Thursday, December 24, 2009

A Year in Review

10. I swear, the number of times I’ve had to calmly explained Twitter to someone!

She has straightened hair w/ blunt fringe, is wearing a tidy pale blue and coral camisole with indigo jeans, gladiator sandals + cardigan. She never listens to a thing I’m saying, not even my really sophisticated points about how the very best use it as an artform and you become attached to their serialised obsessions as themes evolve and layer on top each other. And sometimes people on there are so funny and smart that you become deeply miserable for days!

Instead she just keeps saying “Twitter, I don’t even understand what it is, WHAT EVEN IS TWITTER!!!!’ Also she is already so addicted to Facebook and she just doesn’t need an addiction in her life. If I’m lucky she’ll wittily point out how she finds it so annoying how everyone always uses their status updates to say stuff like ‘I just had a coffee’ or ''Having a piece of cake' (giving examples under pressure is hard!) and how it’s so boring and she srsly doesn’t care if some random has just had a coffee.

Approximately as boring continually giving oxygen to the fiction that this thing that everyone always seems to be fake-complaining about actually happens at all. Look I guess my problem with the ‘Just had a coffee’ school of twitter criticism is that it’s, as year 10 Saba-clad Sopho might say, a generalisation. Twitter is a mirror of the company you keep and your taste and aspirations, so if anyone is following people that are actually saying that, then they just don’t know anyone that volunteers at FBi Radio.

As such, here are some websites I like:, and

I find that it’s nice just to keep checking in? Delete a few duds, a few @'s. Wouldn't want my website to look too desperate if someone decides to have a browse.

[Prettttty prettty glad @replies are only visible to mutual followers. Most people understand the work that goes it to maintaining a friendship, but we wouldn’t want any of our special followers (@mariekehardy, @iamfauxpas @dailydoseofjess) to get turned off.]

In addition, I’ve noticed when hacking in to Nina’s Facebook that Status Updates generate like a milli replies. Facebook is such a captive audience of people who want you to like them, whereas everyone on Twitter is far too busy thinking of their next tweet to say anything but RT. (Did I miss the bit when everyone RT’d Facebook Status updates? Funnie!).

Having said that, Twitter has massively killed my urge to macro-blog. What could possibly sustain a whole long post when it’s probably not even good enough for one little cute tweet. It is sweet though, when you don’t feel like paying for a song, so you Google it and find it available for free for download on a music blog you can’t believe someone bothers to keep going? Thanks guy!


So ol’ well-groomed-camisole will never join Twitter and everyone on there is a bit like me. It’s that whole connectivity paradox from the beginning of internet analysis- we are more and more connected yet further and further apart. The Internet aids in the process of finding like minded souls to reinforce your existence, so those who are alike become increasingly alike and everyone else seems more strangers. Malcolm Gladwell or something, right!

Having a shared cultural consciousness is really nice and useful, but it also makes me confused about what’s really going on out there. I keep thinking everyone I know is so fashionable, and then I have to go to a hens night or a mother’s day brunch with my family and I realise that I can’t very well wear ecru coloured socks with heavy black wedges. The words ‘Ed Hardy t-shirt’ are such a Twitter touchstone and imply such a specific meaning, I had to approach my new friendship with a guy who wears them for real like he's basically Aboriginal.

And then it’s a bit creepy when our mutual cultural literacy extends to political insight: you know I never thought I’d say this but I actually really respect Malcolm Turnbull, how amaze is Leigh Sales/Annabel Crabb, Tehran: tsk!

However, one thing I took away from recent smash-hit 'Away We Go' is that there are unknowably infinite categories of AltBros. Maya Rudolph and John Krasinski- just a couple of loveable kooks! But then they spend the whole moie meeting people who reside in even cleverer suburbs and have even more suffocating ideas about life.

This year in Sydney and on the Internet, we saw a noticeable factional split between those who find cute stuff PRETTY CUTE!!!, those who find it cute I guess and those who are like: ‘Rainbow paddlepops, popcorn, cupcakes and diabetes, so’. (Another example would be the varying degrees of patience each faction would have with Away We Go).


So should you stick with your tribe or escape your tribe? (or find an even more specific tribe?)

I feel like it's important to remember that maybe it just doesn’t matter whether you first heard Duck Sauce on a Ministry of Sound compilation or if you kinda know A-Trak! No one is judging if your Breton stripe T was your boyfriends mum’s from the 80’s or if you got it from Cotton On Body! Not everyone can know every single person in this month’s Cleo!

