Number One Millionaire

Llama Del Rey

2012-02-10T13:20:00.003+11:00

Oh Hey 2012

2012-01-15T21:40:00.007+11:00

It's been a while. You're looking good, I'm looking good, we're both bitching about Canberra's 'summer' but secretly feeling a little glad that the doona is back on the bed at night.

I’ve two videos for you today my loves. They are two of my favourite songs of 2011 and represent some aspects of what I hope 2012 will be.

The first: Amanaemonesia by Chairlift.

A bit like this video clip, I’m going to do things differently this year. Lycra-onesies, octopus fingers, ethereal harmonies and the type of energy that can only be found dancing on what looks to be a giant tongue; this year I’m really taking life by the balls. Or living via my sensory system. Either way, it’s going to be wild.

The second: Savage Night at the Opera by Destroyer

I’m head over heels crazy about the man who pointed me in the direction of Destroyer’s album Kaputt after showing me this video clip. This song (as well as his charming self) is simply marvellous. It’s a song that makes me feel content, mellow and joyous. You know that it’s constantly moving in a good direction and that there are no unpleasant surprises coming in its structure or melody that could destabilise your happy journey. This year I’m letting myself feel content, safe and genuinely happy. This video clip is beautiful.

Happy 2012! I’m going to make an effort to be more present.

Xx

Bjork: Clearly some kind of wizard

2011-09-26T17:51:00.004+10:00

Wow. Bitch be crazy but clearly she is some kind of wizard. This is magical.

Way to rock Michel Gondry.

Everything, Everyone, Everywhere, Ends

2011-08-21T20:01:00.009+10:00

Has anyone else noticed the game people are playing on Facebook at the moment? Where someone posts a year on a friend's page and in response the friend fills their status with corresponding memories? I’m going to steal this concept, only instead of writing about specific years, this week I’m going to write about things that had a profound impact on me; the type of impact that can only occur during adolescence.

The first thing I want to share with you is the HBO series Six Feet Under.

Julia Millionaire introduced me to the series when I was in year 11. It made a huge impact on me then, and after watching the final season again this weekend, I can see why.

Six Feet Under is superbly scripted and shot. Each episode has at least one line that makes you sit and reflect on your own life. It sounds a little naff, but the series really is a celebration of life. From birth to death it reiterates the unbelievable fact that we have total control over our lives and consequentially our happiness.

"I’m just saying you only get one life. There’s no god, no rules, no judgments. Except for those you accept or create for yourself and once its over, its over. Dreamless sleep forever and ever. So why not be happy while your here?

Really. Why not?"

It’s so easy to forget how much choice we actually have over our happiness, and so easy to feel trapped or not act on what we’re really feeling due to fear. Six Feet Under reminds me of this, and accordingly hits me hard. Really hard.

"All we have is this moment, right here, right now. The future is just a fucking concept that we use to avoid being alive today.

So, be here now"

When I first watched Six Feet Under I had no idea what I wanted to be, what direction I wanted to go in, or who I was. I lived in a state of constant fear not believing myself to be good enough for anyone or anything, wondering when my friends and family would figure it out. This weekend while watching the final season again I realised that the way I’m living completely reflects what I want. I've somehow ended up in a job I adore, I’m honest and open about how I feel and I’m lucky enough to be surrounded by people I love. Lordy, how self-actualised.

Whether it’s because the television show is incredible, or whether it’s due to where I’m up to in my cycle, Six Feet Under really packed a punch this afternoon. A lot has changed since 2005 when its final episode aired, but my reaction to it certainly hasn’t. I’m not going to lie, I was a blubbering wreck.

Anyone else find it somewhat hilarious that Alan Ball went on to create True Blood?

Jens, love of my life

2011-08-13T12:18:00.003+10:00

Jens, light of my life, haunter of my dreams. It's been so long. So long. You moved from Sweden to Melbourne and I thought your presence in my life would be stronger. How long and cold the nights have been while I waited.

I started imagining what it would be like to be devoted to other men. Spencer Krug certainly filled part of the void you'd left in my heart. But then, in the depths of Canberra winter, when almost all hope was gone, you came back to me and warmed the cockles of this hardening heart.

Jens Lekman is releasing a new ep through Secretly Canadian titled "An Argument with Myself". It's due to be released in the US and UK on the 19th of September and you can pre-order it here.

The title track is great.

Jens Lekman - An Argument With Myself by DOJAGSC

Winter suddenly seems less harsh.

Xx

Fresh Prince

2011-08-10T13:30:00.005+10:00

Saturday night is going to be a doosy. I'm going to be all glamorous and shit at Lifeline Canberra's annual ball, and there's going to be a dirty big party at Transit Bar where Purple Sneakers are launching their new night "Fresh Prince". Who was at Transit Bar last Saturday for the most epic Strangeways of all time? That shit was crazy. Transit went mental and now the standard has been set, I'm sure this Saturday will be no different.

Fresh Prince is a band night, therefore different from the DJ fueled indie dance party we've come to expect from the Sneakers crew. Bands will play and their set will be judged based on how cute the boys in the band are. Oh, that's only me? Awkward.

This edition of Fresh Prince features Deep Sea Arcade and Fun Machine. It's on Saturday night and it's $15 on the door, unless you mention our blog and then it's only $10! Bargain!

For more information check out the Fresh Prince Launch Facebook link:

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=214054511973829

BANDS: Deep Sea Arcade, Fun Machine
DJs: M.I.T (SYD), Architect DJs, Princi, Celebrity Sex Tape.

SET TIMES:
8PM ........Celebrity Sex Tape
9.............Fun Machine LIVE
930.........Celebrity Sex Tape
10...........Deep Sea Arcade LIVE
1045.......M.I.T
12AM......Princi
1.............M.I.T
2.............Architect DJs
3.............Close

Deep Sea Arcade Songs
"Lonely In Your Arms"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpDma2d2FKY

"Don't Be Sorry"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urFiQ3m99N8

See you there hipsters.

Xx

Love is you

2011-07-30T21:20:00.002+10:00

Love is you, charming prince.

Oh yes, love is also you. But I can't be sure until you take off your shirt...

My heart is yours, wild beast.

Mmm, love is you.

Especially with horse.

No, love is YOU.

Love is nerd.

Yeah? Well, shut up...

2011-07-24T17:16:00.006+10:00

Freddo; you are mine

I ran a relapse prevention group on Tuesday using Freddo frogs. I gave each of the drug affected young people I work with a Freddo and made them sit it in front of them. We then went around the room telling our favourite story involving Freddo frogs. Which led on to our talk about what we enjoy most when eating Freddos, talk about how they taste, how delicious they are when they melt on your tongue, the difference between Freddos and other types of chocolate and generally how much we all just freaking love Freddos.

Then, every odd person in our group was allowed to eat the feet of their Freddo, stop, and tell everyone else how amazing it tasted. The purpose of the group (in case you hadn't reached it yet), is to discuss urges and cravings: what triggers us, what makes it worse and how much control we have when confronted with a substance we're trying to control. The young people ate their chocolate, most while simultaneously rolling their eyes when they figured out why we talked for an hour about how much we love Freddos, and I left the room feeling a little like a teen drug and alcohol treatment rock star.

Until one of my darlings walked into my office and...

"Jaimie, aren't you supposed to be vegan this week?"
"Yes you inspirational young person overcoming drug abuse, indeed I am."
'Then why do you have a Freddo frog wrapper in your bin?"

Yeah? Well shut up.

Beer; you are mine

Friday afternoon rolls around and so does that sacred time where you drink beer and debrief about the crazy week you've just had. I happily sitting in front of the fire sipping away at my pint when suddenly...

"Jaimie, aren't you supposed to be vegan this week?"
"Yeah, it's been generally pretty good. Not as hard as I thought it would be."
"Oh, you do realise that when filtering beer, brewers will often use animal products?"

Yeah? Well, shut up.

I ate you, fishy

On Friday evenings at happy hour at Tillies, Tom will usually orchestrate the purchase of some Salmon pate and fresh warm bread. It came out, was placed in front of an already fairly inebriated Jaimie which was followed with...

"Hahaha, Jaimie you're the worst vegan ever! I can't believe you just ate SALMON PATE!"

Yeah? Well, shut up.

Soy sauce; you are mine too

As the night progressed we moved on to one of my friendship groups favourite restaurants, Tu Do at O'Connor shops. I ordered fresh vegetarian spring rolls and a vegetable dish for Vanessa and I. The food came out and looked amazing, as always. We were about to hack into it when our recently un-veganed friend Tim questions....

"I assume you know that many brands of soy sauce have animal products in it. You checked with the waiter before ordering, right?"

Yeah? Well, shut up.

Mm, cocktails: you are mine!

A few hours and numerous vegan approved glasses of wine later, we found ourselves at Knightsbridge ordering cocktails. I found myself wondering if the spirits used in our drinks were animal product free, to which I replied...

"Jaimie, you've failed at being a vegan epically."

