Daul Kim

Bye Daul Kim.

She was always writing about loneliness on her blog.
Wonder why no one close picked up on her unhappiness?

R.I.P

teebeez

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Does denying that you didn't go through a teeny bopper stage prove that you were once a teeny bopper? I suppose the only way to find out is to try and spot your photo up on the Photoplus wall...

I have no recollections of (new verb! new verb!) 'teeny bopping' but going out with friends yesterday to specifically relive our TB days was a bunch of fun.
Sticker photos, bubble tea, gratuitous 'peace' posing, obligatory hair fluffing and dumplings certainly amounted to a whole lot of smiling (for me anyway). Sadly, we had no time for Duchess, crepes or asian magazine/dvd/cd stores. boo.

We also went ice skating. But that's not remotely teeny bopper. It was cool though. Literally. Everybody should go skating on 30 degree days more often.

School's not over yet btw. On one hand, I'm itching for it to just END, on the other, I want it to go on and on. But I know that when this year ends, I will bawl my eyes out. It's been the best year for me, school/social/life wise, and it's gone too quickly for me to properly appreciate. I'm scared about next year. I have a feeling it's going to suck. i'm so eloquent.

Your leather jacket lies in sticky pools of Cider Blackberry

A shipment of some rather hipster books I ordered arrived on my doorstep yesterday.
The first is Lesley Arfin's Dear Diary which, after reading a review about in either Russh Or Yen ages ago, I have been meaning to get my hands on. I don't enjoy Lesley's column for Russh immensely but I'm quite sure her life 'experience' as documented in this book should be interesting enough. Lesley lives in Brooklyn and this book was published by VICE. Dear Diary (with an introduction by Chloe Sevigny) succeeds in being the most hipster-y book on my bookshelf.



Tao Lin is probably of equal hipster-ness. After reading numerous reviews about his awkward writing style and brilliant existential contemplations (or as some see it; bullshit), I was intrigued. Eeeeee Eee Eeee has a thoroughly confuddling blurb:

"Confused yet intelligent animals attempt to interact with confused yet intelligent humans, resulting in the death of Elijah Wood, Salman Rushdie, and Wong Kar-Wai; the destruction of a Domino's Pizza delivery car in Orlando; and a vegan dinner at a sushi restaurant in Manhatten attended by a dolphin, a bear, a moose, an alien, three humans, and the President of the United States of America, who lectures on the arbitrary nature of consciousness, truth, and the universe before getting drunk and playing poker."



Perhaps not as hipstery as the other two, but I had to get Oscar Wilde's classic- The picture of Dorian Gray. Which, coincidentally is now a 'motion picture' starring that perpetually pouting dude from Narnia.

Now I'm just waiting for Alex Kapranos' (the lead singer of Franz Ferdinand) Sound Bites...

Guess who's back

My exams are officially over! No more cramming till 2am! No more non stop writing till near carpal tunnel syndrome!

On Saturday, when I was really meant to be studying, I headed out to the MTC sale in Southbank. It was a 30 something degree day, the tram took the a different route and I ended up walking around in a circle for a period of time. Basically, everything was looking shit because I didn't know my way around South Melbourne. Anyway, after the half hour of walking around in the searing heat, I found the stream of people flooding in and out of the warehouse.

On my way in, I passed a lady holding a large box of vintage hats. She looked extremely pleased with herself. I have a feeling she is going to sell those hats for 6x as much as how much she bought them for.

Oh yes, prices. The prices were AMAZING. About as low as you can get. All shoes were $2, and I think the most expensive item of clothing was $25. I went a little nuts, scrounging through a sea of brogues (both mens and womens) as well as the racks upon racks of costumes.

I think I came a little too late because there were none of the flamboyant costumes (read: crazy shit), I was hoping to score. Albeit, a flesh coloured neoprene vest with a giant zip that I contemplated buying. In the end, I dumped it back on the rack...I think it's something only SB can rock.

I did however, find this cute floral crown/headband/headpiece amongst a pile of clothes on the floor (yes, the sale was so crowded that people in the dressing room resorted to dumping their clothes in a heap right next to a rack). It was $2!