And ultimately, when you’re feeling a bit depressed about how good looking everyone seems in their profile picture and how loudly everyone is talking about a show you’ve been torrenting for weeks, you should just watch the whole series of A DIFFERENT SHOW real quick!

[side note: Do you think the constant fear of feeling like any minute now you’re going to be extremely out of touch is a good sign or a bad sign? Does that fear constantly drive me to stay in touch, or will I eventually tire of that feeling and the constant striving and slowly retreat?]

8. Going out v. 'Staying In'

Tough one. Now I do love soft clothes but ever since I got an iPhone there’s no real reason to bolt in the front door and check my emails- I may as well stay out at PARRRRTaaaaaaaaYYYY. But sometimes I feel sad knowing that I definitely won't have any emails when I (eventually ha!) get home. I’ve even read that one from the Piano Room while talking to some gal about Twitter.

I feel like sometimes you go out and it’s really good- people are nice and you get all these new ideas about everything. But then sometimes you are being so socially sparkly and successful in the debut of your new phrase ‘cottage industry’ that you start to loathe yourself. In summary, I just wish I had more overseas friends so their Friday (hectic email day) would coincide with slow email day Saturday.

8. So I guess this is my personality now. Ok.

I have had lots of grown up moments relating to friendship this year. As difficult it is for someone with my very specific pH level of neediness to know that someone out there just doesn’t really like me that much, it feels calming to know that I feel the same way, and maybe we can both just get on with our lives. (Pip if you are reading this, I’m sorry and I miss you xoxoxox)

7. Linen

Still scratchy huh!

6. It’s weird, sometimes I can’t remember who does and doesn’t have an iPhone

For example, does Marc Hendrick have an iPhone? A Blackberry? Hard to say!

5. News & Current Affairs

Victoria Bushfires, NSW Government something lol, Lady Gaga, Tiger Woods, A Decade in Review.

4. Literature

Dear open letter writing method of saying something instead of just saying it, hasn't it been a big year for you. Love, soie.

3. Clambake

2. I think i'll do heaps jogging/ red wine/capsule wardrobe/ foster child in 2010.

1. Merriweather Post Pavilion

does it come any larger?

American plus size model and author of the this years memoir 'Hungry' Crystal Renn recently posed for a V Magazine editorial feature alongside 'normal' size model Jacquelyn Jablonks. The story, shot by Terry Richardson and styled by Mel Ottenberg, is a style piece about sexiness at any shape - clothes that suit all figures regardless of dress size - with the two wearing the same outfits and posing in the same way.

Images via V Magazine: see them all here

While I do think Jacquelyn looks great, Crystal looks SO DAMN HOT

My friends who are stylists have always told me clothes photograph better on a coat hanger physique, but if these photos are anything to go by, sex appeal has nothing to do with size and everything to do with style - here, Crystal looks super sassy and super sexy!

Love love love her! Also love love love the Danielle Scutt dress with the red Armani belt! Chrismakkuh present, perhaps?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Dear @clrfst

Tai's last interview via

I've had a lot of practice 'googling' the sudden deaths of celebrities this year, and is one of my favourite [morbid] resources.

PS. If we're going to save this blog from death, maybe we should bring back this post several times.

PPS. I am genuinely sad that Brittney Murphy died suddenly.

PPPS. I am in France at the moment and it was a very different experience seeing the Twitter trending topic explode in about 2 mins, rather then wake up to bad news when in Australia's timezone.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Unofficial True Blood Fan page - Some more look-alikes!!1

I feel that peripheral-vampire Pam looks a bit like Charlotte Dawson:

That some of the costumes look a bit like an American Appy stockroom:

And that Sookie and Tara's friendship looks A LOT like some other BBFF's we've seen over the years...

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sunday, July 26, 2009

too true!

a few of us have been watching 'true blood' and tonight at dinner sophie remarked "i can't figure out if the anna paquin character reminds me of someone"

we were all in agreement. something about her face makes you think of a milli people like posh spice, circa a few years ago...

but is it that or does anna paquin just kinda remind you of... anna paquin?

i got home, started watching an ep and there in all her gap-toothed glory i saw it! i hopped to google images land with a smirk... one JUDI DENCH please!

in other lookalike news.... NOT ! YEAH LIKE MAYBE IN OPPOSITES LAND! HUH HA HAH *
how is it that america gets two mega babes (not to mention mega ETHNIC babes) running the show?