One of my friends joked that we should rename this week Vegan Failure week. But I don't think it's been a total failure. It's been very difficult, especially when drunk and then consequentially hungover the day after. It's made me think a lot more about what I put into my body, where it comes from and what that means for the environment. While I won't be remaining vegan, I've decided that I'm going to commit to ethical eating practices.

I'd also like to add that Vanessa was a much better vegan than I was.

Vegan Jaimie Reports: A Leek and Burghul Burger Story

2011-07-20T22:41:00.007+10:00

Hey everyone! My name's Jaimie and this week I'm a vegan. This is a picture of me that my best friend Vanessa drew. She's a vegan this week too. She's also an artist. Vegan's are like natures super heroes. If they were on the TV show Heroes, the character who had vegan super powers would be able to read minds. Animal minds. And they'd have a beard that collects wisdom.

Oh hey Vanessa! Good job peeling those potatoes! She made some really delicious sweet potato and normal potato chips. I hate peeling potatoes.

Tonight I made Vanessa and my super cool house mate Tom leek and burghul burgers. These are the leeks I used. Yum! Leek! If vegan's had a police force, they would use leeks as batons. They look scary, but if used to hit someone/something, it wouldn't really hurt.

This is the burghul I used. I'd never heard of burghul until Monday when Vanessa made a really amazing Red Pepper soup for dinner. I had to soak it for 10 minutes in water. I hate waiting.

This is a picture of one of my leek and burghul patties. In this light it kind of looks like a meat patty. This is not a meat patty.

My recipe for this burger included:

2x leeks, roughly chopped and sauteed until soft

1 cup of burghul, soaked in 1 and a half cup of water for 10 minutes

red onion

some curry powder

Tabasco sauce

chili flakes

lemon juice

plain flour

I can't tell you how much of the above stuff went into it, because I cook with my heart and judge the quantities with my soul. I served the burgers with multi-grain toast, organic tomato, rocket and spicy red sauce. I was so excited when they were finished that I forgot to take a picture. I needed to show you guys though, so I created a non-bread burger version of my meal.

That J you can see stands for Jaimie. Master Jaimie.

This week rocks.

Jaimie and Vanessa: Spotlight on VEGAN CHALLENGE

2011-07-17T20:47:00.004+10:00

Vanessa: Some call us crazy. Some call us...

Katherine: Some call you fucking idiots

Jaimie: Katherine! You're not a millionaire, get outa here

Vanessa: But that's beside the point, we're here to talk to you about our Vegan Challenge week!

Jaimie: Yeah! Challenge!

Jaimie: Hey Ness, if we're going to be vegan for awhile, will we be like the Vegan Vixens?

The Vegan Vixens: a group of babes who use their bodies to coerce guys to become vegans AND stop dog fighting

Vanessa: Well clearly yes. Doesn't everyone turn into a babe when they go vegan?

Jaimie: Well actually, I have a secret confession to make...

Vanessa: What?

Jaimie: I have a crush on at least 5 vegan hipster babes

Vanessa: Who?! Can you even name 5 people who are vegans?

Jaimie: .....

Vanessa: Ha!

Jaimie: Well I imagine them to be babes, okay? Long hair, beard, over developed sense of righteousness...

Vanessa: Anyway, how are we actually going to do this?

Jaimie: Drink soy milk and shit?

Vanessa: Ugh

Jaimie: Okay, so for one week we're going to be inspired by vegan food blogs and all things healthy and environmentally sound. Maybe we'll go for two?!

Vanessa: ... Let's see how one goes

Jaimie: But we'll blog about it?

Vanessa: Of course!

Jaimie: We're going to need a lot of help

Vanessa: Mm, we'd be super grateful if people could send us their favourite vegan recipes and vegan food blogs!

Jaimie: Yes! Challenge commenced!!!! Let the soy be plentiful!

Canberra punks

2011-07-13T21:22:00.006+10:00

Today I was alerted to the best Facebook group EVER, by the one and only Useless Lines. I may be overstating this, but it is pretty great. Canberra Punk & Beyond is dedicated to the Canberra underground scene from 1977 - 1992. Essentially it's a collection of photos of the people and places, who for their moment in time were Canberra.

These are just some of my favourite photos, but you should check out the Facebook group where there are many more and find out how rad Canberra really was.

Mad Crush Monday: A Lesson

2011-07-04T21:40:00.015+10:00

I'm sick at the moment. I know what you're thinking, "Whinge some more Jaimie! You didn't do enough in your last post". But hold up! Give a lady a chance, I'm setting the scene.

So as I was saying, I'm sick at the moment. This means I feel entitled to read love stories, eat trash and watch A LOT of television all in the name of illness eradication. This round of highly reputable, Jaimie specific treatment has raised my attention to TWO mad crushes and ONE MAJOR GRIPE!!!!

Let's start with this week's man (heh, men) of my dreams:

1) Theodore Laurence the III (aka, Laurie, Teddy and 'my boy') from the book Little Women, which I am currently re-reading in accordance with my treatment plan; section 1) read love stories.

Oh Laurie, fire of my loins! Now, to be honest, I didn't imagine you quite like Christian Bale, but dear God young man! You'll do!

Let me list the things I love about you Theodore;

You are a gentlemanly rogue (Vanessa and I have spoken about our love for this type before), only you're more of a gentleman than a rogue, but enough of a rogue to be hella attractive

Laurie my darling, you know how to flirt! You send flowers and chocolates and dresses, you take your lovers on long walks and make comments like "It won't do you a bit of good, Jo. My eye is on you; so watch what you do, or I'll come and bring you home". Oh swoon! A man who takes charge and knows what he wants

You are charming; both with words and looks

You are a man of means; myself and our beautiful offspring will be very comfortable in your gigantic estate

You are a genuinely nice chap; a handsome, college educated man with morals?! Oh I rest my case, aren't you in love with him now too?

2) Josh Lyman from the West Wing (a show which incidentally has magical healing properties)

Best photo ever?

I found a direct correlation with feelings of happiness and the theme music to the West Wing when recovering from my surgery a few months ago. What did this lead to? Me watching six and a half seasons of the West Wing since mid April. Do the math people. I'm amazed I don't have bed sores.

Josh Lyman is no Sam Seaborn. But my goodness he has true grit. Let's explore:

Starting with the basics; Josh Lyman isn't afraid to stand up and fight for what he believes in. This will usually involve yelling. I like my men to be loud

He has a smile what makes you question whether he's feeling warm towards you, or simply making fun of you for not possessing his amazing political mind. Teasing can be an endearing version of foreplay

He knows politics; for someone like me who pretends to be watching Q & A, when they are actually dreaming about fictitious dream boats, this quality is very attractive

He has a receding hair line; "what?!" I see you all gasp. I've discovered I seem to have matured from boys in black skinny jeans to men with receding hair lines. It has been speculated that baldness is an evolutionary event that signifies maturity and conveys greater authority on affected men. And heaven forbid if my man has better hair than I do. Seeing as how I'm all mature and shit now, it makes sense that I'd be more attracted to authoritative men, then mopey boys in testicle crushing jeans

So, time for my serious gripes:

1) Laurie is in love with Jo March for AGES and when he finally confesses his undying love Jo tells him that she only loves him as a friend. Well, based on the above argument Jo is clearly insane, but does Laurie shake it off and find another well deserving lass? NO! HE MARRIES HER SISTER!!!!!!!! God damn it!!!!!!

2) Now, keeping in mind that I'm only midway through season six: we've established that Josh Lyman is a go getter and a very suitable candidate as a number 1 love interest. Donna Moss has been in love with Josh since season 1 and Josh CLEARLY has had feelings for her for sometime. Hello, flying to Germany after the whole Gaza Strip business!?! WHY HAVEN'T YOU TOLD HER YOU LOVE HER YET? It's driving me CRAZY! I start each episode this season with "Okay West Wing, Donna and Josh are going to get together this episode, bring it!", and then no. They never do! And I'm left going, "Okay, one more episode because Donna and Josh are going to get together THIS episode". See?!?! Crazy!!!!!!

So my gripe is this: Mad Crush Monday's of past and future; for the love of all things good and proper, be assertive.

You stop being hot when you become a pussy.

Xx

Playing dress ups

2011-07-03T16:14:00.004+10:00

Loving this blog right now Dress, Memory by Lorelai Vashti. A freelance writer and editor living in Melbourne, Lorelai started this project as a way to record her favourite dresses and the memories associated with them.

Photography by Lee Sandwith

She writes so elegantly and honestly about her life, the experiences and the often painful memories that accompany these dresses and these moments in time. People often tell you their incredibly personal stories on the internet and sometimes there is nothing worse, nothing more excruciating than reading about the life of someone you care nothing about. But sometimes, when executed correctly and in such a simple and beautifully written narrative there is nothing better. Personal stories become universal stories and a connection is made. This blog has such a simple idea, but I really dig it.

Anyway, enough. Go read it for yourself and see if you agree or disagree with me.