Random note. I found this camera in my brother's room after he moved out. It's, ahem, a little naughty. Cute on the outside though...




This artsmock I bought for $15. I ended up cutting off the collar, rolling up the sleeves and pinning it together with my safety pins. Speaking of safety pins, I've decided to deck out this smock with them. I'll probably be pinning a lot more to the top half of the dress.



These Charles Jourdan heels were $2! I'm not completely fluent in the language of shoe brands but I think Charles Jourdan is quite a historic/big shoe designer. I'm sure this Jordan should know...



These are the ugliest shoes I have seen in my life. Actually, they're not as ugly as some Marc Jacobs shockers......
These are the ugliest shoes that I own. I grabbed them because they vaguely reminded me of desert boots and I was really liking the studs on the side. Well, at $2 a pair, I suppose it's no biggie.

Words remain out of reach

4 exams down, 2 to go!
I've already posted the 'brb' notice but leaving the blog for extended periods of time (read: a week or so) makes me feel guilty/feel anxious/overload my phone with "to post" notes.

Anyway, I wanted to say that these desert boots have been on my mind since 1pm today. When I first saw them on Tavi I thought they were cute, but weren't that 'into' them... Okay, here's the part where you throw rotten tomatoes at me or back away slowly... When I saw them on a teacher today, a little spark went off in my head and suddenly all I wanted to do was sketch them (and ultimately rip them off his feet). They just made his outfit look so goddamn 'neat'! Somewhere between the admiration, the thought "dude! you are admiring a teacher's outfit. it is an ensemble of 3 quarter pants and an old man shirt. double you tee eff." zipped through my mind, but no sooner did that thought leave that this one entered- "but they're desert boots. and his black ankle socks are so unsporty and...and...shut the eff up logic, he's being cool/ fashioney without knowing it...so yeahh". Hrm, I believe this attraction is similar to liking 'so bad, they're good' movies.

Melbourne theatre company sale

I spotted this in the Herald Sun 2 weeks ago and have been meaning to post it ever since..

The Melbourne Theatre Company is relocating and having a massive sale!
Costumes, props, posters, backdrops, and furniture will all be on sale on the 14th of NOVEMBER at MTC, 120 Ferrars St, Southbank- 9am -3pm.

Really really really want to score something feathery and stupid. Preparation for muck up day. haha. Not really, I think I just feel like wearing something very dramatic.

Who says...I can't choose to be someone else completely?

I haven't written about fashion for a while. Sorry! I think you'll have to get used to this blog being a mish mash of fashion and my life.
No, I take that back. Not my life life, but random things like late night SBS.

I once again wound up watching a foreign movie from it's halfway mark on SBS2 last week. It was a Korean film and although at first I thought it was just another melodramatic love story, I sat there long enough to realise it was more. It is indeed a love story, but it also confronts Korea's obsession and dependence on cosmetic surgery. Unlike 200 Pounds of Beauty which is a more cliched (and very funny) take on this issue, this story is darker and incredibly painful. Not sad or painful in the way that I am 'bawl your eyes out' Sam is, but the type that leaves you feeling exactly what the characters are feeling. In this case, it was emptiness and hopelessness. I love movies that can make me feel like that.

I kept missing the title of the film when it went to commercial break on tv but thanks to my mind blowingly awesome googling skills, the single phrase of "korean film two lovers surgery change face " led me to the pot of gold.

WARNING: WHOLE PLOTLINE REVEALED BELOW. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE PLANNING TO WATCH THIS FILM. IF SO, STOP HERE AND GO RENT THE MOVIE- IT IS CALLED 'TIME' or 'SHI GAN' in Korean.

The film is called Time, and is about two lovers with a long term stable relationship. However, the girl, Sehie, senses that her partner Jiwoo is growing restless and tired of her. This makes here incredibly insecure and she winds up at a cosmetic surgery clinic. She is apparently already a very beautiful girl and the doctor tries to talk her out of getting the surgery but she says she is not chasing beauty, just anonymity- "Make my face unrecognizable".

