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NO, NO. THIS ISN'T A PREVIEW OF MY WEDDING DRESS OR MY TAKE ON MADONNA'S WHITE TRASH WEDDING FIASCO. (A LOOK I TOTALLY THINK BILLY IDOL OWNED ALOT HARDER) IT'S MY NEW FAVORITE SUMMER DRESS I FOUND TODAY AT MY NUMERO UNO PLACE TO SHOP ALL THINGS VINTAGE. FIVE MINUTES, SEVENTY DOLLARS AND ONE PAIR OF SCISSORS LATER AND I WAS CONVINCED IT WAS LOOKING A LOT LESS BRIDAL AND A LOT MORE READY TO WEAR. THAT IS UNTIL I FOUND MYSELF STARING INQUISITIVELY AT MY SCORNED LACE AND DECIDED TO TRY IT ON AS A VEIL. (ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS YOU REALLY HOPE NO ONE POPS OVER UNEXPECTANTLY TO CATCH YOU STARING AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR WEARING A WEDDING DRESS WITH NO IMMEDIATE PLANS OF WEDLOCK... BECAUSE YOU LOOK CRAZY) AFTER LAUGHING AT MYSELF FOR BEING SUCH A WEIRDO I TOOK IT OFF AND THEN HAD ANOTHER LOOK WHICH IS WHEN I REALIZED I REALLY WAS CRAZY WHEN I STARTED TO THINK IT REALLY DIDN'T LOOK AS GOOD SANS VEIL. I FIGURED I COULD PASS IT OFF AS "EDITORIAL DRESSING" AS LONG AS I PROMISE TO LEAVE THE PARTY HAT AT HOME NEXT TIME TO AVOID LOOKING LIKE I'VE COMPLETELY LOST MY MARBLES.
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DIGITAL MAGAZINES. BLOGS N' BLACKBERRY'S. LONG GONE ARE THE DAYS OF LETTERS, REFER DEXES AND ASKING YOUR BEST FRIENDS FOR THEIR HOME NUMBERS. NOW IT'S ALL EMAILS, E-VITES, FRIEND REQUESTS, PIN REQUESTS AND INSTEAD OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS LANDLINE YOU'VE ENDED UP WITH THIER FACEBOOK PASSWORD. IT SEEMS THE WHOLE WORLDS GONE ONLINE AND I'M QUICKLY REALIZING YOUR EITHER ALL IN OR OUT OF TOUCH. I RELY SO HEAVILY ON MY BLACKBERRY THAT THE DAY THE WHEEL BROKE MY ENTIRE WORLD AS I KNEW IT FELL APART. I COULDN'T EMAIL ON THE GO, I COULDN'T INSTANT MESSAGE MY MUM AND DAD, I COULDN'T USE TAX PAYERS MONEY TO LOCATE MYSELF VIA SATELLITE ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD VIA BLACKBERRY GPS GOOGLE MAPS. I COULDN'T CHECK MY FACEBOOK IN TRANSIT AND I COULDN'T PLAY SOLITAIRE TWENTY TIMES A DAY. I COULDN'T EVEN GET THE WEATHER. WHICH MADE ME THINK THAT I TOO WAS A SLAVE TO ALL THINGS TECHNO, ALAS MY DAD'S BEEN TELLING ME LATELY (VIA INSTANT MESSENGER, HOLD THE EMOTIONS) THAT I AM NOT ACCESSIBLE ENOUGH. THIS KIND OF SURPRISED ME AS I THOUGHT THAT HAVING A BLOG ENTIRELY DEDICATED TO POSTING ONE'S THOUGHTS AND CROTCH SHOTS WAS FAIRLY "IN TOUCH". HE THEN SUGGESTED TWITTER. ("SAD FACE") ACTUALLY THAT I "JOINED HIM" ON TWITTER. ("REALLY SAD FACE") BY THIS POINT I WAS REALLY FEELING OUT OF TOUCH, UNCOOL AND EVEN THE FLASHING LIGHT ON MY BLACKBERRY SUDDENLY DIDN'T FEEL SO TECHNO SAVVY. EVEN THOUGH I REALLY DO BELIEVE TWITTER IS FOR OVER THIRTIES AND I REALLY DON'T WANT TO LET PEOPLE KNOW WHAT I ATE FOR BREAKFAST AND WHAT I'M GOING TO DO IN FIVE MINUTES- I DO WANT TO BE MORE "ACCESSIBLE" FOR Y'ALL SO I'M GOING TO PUT UP AN EMAIL ADDRESS SO YOU GUYS CAN GET TYPE HAPPY. IN THE MEAN TIME HERE'S AN INTERVIEW I DID FOR NEW E-MAG, GLOSSY. THE FIRST ONLINE MAGAZINE I'VE EVER READ OR FALLEN IN LOVE WITH. THE ONLY THING I HATE IS I CAN'T COLLECT THEM AND LEAVE THEM IN PILES AROUND THE HOUSE.
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IT’S NOT OFTEN I’LL WILLINGLY PASS OVER MY REMOTE BUT HERE I AM WEARING MY FAVORITE STRIPE BASSIKE DRESS AND MY NEW FAVORITE FUR, GUEST EDITOR AND PHOTOGRAPHER- PEPSI.
IT’S ALL WHITE PANTS AND SUNTANS HERE IN KOH SAMUI AND I’M TOTALLY DIGGIN’ IT- WHERE CLOTHING IS OPTIONAL, THE TANS ARE FREE AND SOMEHOW THE BRITISH ARE ALWAYS BURNT. I’VE BEEN SPENDING MY DAYS DRIFTING FROM THE VILLA TO THE BEACH ONLY TO BE SENT BACK HOME TUESDAY AFTERNOON FOR A 53 HOUR WORK COMMITMENT- THANKFULLY I AM CURRENTLY IN TRANSIT ON THE WAY BACK OVER.
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Op shops. What gives! The down lighting, the crammed racks, silky yardage print dresses falling off hangers, the weird smell and the fact that if you buy something you have to carry a plastic bag around with you for the rest of the day. (NOTE: plastic bags are not a good accessory on any occasion. Except maybe the supermarket) and then there’s ALWAYS "that girl" You know- the one with the poorly bleached crop and jeans so high waisted she may as well be nude. She's the best friend of the red haired girl who's wearing an oversized flannel and stockings skewered with holes. Oh and one of those hats, don’t forget the hat! Please, it makes the outfit. In any other situation I would not find these two girls irritating. But why are they ALWAYS standing right where you want to look? Honestly. For the most part it’s just too bloody hard. That is until, you find something amazing. Something you know you wouldn't find unless you made it yourself. Yesterday I found this unbelievable off white, washed silk shirt. Seven dollars later and I now take back every unsavory thing I've ever said about op shopping. Because It's fucking great.
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So I’ve got Balmain fever, but lets face it who doesn’t.
We all witnessed every single designer shamelessly rip it off at fashion week, Now even Sportsgirls ripping into it… Oh no whats next supre? ( I believe that once the trend is in there just drop it. Stop right then and there, Rip it off your body, throw it out, thow up and then move on, just stop. If they’ve got it – You shouldn’t) Anyway my point is I was in there and found shoulder pads. Of course I brought them, You should all do the same. Mass produced shoulder pads are in, yo! The packet promises me “all the right angles” For five dollars? Fuck it. I’m in. So here is the result….





















