A New Year

2011-06-26T21:14:00.009+10:00

I've just turned 25. Screw new year resolutions and celebrations, I'm all about personal new years and life anniversaries. In my opinion, people aren't good at celebrating birthdays. We give presents, usually eat food and that's about it (not that I'm against these things). It's my belief that birthdays should be a time to reflect on what you've experienced, what you've achieved and what you've failed; what's gone into making the version of yourself you are on this particular day.

When I was a teenager each year on my birthday I would write a letter to my future self. The letters were usually filled with dreams, desires to be with whomever the cute boy I had a crush on at that time was, and hopes that on my birthday next year I would be a happier more confident version of myself. I guess some things never change.

I've had a big year. I wrote a thesis, I painfully fell out of love, I changed jobs, I moved home, I had surgery, I experienced confusion like I never had before, I learnt how to keep secrets, and I missed my ex-boyfriends. A lot. It's generally been pretty rough.

I had a wonderful talk to my grandmother tonight. We mused on potential life choices and the end of my recent relationship. She wisely reminded me that things happen for a reason, and that life is good provided you're able to find joy in what you're doing. She described wild tales of her debaucherous youth and her tendency to run from cute boys when they started to get serious. After her stories she set me straight, she said, "Jaimie, you'll find the right one and you'll stop running. You will just know and it will be everything you've ever wanted and never realised". She's been married to my grandfather for 54 years.

I guess you could say I'm pretty lost at the moment, though her kind words reminded me that as long as I'm enjoying what I can about my situation and where I'm at with life, I am still able to grow.

I fucked a lot of things up this year. But all my fuck ups, all my confusion, all my fear and all my joy has lead me to be who I am now and that's kind of worth celebrating.

So yeah, birthday's are kind of a big deal to me. I really hope they are to you too. If they're not, do me a favour and reflect on why you are awesome and what lead you to be as awesome as you are. Because you are amazing. Even if it's only because you've read to the end of this post.

Xx

Why you so hot?

2011-06-21T15:53:00.007+10:00

Current babes in my life:

Why hello, Cardinal Borgia.

The Borgias is a weird show, I think I like it, but I think that is only because of this babe. Seriously, he is ridiculous.

Jon Snow from Game of Thrones. So broody and furrowed of brow. I love my babes to be always concerned.
Also, bonus. With this picture you get a future babe. Obviously too creepy right now.

I find this very funny, you may not.
Despite a preference for turtlenecks in this movie, FASSBENDER is a new babe. Except when he smiles, that shit is scary.

See?

in Canberra & in miniature

2011-06-07T15:51:00.003+10:00

Currently on exhibition at Bilk Gallery in Manuka, in Canberra & in Miniature. Bilk Gallery in Manuka is a contemporary metal and glass gallery, an extension of Workshop Bilk in Queanbeyan. They are primarily a jewelery gallery, but also occassionally do exhibitions focusing on other aspects of metal and glass.

Mel George, The Gift, 2011

For in Canberra & in Miniature, some of Canberra’s most established glass artists have created exquisite miniatures of their larger works specifically for this exhibition.

Scott Chaseling, Matt Curtis, Mel George, Jacqueline Knight, Brian Corr and Mikki Trail have produced beautiful, delicate, alluring miniatures, which can be seen now at Bilk Gallery.

I started working for Bilk a couple of months ago and I'm really loving it, drop on by to see some incrediably beautiful and innovative design. You should have a look at our fabulous new blog as well!

Set yourself a goal

2011-06-04T16:04:00.004+10:00

At some point in the last year, I became a writer. I have no idea how this happened, I have never thought of myself as a very good writer despite having completed 4 years of an arts degree. I have also never thought that writing would be a huge part of my life once I finished uni, but that has definitely changed. Writing is by no means everything I do and I certainly still have a lot to learn, but I am really excited about doing so.

To set myself a challenge and help improve my writing skills, I have signed up for National Young Writers Month. To register for NYWM you have to set yourself a writing goal for the month of June, then with the support and encouragement of Express Media you will be able to achieve your goal.

My writing goals are:

~ Write 5 blog posts per week (considering I haven't done even one post for quite sometime will make this goal very interesting...prepare to be bombarded!)
~ Submit one journal article
~ Write reviews/thoughts etc about every exhibition I attend during June

What I love about this idea is that the scope of who qualifies as a "writer" is so broad and inclusive. You can be a novelist, journalist, poet, blogger, government policy writer, editor, playwright, scriptwriter for film or TV, copywriter and I'm sure I've missed some out. It is a great incentive to challenge yourself and accomplish some goals you may have been putting off for awhile.

Hopefully by posting this I will feel even more bound to achieve my goals, since I have expressed them into the ether. Good luck to everyone and if you haven't already, sign up for NYWM here.

Mad Crush Monday: Noel Fielding

2011-05-09T21:41:00.003+10:00

I've been meaning to write about how my friends and I have just rediscovered the Mighty Boosh and then I found this...

...and I had an argument with myself about whether it was any good.

I was all:

"This is brilliant! Hang on. No, this is weird and messed up. No Jaimie, it's genius! Did you see that cartwheel?! Pfft, I can do cartwheels. No Jaimie, you're a cripple and don't have a functioning left arm, remember? Oh yeah. In a weird kind of way, Noel Fielding is a babe. Agreed."

Ergo, Mad Crush Monday.

Thao and Mirah

2011-05-04T15:50:00.004+10:00

Check me out people. I'm having a post-extravaganza!!!

This will be short and sweet. My lovely boyfriend was all romantic and junk last week and burnt me some surprise CD's. One of these was Thao Nguyen and Mirah's collaboration (Thao and Mirah) which was released on the 26th of April. It's just gorgeous. Check it out, it'll make a few end of year lists me thinks.

Thao & Mirah "How Dare You" from Yours Truly on Vimeo.

On that note, May the 4th be with you. Hehehehehehe.

Marriage (Star Slinger Remix)

2011-05-03T16:26:00.001+10:00

Fuck me, this is awesome:

Gold Panda - Marriage (Star Slinger Remix) OFFICIAL from How Do I Computer on Vimeo.

Gold Panda's Lucky Shiner was one of my favourite releases of last year. I'm still not entirely sold on this whole dub step business, but following Gang Gang Dance's new album and this remix, I'm feeling a whole lot warmer about the whole thing.

The stunning clip of the remix by Star Slinger was composed by visual artist Anze Sekelj and photographer Lucijan Kranjc, who as a team go by the name "How Do I Computer".

It's so beautiful. I've been trying to think up a good analogy for the clip to convince you to watch it, but I'm not clever enough to do it justice. So, just watch it. Or you be a fool.

I think you are hellof neat

2011-05-02T16:32:00.005+10:00

It's true. I love you all, although I've had difficulty showing it these past few weeks.

I'm disabled at the moment having lost the function of one arm after soul destroying shoulder surgery. I'm filling my time with the West Wing, new music and raunchy books. This aspect of my life could be worse.

Expect my posts to be sparse on words, though more frequent.

Perhaps.

Before I die...

2011-04-06T11:35:00.007+10:00

One of the many charming men I have in my life brightened my day on Monday by alerting me to a rather spectacular community initiative. Before I Die is the work of Candy Chang, a public installation artist who has a strong social conscience and a desire to make her community a more livable place. Essentially, she's used a stencil to create an enormous blackboard on which people create a collective list documenting their hopes for their lives.

Her words to describe her work are thus:

"Before I Die transforms neglected spaces into constructive ones where we can learn the hopes and aspirations of the people around us."

Before

After

Once the board is full she documents the responses and wipes it clean. On the website they mention the possibility of collating them into a book.

Not only does this project help to clean up the community appearance, it brings people together and gets them thinking about what's really important to them. It's an exercise in refocusing and as a supporter of all things "social change" and "positive psychology", I think it's marvelous.

Hells yeah

2011-04-04T16:10:00.004+10:00

Check it out, I'm street style famous. That's right, your very own blogger has been blogged. Needless to say I (and my fellow coffee companions at Satis) were pretty chuffed about being photographed by the super lovely Capital Thread.

Hells yeah that's me, wistfully looking into the distance. Cos that's what you do when getting your picture taken, right?

Our photos were posted awhile ago, but I only just found them. I'll admit I may have checked the blog incessantly for a week after the photographs (embarrassing!), but then I forgot about it. Because my memory is a sieve.

My gorgeous friends Cara and Grace

Make sure you have a look at Capital Thread, it's always exciting to see the creativity Canberra has to offer!

Things I love today

2011-04-01T21:08:00.004+11:00

Photograph by Victoria Hannan

The beautiful, warm autumn light.

A blend of Russian Caravan and Creme Brulee teas from T2 and the kindly sales lady who recommended it.

Party Down

The Blue Hour

Washing my face with baking soda. So tingly and smooth.

McSweeny's Recommends. A recent re-discovery.

New season nashi pears and apples from the farmers market.

Buying second-hand books online from Abe Books.

Skipping. I can do some sweet cross-overs.

Kate Bush. Today and forever.

Early nights with a good book (even on a Friday).

Chocolate coated sultanas with roasted almonds.

What's floating your boat, filling your cup, or getting your goat today, my dearest ones?

