Currently reading:

"A: A Novel"
Andy Warhol

Currently Watching:

A Walk Into The Sea: Danny Williams and The Warhol Factory
Esther Robinson

Happy (actual) New Year

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much

Cause we hate what you do

And we hate your whole crew

So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you,fuck you very, very much

Cause your words don't translate

And it's getting quite late

So please don't stay in touch

I want to be where the people are

Happy (almost) New Year.

A Hard Day's Night.

And I've been working like a dog.

Its now

Or never, ever.

"This is what you should be doing...

So one day old women can sit around and read books about you.

Business men only go for women who are successful like this.

This is what you should be doing."

Painted Bird.

"Life as I know it now began for me when I met Plunket....

His arrival had an enormous effect on everybody. He really was quite something... He was very long and lean. He seemed to have no clothes of his own. He wore his mother's pyjama tops as shirts, generally in that colour known as old gold which usually comes - as they say in the trade we're know in - in shantung.

His trousers also came out of his mother's wardrobe. Beautifully cut and very sleek fitting, the zip was at the side and they were in weird and wonderful variations of purple, prune, crimson and putty. The trouble was that they came to a stop half-way down the calf of the leg so there was always a wide gap of white flesh between the tops of the Chelsea-type boots he wore and the end of the trouser leg.

...He lived in Chelsea; he had a house all the himself because his mother was convalescing in the country; he played jazz on the trumpet; was thought to take drugs; and boasted the wildest parties in London."

Quant by Quant,
Mary Quant.

I never knew you weren't invincible.

I miss you.

And then suddenly,

I got everything I wanted.

The still point of the turning world.

"He didnt understand how she had bewitched him, nor why having done so she promptly forgot his existence, and in desperate moods he asked his mirror why the only girl he was crazy about was the only girl not crazy about him..."

Once upon a time

There was a little girl who wanted to rule the world
and when she grew up she did

just like Coco Chanel.

Euphoria

When somebody loves you
It's no good unless he loves you all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you all the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
That's how it's got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
That's how deep it goes
If it's real when somebody needs you
It's no good unless he needs you all the way
Through the good and lean years
And for all those in between years, come what may
Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you all the way, all the way
When somebody needs you
It's no good unless he needs you all the way
Through the good and lean years
And for all those in between years, come what may
Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you all the way, all the way

Super inspiration Tuesday

Some kind of Wonderful

The things that happen in my head

are often unalike the things that occur in reality.

Yes I know I am going to hell in a leather jacket
At least I'll be in another world
While your pissing on my casket

Boredom and beauty.

Hair,

Hair,

Hair.

Love comes in spurts,

Oh yeah it hurts.

Ignorance is bliss.

I don't like you anymore
You've fallen for the faux again
Enticed me for a second time today
Only for me to realise the same

I don't like you anymore
You're cracked and your face changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let you repeat repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As it seeps on through the midnight corridors
Kindly keeping in your present
Retire to the setting hate

Drying in all familiar cast
Twitching as I fear it's far too late
Cause I don't like you anymore
I don't like you anymore
I don't like you anymore

You're cracked and your face changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let you repeat repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As it seeps on through the midnight corridors
And there's nothing but corners
There is no escape from these

Walked into your trap
And breathed your disease
We're nauseous as if in the seas
And you smirk as you think that you tease
But your pout puts us about
And your final line can't be described as fine
Will never be described as fine

Busy bee.

Two can be complete without the rest of the world.

Oh you know I said that just to get you to laugh?

Xxx

WARHOL MOVIE DOUBLE.

Johnny stop banging the drum

and let me sleep without dreaming.

Johnny bangs the drum.

I think I have a pair of rollerblades in my backyard.
Yeah blades, not skates.

Today at 11.11 am

I wished that life would start.

Finalllyyy

I don't see why the world cant be mine.

Juvenile success

Meoww.

What the hell do i do now?

I'm scared...
I'm going to sleep.

OMGGGG

SO FUCKING HAPPPPYYY :)

Bowie

Discography

Mark-it.

Love it, want it , need it.

Just what I need

although, he made my day.

It's so easy for me to forget

but I hate it so much until I do.

Where does all the money go?

http://shop.smiink.com.au/index.php?cPath=1_7

Dressmaking classes soon.

And my overlocker :)

My business manual.

" The classic Biba dolly...was very pretty and young. She had an upturned nose, rosy cheeks, and a skinny body with long asparagus legs and tiny feet. She was square shouldered and quite flat-chested. Her head was perched on a long, swanlike neck. Her face was a perfect oval her lids were heavy with long spiky lashes. She looked sweet but was as hard as nails. She did what she felt at the moment and hand no mum to influence her judgement.

As time went by my Biba girl became more dreamy and untouchable. Her long straight hair turned into a halo of golden ringlets, her cheeks hollowed by brown powder, her lips stained with sepia lipstick. The thin line of her brows framed her sparkly blue eyes. Once she had formed into a person it was easy to think up dresses and all the other things she might want to use. She was so young and fresh that all those Auntie colours that I had hated when I was young looked new on her. In the daylight the orchids, dusty blues, bilberries and mulberries looked quite in tune with her surroundings. Once she was inside Biba, the music thundered, the lighting was soft, and she became more mysterious.

It was extraordinary to see how people applied, often successfully, my dream image to themselves. I felt we gave them basics that they could interpret in their own way. I could sit in the shop for hours watching customers who had previously bought things and were now wearing them with a completely new slant."

Barbara Hulanicki, From A to Biba.

All news is good news

The sky's not the limit and your never going to guess what is.

So you think things move
pretty fast out here?
But just wait my dear,
till you look up there
Oh maybe someday you'll know.

Job interviews are fun.

BEST NEWS I'VE HEARD ALL FUCKING YEAR.

Living in a disco ball

This week, I am finally content with life.

Pin me up

Put me down.