in her PUNK PRIME.

The deal is Vivienne Westwood was as provocative THEN as she is NOW. God Bless Her.
Back in the 70s with her then-husband - Malcolm McLaren - she opened a boutique called SEX.
In which they would stock t-shirts with nude prints and general racey items that only a punk rocker couple would.

HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE HER.

Now in class we have currently been learning about blogs and blogging communities, their popularity etc.
Yes. I learnt there are a shit load. I never thought much about them and I don't know how as I find myself reading blogs all the time.
I mean some of the only sites I visit regularly are blogs despite not having "blog" in the web address they are quite obviously regularly updated celebrity blogs - I'm talking What Would Tyler Durden Do + Go Fug Yourself.

The point I'm trying to get at is blogs aren't as painfully nerdy and unneccessary as I initially thought.
Ok. When people are really serious and use it like an online diary [vomit] I must admit it makes me cringe. But thats just me.
But people can and DO make a living off this.
Don't believe me - think of that hideous gay Perez Hilton. He should be famous mind you - he is HILARIOUS and his paint skills are surpassable by none.
The thing is you can get a laugh and view info or see images you wouldn't get to otherwise.
I guess its the just luck of stumbling across a blog you like or find helpful. And then you can rip photos and info from them and make your own blog.
Like me. SUCKERS. No. Give credit where its due.
Thanks GOOGLE.

And of course this post would not be complete without a quote from the woman herself.

"I was the first person to have a punk rock hairstyle." - Vivienne Westwood.

I believe you Viv. I believe you. [Note the devil horns in her hair. God. I really do LOVE this woman]

METALLI-FUCKIN-CA

2009-03-06T14:28:00.013+11:00

Is it too much to ask that a girl be able to have a vintage Metallica tshirt stay intact?
It seems it IS.
My painful need for one has only increased as of today when I witnessed possibly the greatest image of all time.

Metal heads and Metallica shirts. Yes. Terry Richardson is my hero.
I wish I had the capability to candidly capture people and make them look amazing and drugged out.
Instead I'm one to take a digital camera out one night, forget to take more than 5 photos and then go through the next day and delete the 4 candid shots of me and my double chin.
But back to the serious issues. That being that I NEED a Metallica tshirt STAT.

Let me take you into my past. A life where I once owned, well still do own the tshirt of my dreams.
Only after a few months of ownage, seeing this immaculate piece of vintage goodness return to me from the washing machine as some bleached out piece of shit.
And I'm not talking the great love of acid wash. I'm talking spots where I look like I was devouring bleach as a snack and decided to dribble it randomly on the collar SLASH chest area of my shirt.

What can be seen of the shirt above on myself as a herpes whore, is the affected area in question.

And my constant search for a replacement via my favouritely OCD checked website Ebay, has ended in fake tears.
So I have resorted to creative thinking. LIES. sheer and utter desperation that I have decided my all new love of studs will save my shirt.
YES. I have decided to stud the shit out of the chest area and cover these acid drool marks.
AND in true fashion I could not mention such an epic winner of an idea without showing you what I mean by

MUTHAFUCKIN STUDS.

LINDSAY LOHAN IS A JUNKIE.

2009-03-06T03:26:00.011+11:00

Sorry. Just dreaming aloud. My friend Ana converted me to the Lohan.
I always had an innate hate of this warthog but my heart has done a 360 and now its true love.
Worthy of one of these. <3
If Lindsay just chucked a complete Amy Winehouse, I could safely say I could die a happy 23 year old.
I guess I can't not give her credit for trying. I mean she is halfway being anorexic-thin with huge titties to match. That and she is in a lesbian phase. God love this hair extensioned bitch.

She makes me want to enjoy a full days meal of a 6 pack of red bull and 3 packets of cigarettes.
Oh, and I just discovered Kanye West is dating this ho. Amber Rose.
I know. I don't think this bitch could have purchased a more tackier name if it were enclosed in a perfume bottle with butterflies all over it and created by Mariah Carey.

However is it possible to hate and love something at the same time? I mean its like Pete Wentz being a proud midgey all over again.
Good on her skank ass. Those red melted cellophane pants SLASH spray painted nail polish jeans are so tight I applaud her for avoiding camel toe.
And whilst on the subject of Kanye West and his featured accessories. What about this abomination he calls hair?

It's more of a toned down Lionel Richie, no?

But whatever look he was aiming for he clearly failed. I mean EPIC FAILED.
And I am appropriately using epic fail here, as I will prove with Urban Dictionary.

"Epic Fail - A mistake of such monumental proportions that it requires its own term in order to successfully point out the unfathomable shortcomings of an individual or group."

I'm sorry for those that love him.
I lie. I'm not. But believe me I'm one of you.
No. Its not even really music related. More that he loves himself so much I'm sure if Kanye could procreate with himself he would. And who doesn't enjoy a bit of asexual breeding every now and again?

AFTER GROG BLOG. THE FIRST.

2009-03-05T12:00:00.015+11:00

Yep. This is it. The first blog.
Already I am excited to share my recent discovery of this man...
Nicholas Kirkwood.
In short. This man is A M A Z I N G.

So I've never been a huge heels fan.
I mean I am to a certain extent but unless they are vintage or studded (another of my loves I will touch on soon enough) then its pretty basic right?
I mean pointed toe, round toe, a heel? Its been seen before. W R O N G.

I was owned when I saw this man's designs. Ok. So no doubt in my mind this dude must have been an ex-design student of some kind.
Maybe even an ex-architecture student. Well that is specifically the field my friend believes he is from.
And she would know, she was one. Needless to say she dropped out, came to study Graphic Design with me, and last year she graduated...and I'm still here. Need I say more?
Ok. Ok. Well this is my last year but I don't want to be a Graphic Designer. I've always wanted to get into Fashion. By get into, I mean study. And since witnessing designs such as these, there is no doubt in my mind that I MUST!

Spring/Summer 09
Autumn/Winter 08

Spring/Summer 08

I know right. They are just so structurally amazing.
As my friend Ana and I would sum up most things we love...

W O W.