Mad Crush Monday: Polly Jean Harvey

2011-03-14T18:26:00.008+11:00

I'm confused about a great deal of things at the moment. A great deal of things. But one thing I am sure about is my love for Polly Jean Harvey. Hot damn, the lady is an uber babe.

Fuck me Polly Jean, you're a babe

Her new album Let England Shake is stunning. Lucky for me it's one of those albums that has found me at a perfect time in my life. It fits in well with late nights, moments of nostalgia and the slip from summer into the cooler weather months.

So, for being so damned attractive, talented, and for being one of the few things I can be completely sure about in my life, Polly Jean, you are my Mad Crush Monday.

At the moment these are my three favourites;

MP3 The Glorious Land
MP3 The Words That Maketh Murder
MP3 On Battleship Hill

On a similar note, happy Canberra Day Canberrians. I think we live in a beautiful city, amongst wonderful, creative people. Julia Millionaire, I'm glad we had you home this weekend. So very glad. Xx

Whip it!

2011-03-07T22:24:00.003+11:00

Jaimie, this is a gift for you and everyone else to enjoy the genius of.

Hehehehehe. How good was that?

Remember this?

Sorry, I'm going to bombard you again. In case you were wondering what You Are Here is all about, here is the big reveal...

You Are Here is a brand new festival which will be hitting the streets and vacant shopfronts of the Canberra "CBD" next week! I am so excited, as I have been lucky enough to be helping out with this assault to Canberra's senses. My ooh la la title is Festival Coordinator, sounds important right? Sooooo important.

There will be a delectable catalogue/program booklet, of which I've made some contributions but it won't be out until next week. In the meantime though check out the You Are Here blog for updates about the smorgasbord of performance, music and visual arts events you can expect to see.

My highlights, for those of you who can't be bothered to investigate further:

Carpark Festival - a one-day free festival of music and art taking place in and around the Melbourne Building.

Here and There Sweatshop - here and there will taking over one of Civic’s vacant shopfront spaces and transforming it into a sweatshop. That’s right, clocking in at 9am and sweating away until 5pm these emerging artists will be creating artworks while you watch.

Poppy Malik

BYO Exhibition - relatively self explanatory...

New Young Canberra Showcase - a gig by local genre busters Kasha, Spartak, Reuben Ingall and Orbits, curated by Shoeb Ahmad. Free download of the New Weird Australia: The Sound of Young Canberra Complilation here.

Belco Pride - photography exhibition of Lee Grant's Belco Pride series

Lee Grant

I've totally left out stuff that I'm dying to see, but it got too hard to choose! Make sure You Are Here (heh, see what I did there?) from the 10th - 20th March to see the best Canberra has to offer.

A birthday

2011-03-02T20:57:00.007+11:00

xx
It's my birthday on Saturday. I turn 24. Something about that number terrifies me in a way that no other age has. It just seems so mid 20s. To make myself feel better in the face of certain adulthood, and to compensate for the fact that I'll be spending my first birthday ever far away from my very best friends and family, I've decided to buy myself a little present. Melbourne's got me feeling very wanty, so my short list is rather long.

Thunder in our hearts tote by fieldguided

Makr Farm Rucksack

Gorman Boots

Mud Salad Bowl

Prints of Ireland by MaroSuarez

A beautiful edition of two of my favourite books.

Mad crush monday: men in well fitted suits

2011-03-01T14:34:00.015+11:00

Dear men of the world,

If you want to impress a love interest, an enemy, a frenemy, the other side of a blossoming bromance, or you simply feel like looking dashing, my advice to you is to wear a well fitted suit. Why? Because men in suits are fucking hot.

I’ve recently started working in the office of a very high profile NGO. While it’s a little boring compared to the work I was doing, I get to dress up each day pretending I'm some type of gargantuan glamazon, and perv on cute boys donning suits. My penchant for men in suits has led me to having a mad crush on most men in the Canberra CBD.

Mm, humm you are destined for greatness young man.

However, I should clarify. Not all suits are created equal. How well a suit fits corresponds to my degree of man-crush. Ill fitting suits can make men look clumsy and portray the image of holding positions of little to no consequence in an organisation. As a woman (albeit a fiercely independent one) my bio-evolutionary trait to secure a man able to provide and protect remains strong. Men in well fitted suits provide the psychological sign that they could be in a position of power, or at least have aspirations for such. Ergo, this explains an evolutionary psychology perspective of why men in well fitted suits are attractive, and why you as a male should probably wear one.

Please, let me provide you with some evidence for my case.

Nice suit: cue to beliefs of a strong, powerful man.

He's going places (probably to kill and protect) and would provide excellent genetic material for our future super child.

Who is this handsome stranger who has never appeared on our blog before?

His suit is like a handsome power force-field.

OMG that force-field has some type of magnetic pulling power!

I can't stop looking up images of Charles Bartholomew!!

"Why yes it does Jaimie. I'm irresistible to you because my well fitting suits indicate that I have power, money, intelligence and possibly my own masseuse."

"I'm going to lean up against this wall and look pensive to demonstrate my point further."

Well that post went down hill quickly. You win this round Ed Westwick.

Xoxo

Things you should know about moving city

2011-02-23T22:08:00.006+11:00

x
Photograph by the wonderful Rummage

It won't be easy. It will be terrifying, stressful, and at times really very tedious. You may never be sure that you made the right decision. You'll spend moments, early in the morning resting against the armpit of a stranger on a crowded tram, weighing up the relative merits of career opportunity and access to a greater variety of shops, restaurants and musical venues against friends, family, space, a garden and mountains. You will have insurmountable issues with parking permits, local councils, landlords, and highly breakable glass cook-tops. Your friends might not see the merit of your ways and instantaneously migrate two months after you do, much to your surprise and disappointment.

But, if you're very, very lucky, you might get to walk home through Carlton Gardens every day. A special person might decide to move with you, at considerable expense to his or herself, and might even cook you dinner and fold your laundry every day during extended periods of unemployment. You might find yourself working with some of the kindest, most intimidatingly brilliant people you'd ever hope to meet, and get to travel to places as exotic and diverse as Fiji and Albury Wodonga. You just might get to live in a crazy beautiful Victorian house with two fireplaces, gold wallpaper and a sculpted Art Noveau ceiling. And upon wandering your block you might find two beautiful clothing stores, an exquisite florist, fabulous green grocers, deli and bookshop as well as the city's most exciting bar without even crossing a single road. Should your blessings be many, you might have an favourite aunt nearby who lets you pick vegetables, herbs and flowers from her garden, and invites you over for a suburban BBQ every few weeks. And if you're really, very fortunate you might find that you don't mind your new city very much at all. In fact, you rather like it.

Back to the Future

2011-02-21T11:38:00.000+11:00

Irina Werning takes beautiful photographs. Back to the Future is my favourite series of hers. The series involves her trying to replicate old photos years from when the original was captured, hence the title-- Back to the Future.

I think it's magical.

Hey You Handsome Vultures

2011-02-17T12:36:00.000+11:00

Kittens and love poodles,

It appears I've been on summer vacation for the past two months. I've spent the time being introspective and my dearest millionaires, I have some mighty plans in the works. The first includes helping return our blog to its former, slightly less trashy glory. Consider it my new years resolution.

During this summer-time I also had the realisation that somewhere between writing about the joys and agony of breastfeeding, and single-handedly saving Canberra's drug affected young people, I became a bore and lost any resemblance of a person with street cred. I have come to the realisation that I am epically uncool. I'm so uncool I was one of those idiots who walks around thinking they're cool while listening to Sleigh Bells or some other over hyped band played extensively on Triple J, dressed entirely in florals. You know the type of person I'm talking about dear friends. As a final nail in my coffin, I'm so uncool I've started trusting Pitchfork again. Bam. Oh God, 2010 what have you done to me? You've turned me into a try-hard-faux-hipster. A tryster.

I'm not quite ready to drop florals, but I plan to make changes in what and how I post. Though don't worry, Mad Crush Monday will remain a regular (and BRILLIANT!) feature.

I guess it's also worth mentioning that we're currently undergoing some changes here at Number One Millionaire. The most exciting/sad is that our beloved Julia will now be hailing from Melbourne. I've just started an exciting new job and Vanessa has has a whole world of cool going on, which I'm sure she'll be sharing with you soon.

So on that note, welcome to 2011. I hope your plans for it are as exciting as mine.

Don't miss out on the best thing ever

2011-02-15T13:48:00.003+11:00

Well what have we here? A kick ass secondhand clothes sale hosted by a posse of awesome bloggers? Yeah, that's right!
Get on down Canberra and buy yourself a rad new outfit for almost no dollars. There will even be baked goods and maybe some beer if it's a long day (or any day).

Where are you?

2011-02-11T16:14:00.000+11:00

Get your art on

2011-01-27T22:48:00.004+11:00

Get out your diaries Canberra folk and note down [6pm Thursday 3rd Feb], this is the opening night of my very talented friend, Dan Lorrimer's exhibition of new work (curated by me!).