* this joke is brought to you by the sarah silverman school of comedy.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

what to wear to work

First she announces that she finds dating really difficult (OH! relatable!), then she goes and does this

OH! Flapper meets Marry Poppins meets LEGS! And all beige! So Eadie Beale (if she showered), so beige, so now!

In other news, I just got home from the Phil Spector documentary The Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector and since I left the cinema I can't get this out of my head.

What a genius.

The film ends with the 2007 mistrial - previewing tonight at the festival was quite serendipitous timing on the Sydney Film Festival's part considering the timeliness of the trial now.

Thursday, May 28, 2009


90% of every set I play includes this song.
Is it just me, or is Estelle putting on an American accent?

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Happy Birthday Lunoes

Love from All of Us


HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


WE MISS YOU & LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

James Franco trashes someone's bedroom...

You can buy DVD mag Wholphin through McSweeny's online store.

Issue 8 is out now with Lauren Greenfield's amazing 'Kids and Money' (watch the trailer at her website), a surrealist film by Carlos D from Interpol, a film adaptation of a Patrick Marber story by Sam Taylor-Woods, and Dave Eggers' films of people trashing bedrooms:

The James Franco film goes for 4 mins, but the Maria Banford and Creed Bratton bedroom trashing videos run 10 mins long - excruciating but so captivating!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Aero: ---
Bubbly: What? What's with you?! Is everything ok?????
Aero: ---
I honestly don't even get what this is even really about.
Who do you think you are? I've never even heard of Aero, Whatro? Who? SRSLY. [storms off]

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Guest post: Emma reviews the experience of being on The Sartorialist

I remember when I was about 17 and looking through Australian Vogue that I experienced a momentous occasion. I turned to my favourite (now defunct) section of the magazine which featured a real person (probably from Surry Hills!) and their wardrobe. It was usually a babe sitting with her knees all curled up in her bay window, with her shiny hair and genius outfit.

The girl I remember most clearly was amazing. She had cropped soft pixie hair, and she was wearing a Vintage skirt as a dress! With a BELT! around her waist and slouchy boots! I had never set eyes on such an ensemble. I was inspired. I bought slouchy boots. I used to dream about her life – what she must do for a living, and that every night of her week must be so busy: eating dumplings in obscure and incredible restaurants, and so many parties! And that her floors would be white painted floorboards. And that she probably always moisturized her legs.

Years, and three separate magazine subscriptions later (Vogue Australia, Haha’s Bazaar, and i-D) I can’t even think of how many incredible images of outfits my eyes have absorbed, and how many women have unknowingly undergone my ruminative dissections of their lives and style. So now I am in a tricky situation. Previously my position as viewer of fashion images was to only participate by way of dreaming. But now I AM one of those images.

Last week I was getting a ‘quick coffee’ with my boyfriend (TOM!) and a friend when an American guy approached me to ask for a photo for his Blaug. I tentatively said yes, assuming that it was a small blog and that no one would see it. He said he liked my ‘funky’ jacket, his word choice seemed to confirm my suspicions of it being just a very little one. After the photo was done he said that I could look at it on the Sartorialist. Being a word that is hard to remember I wrote it down on a piece of paper so that I could look it up when I got homeONE HUNDRED COMMENTS WHAT!?!??!?

I seem to be the only person in Sydney who hasn’t heard of this blog, so I won’t bother describing it.

So the point now is this – how do I begin to dissect the situation I am in now? As someone who wasn’t Waiting For the Sartorialist, this could not be more of a surprising situation, and is, I’m sure, the closest thing to fame I will ever experience.

I haven’t received written commentary on myself since school reports and have NO idea on how to take it (I check it three times a day, have read every one, and have constantly been measuring myself by the number and weight of the comments I’ve received in comparison to other ‘Sarts’).

When I look at this image that has been caught by a camera and put in a global network of blog-readers (3 millollion people read it a month!) and where anonymous people comment on this tiny little version of myself they subsequently make this image of me, anonymous to me.

My image (well, that particular image) is no longer mine. My staple winter jacket is no longer mine. And what is also no longer mine is my (previously well exercised) ability to dreamily pour over images of women in great clothing; it feels broken to me now.

Although I’m no Giovanna Battaglia (stupidly well put-together Editor of L’Uomo Vogue), I don’t feel so separate from her because she’s only a scroll away. I loved the hierarchy and the aspiration that came with fashion, and now what do I have left to aspire to!? Besides the obvious answer of any of the hundreds of people who are a thousand times better dressed than me and who are also featured on The Sartorialist, I do feel like the aura is gone. That hypnotic fashion image has disintegrated for me! Because I was there! It just felt like a regular old afternoon, but it doesn’t look like one! The whole image looks luminous!