She disappears for 5 months to heal her face and during that time, does not contact Jiwoo. He becomes increasingly worried about her whereabouts. One day he meets another girl and they instantly hit it off. What he doesn't know is that this new girl, who shares a strikingly similar name to Sehie, is in fact Sehie herself!
Jiwoo falls in love with 'Saehie' but it is apparent he can not let go of his feelings for Sehie. After some time she confesses to him that she got plastic surgery. He can not cope with this fact and ends up getting a complete face change from the same plastic surgeon as Sehie.

The surgeon divulges this information to Sehie and tells her in 5 months he will be completely unrecognisable. During those 5 months, she constantly searches for a guy that could be him, trouble is she can't tell just by looking at his face. Countless encounters with strangers and one sexual predator later, the story comes to a close with Sehie chasing the man (whose face is hidden) who saved her from the aformentioned rapist. She chases him all over town until he disappears around a corner and...BAM!*tire screeches, blood curdling screams, ambulance,*, I think you know what I mean.

She walks back into the surgery, obviously distressed from seeing the person (who possibly could have been Jiwoo) laying underneath a truck with blood everywhere, and asks for a complete face lift. She walks out of the place once again as a nobody. END MOVIE.

And that was when my insides crumbled. Seriously the most depressing ending anyone could ever ask for! That is why I love it. Becuase I FELT her pain. Ahhh such a good movie.



There are some rather silly/unbelievable parts in the movie, why couldn't Jiwoo just grow some balls and come to terms with her new face instead of having to get a new face too and putting her through so much pain? such as - is it possible to completely change a persons face to the extent of being unrecognizable to even their lover? (I don't know, maybe Korea has gifted surgeons)...but also how towards the end Sehie dates and sleeps with randoms in the hope that they are Jiwoo- couldn't she have just asked questions beforehand instead of holding their hand and sensing if it was the right size/shape/emits the same 'aura' that Jiwoo's did?

Not that I really minded in the end, because most asian movies often have that unrealistic characteristic of making their characters actions transcend logic/norms for their lover. Don't get me wrong, this movie is a lot more realistic than the "Oh, my love who I've never spoken to in my life, why don't you return my love? Oh what? You're moving into my house because our parents are long lost family friends and you're going to marry me after the course of 21 episodes because we shared a few romantic moments at the dinner table and I had a few completely perverted scenes where I 'accidentally' fell with my hands landing on your tits?" dramas and movies.

I loved this movie. You should watch it...If I haven't already spoiled the hell out of it for you. Sorry.

Tanjobi

On Sunday, I officially turned two to the power of four.
It feels the same I suppose. Except now I can go take a test to stick an L sign on my parents car. Oh and as my cousin made clear to me:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOSER!!!
You are now old and eligible for sex. (:
enjoy your day xx"

That text was definitely the highlight of my day.

Anyway, when I turn 21 or am finally accomplished or something along those lines, I will throw a birthday bash on a city rooftop complete with fairy lights. Or maybe a secluded courtyard party complete with fairy lights. Okay, maybe I just want fairy lights. Till then, I will continue to have old school roller skating parties.

Pocketto 8

Finally.



I don't think I ever posted about the shoot we did for this issue. Of course Aimee shot it and this time Hayley styled! Styling+pics turned out amazingly. This denim bikini top and shorts is by Natalie Bortolotto.

Complete shoot is in part 3 of this issue. pocketto issue 8

with what wit will we work with?

Lately I have:

met the wittiest person alive.

found out we are all a poor mans version of our friends- cynical but strangely true!

been reading the most poignant blog in the world.... And I'm not just saying that so that Camille will want to be BFFLs with me. http://cagematchplease.blogspot.com/ But Camille if you read this...I wanna let you know, I wouldn't mind being internet BFFLs.

been lusting after Jeffrey Campbell wedge booties. This is Alicia's fault.

watched a pigeon being pecked to death by crows.

picked up that said pigeon with garbage tongs and placed it in a bin. I would have buried it had I not been at school and without a trusty shovel. Not that I usually have a 'trusty shovel' in my pocket anyway.

made Aimee sacrifice her health for Pocketto.

discovered the secret to making any average sandwich taste like a Mcdonalds burger- just add mustard! Thank me later.