I promise it will be a very fun night. There will be wine, there will be cheese and of course, some art. Invite your friends and come say hi!

[SPACE DISPLACE]: an exhibition of new sculpture works by Dan Lorrimer, curated by Vanessa Wright
Opens 6pm Thursday 3rd Feb, exhibition continues until 13th Feb
Canberra Contemporary Art Space Manuka, 19 Furneaux St Manuka

Number One New Year!

2011-01-03T12:05:00.003+11:00

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Millionaires!

I hope everyone had a fabulously crazy New Years Eve full of resolutions. Mine was spent at Falls Festival dancing away to The National (no, really) and partaking of the joys of camping; collapsing tents, sunburn, annoying drunk people, ridiculous temperatures and friends dislocating their shoulders.

Despite being broke and slightly directionless, I have a feeling 2011 is going to be a great year. Full of new experiences, new opportunities, new people and new places. I can't wait!

Thank you so much for continuing to read our little blog (you guys are THE BEST!) and here's to another year of hopefully less intermittent posting.

In the meantime I hope you enjoy these super videos I may have stolen from various friends facebook pages...

Mad Crush Monday: E.E Cummings

2010-12-13T16:01:00.003+11:00

I like my body when it is with your

Mmmm, I rest my case.

Lord of the Rink: the Two Towers

2010-12-11T14:01:00.001+11:00

Good golly! This is on tonight at the A.I.S!!!!! Come and support the awesomeness that is Roller Derby and cheer on our magnificent Canberra team the Vice City Rollers as we smash the Sydney Assassins. Tickets are available on the door. I'm really hung over so I'm going to leave this here.

See you tonight hipsters.

Dog, you are smokin' !

2010-11-26T14:49:00.011+11:00

Just when I thought animals had reached their height of comedic genius,

Vanessa goes and blows my mind with...

CATS AND DOGS PHOTO BOMBING EACH OTHER!!!

NEED NEW BODY

2010-11-25T11:20:00.003+11:00

I need a new body. As much as i love mine, it's failing me and my medical expenses are getting ridiculous. Anyone wanna play swapsies?

After today's trip to the surgeon I feel this band and this song (which happens to be one of my all time favourites), is somewhat appropriate.

Is it just me or does this year just keep getting worse?

Shameless

2010-11-24T17:44:00.003+11:00

By the simple fact I have a blog I probably shouldn't be embarrassed about shameless self promotion, but I kind of am.

But here goes. I started writing for BMA magazine (a small free publication in Canberra) a little while ago. If you like you can go here to read my recent article about proppaNOW, an Aboriginal artist's collective from Brisbane who have an upcoming exhibition at the Canberra Contemporary Art Space. At least come to the exhibition, it's going to be goooood.

Mad Crush Monday: Men who look like Jesus

2010-11-22T13:29:00.002+11:00

Bearded men who sing? Fuck yeah!

So, I was out with my friends the other night when a friend of mine pointed out a potential love interest. He was all, "Hey J-Dizzle, check it out, it's your ultimate man! He looks just like Jesus!". It was then explained to me that over the past few months my penchant for bearded men with hair of moderate length has grown exponentially, resulting in, apparently, an obsession with men who look like Jesus.

Okay, so maybe I've got a new "type". I guess it was time I graduated away from liking skinny, prepubescent boys in tight jeans, but I'm not sure I'm cool with my new found hair lust.

Jake Gyllenhaal? Fuck yeah!

Skarsgard? FUCK YEAH!

SYLAR!? FUCK YEAH!

Then again, really, it could be a lot worse.

What about you chickas? How are we feeling about men with beards? Is my hair lust gross, or on trend? Seriously, I'm a little confused about how my hair lust has developed...

Snitch Cake

2010-11-20T08:20:00.007+11:00

So..... Harry Potter sucked. This gif however, fucking rocks.

HARRY POTTER WEEK

2010-11-14T14:13:00.007+11:00

Oh my...................................

Good golly it's been a long while between posts. In my defense I've been all busy being young and free getting nose piercings, learning french, riding my bike places, beating up girls on roller skates, wearing dresses that are a little too short. Summer is fun, not having uni work to do is better. Oh God, did I just write that? See people, all this spare time has apparently made me a wanker. I need to get back in touch with sarcastic, cynical Jaimie. Until then, however, let me just say that...

HARRY POTTER 7.1 IS BEING RELEASED THIS WEEK AND I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!

If you don't find this hysterical, Number One Millionaire is not the blog for you

I have a feeling that a themed week may be in store.

(YES!)

Invading your space

2010-10-28T13:45:00.009+11:00

Robert Sim, You Walk Funny, 2003, stencil

Space Invaders in hitting the National Gallery of Australia this weekend millionaires, get excited! I sure am. Space Invaders is an exhibition of Australian street art including stencils, posters, paste-ups, stickers and zines drawn entirely from the NGA's collection and is an unprecedented exhibition from a large cultural institution in Australia.

Al Stark, Exit Drudgery, 2002, stencil

The exhibition will be focusing on the transition street artists have made from the street to the gallery space and from the "ephemeral to the collectable".

Now I might be looking forward to this more than most, as I have spent the last year studying Melbourne street art, but I know I am definitely not the only one who loves it. So I encourage everyone who can to go and have a squiz. Whatever your opinion of street art in the gallery space, this should be an interesting and unique exhibition.

Lister, Mr Sinister, 2010

To celebrate the opening of he exhibition this Saturday, the street artists are taking over the gallery with a bunch of activities. Including the Capital Letters zine fair run by Sticky Institute, the Everfresh crew creating an installation as well as artist talks and a book signing. More info here.

Civil, not titled (help), 2003, stencil

Lastly, as if you need more to get you excited about this weekend, anyone and everyone is welcome to the opening night celebrations (for the cost of $50, so maybe NOT everyone) on Friday 29th October.

Rone, Dead Jane, 2009, stencil

See you there, art lovers.

Mad Crush Monday: Meat Loaf (would do anything for love)

2010-10-25T14:56:00.005+11:00

Ha ha, Meat Loaf, not meat loaf.

Girl:
Will you raise me up?
Will you help me down?
Will you get me right out if this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?

Boy:
I can do that!
I can do that!

Girl:
Will you hold me sacred?
Will you hold me tight?
Can you colorize my life I'm so sick of black and white?
Can you make it all a little less old?

Boy:
I can do that!
I can do that!

Girl:
Will you make me some magic
With your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

Boy:
I can do that!
I can do that!

Girl:
Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water--if I get to hot--?
Will ya take me to places I've never known?

Boy:
I can do that!
I can do that!

Girl:
After a while you'll forget everything
It was a brief interlude
And a midsummer night's fling
And you'll see that it's time to move on

Boy:
I won't do that!
I won't do that!

I would do anything for love, but I (probably) won't tap that.

Meat Loaf would do anything for love. He'd run right into hell and back, he would do anything for love. He'd never lie to me and that's a fact.

Ergo, Meat Loaf wins this week's MAD CRUSH MONDAY!

SANS THESIS

2010-10-24T15:01:00.000+11:00

Figure A

So, you may have noticed a distinct lack of posts over the last few weeks. This may have a little something to do with the fact that... I'VE FINISHED UNI!!!!! (again). Which of course means I no longer have a need to procrastinate.

To everyone who thought I couldn't complete fourth year for whatever reason, ha, fuck you. Please refer to figure A.

Mad Crush Monday returns tomorrow. Get excited.

Love, joy and all things that go with life sans thesis,

Jaimie.

Xx

Model/actor

2010-10-02T10:41:00.004+10:00

I just spent a very enjoyable ten minutes stifling my laughter whilst looking at this blog. Kids, remember THE INTERNET NEVER FORGETS.

Jared Leto, what a babe.

Wow.

September

2010-09-23T19:53:00.008+10:00

xx
Photograph from rummey bears

Not quite mad crush Monday I'm afraid. Perhaps mundane Thursday?

Things to eat, do, make in spring, glorious spring:

Go to Floriade and ride the ferris wheel.

Spend as much time as possible by the lake, picnicking, bike riding, eating Brodburger and generally frolicking.

Buy and dye silk for scarves.

Eat endless combination of pea, mint, parmesan, asparagus and leek dishes with smoked trout .

Climb mountains.

Eat at Podfood.

Be a committed, reliable, effective veggie gardener. Decimate the harlequin bugs. Produce 10 varieties of heirloom tomato.

Pin giant flowers in a high bun on my head.

Spend a weekend at Little Pig Creek in the Kangaroo Valley. Go horse riding through the lush green countryside.

Paint with watercolours.

Listen to the new Deerhunter album, 'Halycon Digest'

Make salads from Casa Moro.

Lie on grass, look at trees/sky.

Prepare the house for dreaded summer. Not as easy as preparing for winter, but may involve careful placement of fans, installation of flyscreens, purchase of a child's paddling pool.

Oh you pretty things!