I read an article this afternoon that mentioned the 90’s Rave movement, and that it marked a turn for music fans where instead of staring at a band, audiences focused on themselves and on those like themselves. And without ecstasy there to liven the occasion, and keep the image compelling (as in Rave scenes) we have The Sartorialist’s keen eye for dazzling sunlight through the hair and/or people with fascinating looking lives and/or REALLY good looking people – all of them wearing sick clothes, components which, separately or together, make for an intoxicating image. And when reality looks so sensuous don’t we just end up dreaming about our own image, and images like ours?

It's as though getting dressed in the morning in anticipation of meeting, and being seen and interpreted by others, is validated by strangers publicly assessing the decisions you privately make. Imagine stepping out of your house and being greeted by a chorus of onlookers who approach you, and tug at your jacket and glide their fingers through your hair and talk to themselves about your outfit, without really listening to each other, reiterating the same points over and over.

[click to enlarge]

What my confused and wide eyed ‘who, me!?” approach towards this image could signify is a certain end of innocence. I am no longer a child living in my parent’s home on the North Shore dreaming of how I might assemble an interesting outfit (and life along with it), I am now an adult living in my parent’s house on the North Shore with outfits and a life that I am happy with.

This won’t mark the end of time spent looking at fashion magazines for me, but this event certainly has fragmented some of the fashion image. I think I would have written to the girl with the skirt-as-a-dress the same thing that young Chessa! wrote to me.
Maybe all this means is that instead of just looking on and dreaming, I have been pushed into the position of participant in a fast moving dialogue, soon to be archived under April 2009.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Tuesday Night of Nights

Last night was a big night for Television. Not only was it the worl premiere of Shaun Micallef's new quiz show Talkin 'bout Your Generation', but it was also Episode 2 of Season 5 of Australia’s Next Top Model.

I'd forgotten all about Talkin 'bout Your Cumbersome Title until I noticed @marcfennell, @triplejtvdoctor, & @danilic Tweeting 'bout Talkin 'bout Your Generation. If this were an article for the Sydney Morning Herald I guess I could just copy and paste their Tweets and call it a day. [Zing!] But this is a blog so instead I'll go on and on until the only person still reading is Roie. [zing :(]

I know it’s unfashionable to defend the institution of 'fair scoring' when it comes to this genre of wacky lon-linear game shows, but surely Generation X is alway going to win just by virtue of being born in the middle, and why is Tom Gleisner even there on Thank God You're Here?

And Gen Y doesn’t exactly have the retentive skills for a quiz format. I only know stuff after looking it up on Wikipedia, and then after the next time I look it up on Wikipedia because it just refuses to sink in.

The whole thing reminded me of that bit in 30 Rock when Kenneth develops his dream TV show, a cross between Deal or No Deal and Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, only for it to fail spectuacularly, as suitcases full of 1 million dollars in gold are kind of heaps heavy.

In this bizarro context, Shaun Micallef is akin to Simon Amstell on Never Mind The Buzzcocks- both are the best thing about the show. I have nothing nice to say about special quests George Negus or Ruby Rose so I won’t say anything at all.

As it turns out, Amanda Keller is really off-putting in a quiz setting. I've always thought she was funny, she probably always thought she was funny too, but her quiz-schtick is mainly just to blow raspberries at Shaun and make whip-smart comebacks like “oh shut up!!!!” and “oh stuff you!!!!!”. I feel like the tone of the show could sharply and suddenly change, and Amanda Keller would cry and scream at all of us. Oh and Arj Barker, Charlie Pickering and Josh Thomas. They were also people on this show.

Don't have anything nice to say about the graphics either but will say something anyway because Nina likes us to use this blog as a platform to 'talk fonts'. I can't quite get my head around this huge market surge for disgusting 70's bubble writing. The titles for this show look like inside of my year 7 folder.

I guess at the end of the days like this, I just don’t really care about quizzes. It feels like a lazy realisation of the potentially interesting concept of Generational Gaps. And as someone who rarely admits to being in a Law Revue, I know that when you can’t think of a sketch you simply co-opt any theme in to the game show format: Religious Figures of the Century!!! Arts Student Family Fued!!!1 John Howard v. Kim Beazley on the Einstein Factor lol!!!1

Later in the evening I went to my friend’s sister's house to exploit her Foxtel subscription and watch Australia's Next Top Model. Driving to watch crap TV feels like going to the supermarket specifically to buy dark chocolate. You hope the effort will circumvent the urge, and yet.