2010-09-21T21:33:00.007+10:00

Short Stop being a bad ass jammer

As you probably know, I entered into the wonderful world of roller derby about six months ago. I adore it. It really is the greatest sport ever. Anyway, it was rolling along smashingly (heh, see what I did there?) until I twisted my ankle, put my skates back on too early and then dislocated my shoulder. Now I'm off skates for an unspecified amount of time, which unless you are also a derby all star, you can have no idea of the depression that I am currently experiencing.

Tuesday is a big training night in the world of Canberra Roller Derby League, so I thought it might be a good time to share with you some pretty pictures by an awesome lady, who I have a huge style crush on.

Posie La Threat, aka Beata English, aka Beez Images and Designs, took some amazing shots of Canberra's rep team Vice City Rollers this last weekend at the East Coast Smack Down. Go to her site and have a look. She's very talented and her blog is delightful. She specialises in child photography, and my goodness, she has captured some glorious little people.

Yep, you may have noticed that there is no Mad Crush Monday this week. That's because I've taken up podophilla.

Oh yes, bitch bought her self a pair of Melissa shoes by Vivienne Westwood!

Not really. But my new shoes are prettier than all my Mad Crush Monday potential candidates combined.

Sorry boys, this week you don't even come close.

Stay tuned for next week though when REAL LIFE MAD CRUSH MONDAY begins. CAN YOU TELL I'M EXCITED?! Keep sending me your photos and your stories!

Xoxo

Cindy Clawford

(aka Jaimie).

Mad Crush Monday: a history lesson with Phillip Oakey

2010-09-14T12:15:00.004+10:00

I'm pretty sure the reason I love the video for "Together in Electric Dreams" so much, has a little something to do with the irrepressible sexual power of Phil Oakey. Oh my God, DREAM BOAT!

"One day all hair will be cut this way."

Wiki tells me that "Oakey was inspired to adopt a strange lopsided geometric hairstyle, shoulder length on one side and short on the other. As the Human League increased in prominence the hairstyle would became Oakey’s trademark. Between 1978-1979 with his unique hairstyle he maintained a masculine dress style and at one time wore a full beard." Mmm, beard.

Human League - Human

Phillip is still singing for the Human League. He lives in an apartment in Sheffield with his girlfriend. He contributed to the Pet Shop Boy's new album, which increases his awesomeness 10 fold.

If I could take anyone to my 80's prom, Mr. Oakey, it would be you. You win this week's Mad Crush Monday!

Street life

2010-09-13T13:16:00.005+10:00

Recently I went to Melbourne on a research trip (yes, it's true. I am very busy and important) for my delightful thesis. I've probably mentioned this too many times, but its all about street art in Melbourne. So naturally I had to take loads of photos and look like a tourist tard. Man, honours is HARD.

Together in electric dreams

2010-09-12T00:23:00.001+10:00

This makes me so happy.

So irrationally happy.

Happy Sunday.

Mad Crush Monday: Cute boys. Period.

2010-09-06T17:29:00.006+10:00

Paul, high school.

Ah, Mad Crush Monday. So many potentials, so much fun. Thank you for your suggestions lovely ladies. I was trying to find a way to incorporate all of your excellent suggestions, but then I found this great blog (aptly named Cute Boys Make Me Nervous) that sums what this weekly segment is all about: cute boys.

Eric, Arizona

Man, I love cute boys. Check it out. It's pretty fun. Actually, you know what, if you have pictures of cute boys, handsome men or general Mad Crush Monday mania, maybe you should send me their pictures. YES! Once a month I'll do a post on REAL MAD CRUSH MONDAYS!!!! Oh! It's going to be brilliant! Send photo's to numberonemillionaire@gmail.com. I'll take photo's when I'm out and about too. This is going to be so much fun.

PS- I'll also give points for cute boy photo related alliteration. Now that would be a fun overload!

Best Baby Ever?

2010-09-05T12:14:00.006+10:00

My vote is yes.

Have I told you all that my thesis is on women's experiences of breastfeeding? Well, it is and my God I met some flipping awesome little people as part of it.

25 days to go.

Can I hear a "hells yeah!"?

Mad Crush Monday: A Bruce Willis Story

2010-08-30T20:34:00.008+10:00

Yes thank you Bruce, I will have one ticket to the gun show

Approximately thirteen years ago I fell in love with a buff, buff man who promised to save me and the world. It may have been a little Freudian, but whateves, right?

You can count on me to be the last one standing Bruce.

I imagine Bruce to be a man of few words. Which is good. I think men talk too much these days. He communicates by blowing shit up. That's the sign of a real man.

When we meet, he'll be all, "I know this is a big decision, and I've thought hard about it. But Jaimie, I'm fairly sure that I'm meant to protect you via the magical bond that is romance."

Not. He'd be all yippee-ki-yay mother fucker, then ravage me. Hells yeah.

We'd got to all sorts of sweet gigs together.

And make really cute kids.

Bruce Willis, you are my Mad Crush Monday for lyfe.

Who's your Mad Crush Monday? Maybe I'll pinch him for next week.

Androgyny Perfected

2010-08-29T22:45:00.005+10:00

Callum Wilson by David Armstrong via the Fashionisto.

I rest my case.

LATFH

2010-08-27T12:00:00.003+10:00

Somebody once called me a hipster. My reply was, "fuck you, I am not!"

My mistake. According to this video, I am in fact a hipster.

Thanks to the ever lovely Jenni for showing this to me

But I would rather be a ninja. Check those sweet window moves.

Crush(ed)

2010-08-26T21:23:00.006+10:00

Image from here

"It wasn't until we were well past the middle of it
that we realized
the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers,
far from being subverted,
had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.
Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us,
replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes
and not the doorways we had hoped for.
His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before,
scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt."

- Richard Siken

I'll be happy when it's summer.

Days are happy when...

2010-08-24T17:28:00.007+10:00

..
You eat avocado on toast for breakfast.

A cute boy walks you to work.

You discover an inspirational little project (pictured)

You send an e-mail to a friend, re-read it in your outbox, and chuckle at just how dang irrepressibly funny you are.

You discover that the collective noun for llamas is a llovely of llamas.

The weatherman predicts that next Tuesday will be a whopping 17 degrees! Celsius!

You pass some budding wattle on your walk home.

You have magnificent plans for dinner.

What is making your days happy lovepies?

Mad Crush Monday: Tommy Lee Jones

2010-08-23T13:17:00.007+10:00

I had a dream about Tommy Lee Jones last week. We met on a cowboys tour of west America in which we go to towns where famous western movies were shot, and play with real guns. I'm not sure if such tours exist, let's hope they do.

So, I was strolling along after gunning down all ten target people (in the dream the cut out target people could walk, cool huh?) and he came up to me and initiated conversation.

He complimented me on my excellent shooting skills and informed me of my radiant youthful beauty. I was pretty taken aback that he of all people was talking to me, let alone telling me that I was beautiful, but fear not. I played it cool. One thing led to another and before sunset he was declaring his undying love and devotion to me. Before we boarded our tour bus to go back to our hotel he proposed marriage. I accepted.

Then sadly, I awoke. It was a flipping sweet dream.

So dependable. Such a handsome cowboy.

Cowboys are fucking hot.

So knowledgeable. He's bursting with life experience.

The next day I happily trotted around thinking of Tommy Lee Jones. It was particularly strange as I hadn't seen anything with him in it since seeing No Country at the cinema. Never before have I found him attractive and the jury was still out until that evening when fate came a knocking. My housemate Nick (hi Nick!) decided to watch the Fugitive, a movie I'd never seen before. I'd told no one about my new love and then BAM! Done deal. Mad Crush Monday goes to Tommy Lee Jones.

He makes a babein' police officer.

He's just generally babein'.

Marry me for real?

True Porn?

2010-08-19T10:06:00.000+10:00

Happy Thursday.

Dye

2010-08-18T20:24:00.005+10:00

This summer, I'm going to tie, scrunch, bleach and dip dye everything. T-shirts, skirts, scarves, tights, leggings, tote bags, pillows, temptingly white puppies... No surface will be safe from my crazed, psychedelia craving hands.

And this is why:

Top to bottom: Shabd, Wikstenmade, Design*Sponge, Shabd, Design*Sponge, Shabd

Summer Dressing

2010-08-11T23:08:00.005+10:00

Care of the Sartorialist

This summer I plan to look just like this.

Joyful, footloose and fancy free.

Please let me wake up to sun shine tomorrow, let my thesis be beautifully written and let it be summer.

Pacey-con 2010

2010-07-29T22:27:00.001+10:00

Oh my. The world is a strange and WONDERFUL place.

As quoted from "Oh no they didn't"...

"Someone wandering around at San Diego Comic-Con this weekend happened to spot Fringe's Joshua Jackson. He says: "I was walking back to my hotel after eating at Cafe Diem to take a break and a small group of people were gathered on the lawn a distance from the convention center. They were standing around Joshua Jackson from 'Fringe', he was staging his own 'Pacey-Con', giving out fan fiction he wrote and getting pictures with the women, all while the 'Dawson's Creek' theme music played on a boom box, it was quite funny, to say the least."

... I still love you Pacey.

UPDATE!!!!!

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

This is the best thing in Number One Millionaire's history. Ever. Period.

Pacey-Con with Joshua Jackson from Joshua Jackson

Look, Listen, Learn

2010-07-28T23:21:00.009+10:00

Look ~
Visit Paths to Abstraction at the AGNSW. It’s the only exhibition I’ve seen recently, but I loved it. Check out the mini exhibition of Australian female modernist printmakers in the foyer too.

Watch ~
Even if you don’t watch True Blood, Snoop Dogg is always ridiculous.
Oh Sookie, I won't trick you like Eric and make you drink blood.

Decorate ~
I want to create a picture collage in the style of my current favourite artist Barry McGee.

Barry McGee

Installation view at UCLA/Armand Hammer Museum, Los Angeles
2000
Mixed media, dimensions variable Photo by Robert Wedemeyer
Courtesy Deitch Projects, New York

Eat ~
Everything. Thesis side-effect.

Listen ~
I’ve been listening to loads of The Tallest Man on Earth and a little bit of Johnny Cash. I'm all about a country man, apparently.

The Tallest Man on Earth ~ Troubles Will Be Gone
Johnny Cash ~ Folsom Prison Blues

Read ~
I want to read this. Hurry up library!

Wear ~
You should wear these oxfords. Seriously, I want you to have them, they don’t fit me. Size 7.5. Email me!
Laugh ~
At Party Down. Do it now.

Wonder ~
I often wonder if I’m turning into Liz Lemon.

Go ~
I want to go to there.

Lesson ~
I’ve really got to stop watching so much TV and write something.

Burrito hand

2010-07-25T22:28:00.007+10:00

Mmm, Burrito

My hand smells like a burrito. My left hand. I noticed it about 10 minutes ago. I'm fairly certain it didn't smell like that this morning. I'm not sure whether it's a good thing or not.

I didn't eat a burrito today.

I'd like some answers.

Kitten Burrito?

Crazy man burrito?

Baby burrito?

Mr. Burrito Head?

No answers.

On that note, I promise to do a real post soon. It'll be rad.

Snow Tea

2010-07-18T12:00:00.003+10:00

Friends, for the last five days I've been holed up in an A-frame ski lodge with no phone reception, no computer, no internet and no television. I did little but play Balderdash and Black Bitch, drink schnapps over fresh snow, read muskily scented novels and on occasion, ski.

They were blissful times, innocent times but times which have situated me well and truly out of the loop. Now I'm back and have nothing to offer you but a recipe for tea:

Brew a pot of fairly weak black tea (I like Ceylon Orange Pekoe) and chuck in half a stick of cinnamon with the leaves. Brew for 3 minutes, or till it reaches its desired potency, and drink black in a Turkish tea glass, with a little sugar and some mint leaves.

Enjoy, forgive.

I love you more than cheese

2010-07-05T10:38:00.008+10:00

Alexander Skarsgard, for you my love knows no bounds.

I pretty much loose my shit every Monday night.
I feel like i know you.
Seriously.
It's a little creepy.

Oops, there's another photo.

And again.

And... I pretty much just posted porn.

Perfect weekends.

Russell Brand.
His sex appeal is an intriguing mystery to me.

Parties with dancing.

Man accessories.

Kitteh's

Heh.

Bill Murray.

Baby's got the blues

2010-06-23T21:47:00.003+10:00

From here

I'm feeling pretty flat at the moment. Work is balls, I'm over uni, my cute boy radar is sitting on 80%, Dappled Cities cancelled tomorrow night... Life is a bit sucky.

Maybe it's mid winter blues, maybe it's mid-thesis blues. I don't know. I need some fail safe home recipes to beat the blues, asap. Anyone have any?

xx

Get your zine on

2010-06-14T16:04:00.007+10:00

Hey you guys!
Feeling sad that the long weekend is almost over? I know I am. Don't have a long weekend? That's balls. Well now you have something to look forward to, something to write in your diary and circle. Something to put into your iPhone as a reminder (does that exist on an iPhone? I don't have one). Something to tell your friends about so you appear hip and happening and maybe a little bit dangerous (not really, the only thing dangerous about paper is a paper cut. IN THE EYE! It happens).

Zine Fair! In Canberra! At CCAS! Come!

To my knowledge most of the stalls have been taken by eager zinesters, including (but not limited to) Sticky Institute all the way from Melbourne and local zine distro Little Beats. Which is great as that means CCAS will be overflowing with ziney goodness, so you should pop on by and check it out. I definitely will be (because I'll be helping out...but I would be there anyway! Promise).

The Queen's Birthday

2010-06-11T14:02:00.005+10:00

Necklaces by Wiksten

Happy Friday, Millionaires! I hope those of you who reside in the eastern-states of Australia have all kinds of mangnificence planned for your long weekend. Inspired by some beautiful peices made by various crafty ladies, I plan to put my collection of broken jewelry and embroidery threads to smart use and make me some pretty laces for my neck. I also plan to shop for treasures at the second-hand clothes sale and St Ninian's church in Lyneham, see the Banksy movie at the National Gallery of Australia and make delicous gnocci. I live for long weekends...

By Sunken Treasure

By Kate Miss, For Me, For You

By Kate Miss, For Me, For You

Carlos D is dead to me

2010-06-08T17:29:00.000+10:00

Dear Carlos D, dark prince, no... dark emperor of my heart.

You had me at moustache. Well actually, you had me before your facial hair revolution. I have loved you since Turn on the Bright Lights. Really. You were one of my many adolescent loves. But what are you now? You've left Interpol in pursuit of "better things" and "new goals".

Bah! Rubbish!

You're like Voldemort.

Oh, my words hurt you? You feel bad for how you've ripped my heart from my chest?

Don't give me that look boy. This is all your doing.
I used to love how you held your bass. Now it just kind of looks stupid.

Maybe it's true.Your face tells me this site could be right. Maybe you do have herpes. It's the price you have to pay for hedonism, prick.

Oh, I just found this out about you;

"While attending NYU in 1998, he was approached by guitarist Daniel Kessler after a class the two had enrolled in. Kessler had been looking for musicians to play with and assumed Dengler to be one based on the clothes he wore, a style Kessler described as "similar to the way he's dressed now." From here.

My heart just warmed a little.

Oh who am I kidding. I love you, your grey hound and your Tom Selleck mo'.

Here's the new Interpol single
MP3: Lights

Be mine?

The snuggliest season

2010-06-01T22:48:00.003+10:00

Happy first day of winter, millionaires.

May the snuggliest season bring you carrot and coriander soup and apple crumble, woolly socks and moments by an open fire, hot spiced apple cider and hearty conversation, crisp walks and reflective days indoors, the glow of sweet scented candles and plenty of gratitude for warmth, shelter and good company.

The mundane familiarities of existence

2010-05-25T17:51:00.009+10:00

xx
I've always been a little bit obsessed with rituals. I suppose it's the latent anthropologist in me. Although I often find myself lamenting the lack of true ritual in modern, western, secular life - the kind of ritual that represents centuries of tradition, brings people together and is tightly woven into the fabric of social life (which may be why I'm so fond of weddings) - I'm also pretty fascinated by the quiet, personal, domestic rituals people perform in their daily lives: be it the way they make tea, or the order in which they get ready in the morning, or their habit of cooking a roast every Sunday or ordering takeaway every Tuesday. I guess this is why I am so easily addicted to domestic blogs; I love looking through windows into people's daily lives, the way they conduct themselves and find meaning and comfort in the mundane familiarities of existence. It's a topic Sarah has been talking about a bit lately on her wonderful blog, The Pink of Perfection and which I have been reading with unabashed glee.

Anyway, I've recently discovered that for someone so fond of the idea of rituals, I go about my daily life in a highly un-habitual manner. I get up at a different time every day, I never eat the same breakfast twice in a row, sometimes I shower first, sometimes I eat breakfast first, sometimes I make the bed, sometimes I don't, I constantly change my preferred variety of tea...I'm quite the fickle lady, and that's just in the morning.

I also tried to institute a Monday night curry night ritual, but soon got bored of curries and ran out of ideas. I also started a Tuesday night by candlelight ritual wherein every Tuesday night we would conduct our own private Earth Hour, but I forgot about it after one week.

I'm the most un-ritualistic when I get home from work. I walk in the door, and aside from taking of my coat, never quite know what to do with myself. I feel like I should do something substantial to mark the transition from work life to glorious, free, life life, but instead wander about the house like a befuddled kitten that's just been put through a spin cycle.

I really do want to create every day rituals, to take comfort in the familiar, to create some kind of constant in the chaos of my life, and to know what to do when I get home from work. I want rituals I will perform every day/week/month or year of my life. So, my slightly stalker-ish question for you today, dear readers, is this: what are your everyday rituals?

L O V E

2010-05-21T16:10:00.005+10:00

I'm such a sucker for love.

I love the idea behind this project, simple but effective and memorable. Also Baltimore reminds me of The Wire and I really love that show. No doubt.
Baltimore Love Project. Read about it here.

And here is a Banksy image you've probably all seen before, but it relates to what I should be doing now...studying.