I usually only watch Models in 7 part increments on YouseTube, so last night had a nice sense of occasion. It was fun to be part of the strange little world that is Foxtel. There were these nonsensical little skits about Gossip Girl played between the shows, and lots of blue. There is a lot of blue on Foxtel.

AuNTM seems pretty good so far. My initial impressions are that Lola, though beautiful, looks old enough to be on America’s Next Top Model. And Adele looks enough like Alice to make this season seem relevant.

It's a pretty high-fash affair this year, they do photo shoots with thick eyebrows and everything. The girls even wear high-waisted denim and predominately Mink Pink.

Because being/having been in line for a media empire is in the selection criteria for the job, Sarah Murdoch has become the show's new host after the controversial exit of Jodhi Meares. [Jodi Gordon, generally appealing babe and girlfriend of Ryan Stokes is probably already waiting in the wings- at least that way it'll become 'Jodi Mail' yet again. Can't quite get used to the sound of 'Sarah Mail'. It's not a thing.]

Sarah is about a trillion times more natural and relaxed than Jodhi, but also realllllly boring and not as warm. Sorta miss Jodhi’s sxc necklines too. Sarah’s memorable outfits thus far include a navy singlet top with white anchors and a grey suit dress.

This week the Challenge was something about wearing krazie ice-cream coloured leotards. Pretty sure they were shooting a catalogue for the new American Apparel range. I found it particularly helpful that they distinguished Frankie, The Black Model, by dressing her in the only bronze leotard.

Then the models arrived at Cockatoo Island, gasping and cooing as though they were about to attend a boutique festival. In fact, they were there to take part in a totally high-fash photo shoot! You could tell it was high-fash because they wore voluminous skirts and pointed their elbows.

The central plot of this weeks' episode involved on of the models, Cassie, being just THE WEIRDEST. There’s already been quite a bit of press about her antics and each week shows her spiralling further out of control.

The girl clearly has serious issues and the executive producers of the show (Sarah Murdoch) clearly have no qualms about exposing them. But what's weird is the arbitrary line they seem to draw between what constitutes a trashy bogan and what makes a fine young woman. Not sure how Cassie differs from the girl named Mikarla, or Tahnee [whose job is listed as ‘school leaver’], or Madison, the Queenslander with a force field for a haircut. Only time will tell.

As I hope Cassie will prove (and Kate Moss and Nicole Trunfio before her), as long as you stop talking and conceal your teeth, you can always be high-fash. Besides which, fashion has the capacity to transcend class! I believe it was just the other day I saw a homeless man in Hyde park wearing Romance Was Born....

I missed this

Monday, May 4, 2009

I have been watching way too much 'Skins'. I (pretty much) cry at the end of every episode. And that Effy, oh man. SO BEAUTIFUL.

I kept thinking she was super famous, as her face looked quite familiar. However, her page pretty much said she's done jack.


Effy looks like the Rachel in Neighbours (the poor fatherless child living with Susan and Karl)!!!!1



Friday, May 1, 2009

When I'm not blogging you can usually find me taking clients out to lunch and buying investment properties.

I recently came across this beauty on my travels.

It features 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, an internal laundry, a southerly outlook, and a rocket and pear salad.

See you at the auction.

[Edit: Nina tells me this post was annoyingly cryptic - but if you click on the link, one of the photos listed for this clearly bogus apartment is actually the mixed greens salad

Friday, April 24, 2009

My least favourite 30 Rock guest-star got their email hacked. Apparently, according to Gawker, "breaking into the account was a simple matter of knowing Hayek's birthday — September 2 — and guessing at her security word (they claim it was the name of her best known movie role) to reset the account's password."

Check out the photos of the emails here. The look as boring as the Apple store's examples.

I guess this about sums it up.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

While at the old GeniASS bar...

At Apple they LOVE to show you how easy emailing is. Their efforts are actually AMAZING.

I'm guessing that the owner of this computer:

1. Is of Hawiian decent
2. Owns an ice cream business
3. Is planning a trip
4. Is into Modular Artwork.

The also DON't use Photo Booth.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Thursday, March 26, 2009

It is so pretty...

until this picture...

Courtney Love and her very ugly right hand shot by Heidi Slimane for Love