Gathering nuts for winter

2010-05-17T21:43:00.003+10:00

I've been taking things pretty slow lately. I always do when it's cold. Thus, the content of my life is less trendy music, cutting edge art or flamboyant fashions, and more knitting, reading, bathing, cooking and general domesticising. Which is maybe why you haven't heard from me much at all lately. I've been gathering nuts for winter.

I also find myself daydreaming about living somewhere almost exactly like this:

The Slow Rabbit Farm, as photographed by Liane of the wonderful enhabiten

Joj Hurrison

2010-05-12T22:50:00.001+10:00

This made me laugh more than what is probably deemed appropriate.

From Meepmeepmeep

Happy hump day Millionaires.

xx

Superheros Of My Heart

2010-05-02T21:44:00.012+10:00

James Dean ♥

The socially conscious ♥♥♥

Spencer Krug ♥♥♥

Tonight's moon ♥

♥♥♥

Jens Lekman ♥♥♥

♥

Ophelia rabbit ♥♥♥♥♥

Cat and Girl ♥♥

Paul Simon ♥♥♥

My bike ♥♥♥

Cute Boys With Cats

2010-04-29T18:29:00.000+10:00

I was doing my usual procrastination thing this evening of face-stalking anyone and everyone, when my exploits lead me to this diamond in the rough (in the rough, in the rough.... anyone get that Aladdin reference? No?).

Cute Boys With Cats is a Tumblr put together by some kind of genius who decided that "there is a serious shortage of pictures of cute boys with cats".

Agreed. And you genius lady, have made my week.

Oh my, this one has named his cat Pushkin! HE'S SO DREAMY!!!

Thesis OWNS my life

2010-04-26T18:40:00.004+10:00

Currently I am struggling through the first chapter of my art history thesis, which is due today. Yeah, its not going terribly well.
But my day was made all the better by the discovery of this hilarious scarf, sent to me by my sister.

Get it here.
Click to enlarge, you won't regret it.

Pretty much sums up my entire 4 year degree. Crap.

A Present

2010-04-21T23:45:00.005+10:00

From here

Happy hump day. I hate this week.

x

Dear Thurston

2010-04-19T23:02:00.004+10:00

I'm not going to pretend to be a crazy Sonic Youth fan. However, an advice column written by Thurston Moore in a teenage girls' magazine? Genius.

There's this guy that I really like. He tells everyone that he doesn't even like me as a friend, but when we're alone together we do things that are reserved for people who think of each other as more than friends. What do I do?
A friend, more, or less? Huntley, IL

The guy's a jerk. I know that won't discourage you from liking him, but he's got a major personality flaw: disrespecting you. Be careful of this kind of butthead, because his sleaze behavior may rub off on you, and then your life will become more and more hellish. Next time you're alone with him and he tries to get "friendly," tell him your friend Thurston Moore wants to kick his ass. And then tell him why.

Read it all here.

via style rookie

Oh Karin Dreijer Andersson!

2010-04-18T10:59:00.004+10:00

Karin Dreijer Andersson as Fever Ray

Wow, I knew I wasn't on form last year in terms of being up to date with new music, but how the hell did I miss Fever Ray?!

Karin Dreijer Andersson (aka the chick from the Knife) released her debut solo album last year under the name 'Fever Ray'. It's freaking BRILLIANT! Incredibly dark in places but with the unmistakable electronic sounds of the Knife circa 'Deep Cuts'.

Also, did you know that Karin Dreijer Andersson was also the vocalist in one of my other favourite Swedish bands 'Honey is Cool'? I didn't. Amazing! ALSO, did you know the Knife are bringing 'Tomorrow, in a year' to Australia in October? AMAZING!

As far as I am concerned, she can do no wrong.

These clips are up there with my favourite music videos ever. Though, be warned. They're a little dark...

Fever Ray - When I Grow Up from sarah ervinda on Vimeo.

Fever Ray - Seven from Mute Records on Vimeo.

Fever Ray: If I had a heart from THE HEAVEN PROJECT on Vimeo.

On Making the Most of Winter

2010-04-13T16:52:00.011+10:00

photograph by the amazing Hannah Davis

Unlike my dear chum Jaimie, I willingly take winter as a lover, year after year after year. While I acknowledge that the frostiest season has it's drawbacks - namely waking up in the morning with a numb nose and the ensuing battle to get out of bed - I find, that with the right attitude and a bit of foresight, winter can actually be rather charming in his old brown coat, threadbared woolen scarf and whiskey breath. Here's how to enjoy your inevitable yearly winter experience:

1. Buy yourself a decent coat, some warm socks, gloves, thick stockings and woolen items you can easily layer. I truly believe that the biggest problem with winter in Canberra is that people can't quite justify splurging on quality, warm items because it isn't quite cold enough for long enough, so no one wears enough clothes and everyone complains constantly for three months. DO NOT let this be you, doll faces! DO NOT be like one of those ridiculous mini-skirted girls teetering outside a dodgy nightclub in a state of frozen stupor. Snuggle yourself up like a fattened rabbit and make everyone else jealous.

2. During autumn (AKA NOW!), prepare your home for winter hibernation. Clean everything thoroughly, organise and throw a bunch of stuff out. Make sure every nook has plenty of blankets and cushions for snuggling, restock your tea cupboard with lots of tasty varieties for sipping, and amalgamate a collection of books for cozy winter reading. You'll probably spend a lot more time in-doors, so make home a place you'll love to be.

3. Also during autumn, plant some beautiful bulbs in pots by your front door so you have something to look forward to in spring.

4. Appreciate the fact that, at least in Canberra, we still get plenty of sunlight in winter. Whenever you can, find a spot in full sun, and soak up the toasty rays of light with a cup of tea, a blanket and a good book. I promise this will make you happy.

5. Buy or pick fresh, beautiful flowers for your home whenever you can.

6. Spend a lot of time reflecting on the miserable, sleepless nights of last summer and the lack of motivation you felt to do anything at all. Take solace in the fact that cold is far more easily escaped than heat, and bury yourself under your doona or soak in a steaming bath for hours.

7. Learn to knit. It's pretty easy, and once you get the hang of it, it's something creative and productive you can do while watching questionable television and avoiding the cold. Or paint, draw, make friendship bands...

8. If you start to feel a little claustrophobic, rug yourself up in zillions of layers and go for a brisk evening walk. Breath in the cold, refreshing air and enjoy the rustic smell of woodsmoke, before rushing home for a hot chocolate or a milky chai.

9. Cook yourself delicious, wholesome, hearty winter food. A deep, dark mushroom stew, a zesty tomato soup, loaf of artisan style bread, pumpkin scones. Bake your blues away, and bask in the added warmth that comes from a blisteringly hot oven.

10. Buy (or make) yourself a wheat pack. Warm it up and take it to bed with you every night. If winter doesn't become your lover, one of these darlings just might. xx

An Ode to Lost Loves

2010-04-11T22:10:00.003+10:00

Dear Tyler from that L.A youth hostel,

I'm sorry I didn't find you before I went to Hawaii. You were my saviour. I was embarrassed. I hope you become a successful musician. Maybe you will write a song about me and your new love for cute Australian girls. You were lovely.

........

Dear Sigur Ros boy,

I wish I'd had enough courage to come and get that bootleg from you. You were adorable.

........

Dear Russian/ hot hair boy,

Red pants was a mistake. I still think you're cute.

........

Dear Strokes boy,

*Sigh* I miss you. You were a charming fantasy.

........

Dear Summer,

Fuck you for leaving me. I refuse to take Winter as a lover.

........

Dear amazing man in Tak Kee at Dickson tonight,

You walked in all amazing looking, smiled at me and then sat down to eat by yourself, content with your ipod for company. You are amazing. You practically winded me with your perfection. From that look you gave me, I think we both know where this is heading.

Forever Young

2010-04-07T22:12:00.009+10:00

Hi Vanessa. I'm an old wise Owl! Cakcor! Cakcor!

Happy Birthday Millionaire Vanessa!

If I had enough money I'd buy you an androgynous trumpet player.

Abrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Or a man with sweet tricks...

Oh! Is that Chuck Bass retardedly hiding something from you?

Chuck.... Give it to Vanessa.....

Come on Chuck...

Oh. Dear God!

That mother chucker got you a BIRTHDAY BURGER!!!!

= BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, party.

Kid Cudi - Pursuit Of Happiness (Steve Aoki RMX) [Dirty] from Deejay Callen on Vimeo.

Love you bestie!

Okay, you win this round hype

2010-03-25T21:07:00.004+11:00

I'll admit, it took me a fair while to move from naysayer, to Yeasayer. A lot of their music annoys the frack out of me, this one however I love.

I wish Rev could be more like this...

Happy Friday-eve.

Yeasayer O.N.E. from Paranoid US on Vimeo.

Why the devil are you all getting married?!

2010-03-24T21:30:00.004+11:00

What the deuce?

Each time I log on to Facebook there seems to be a never ending stream of photos of newly married peeps. All of whom I might add, are roughly the same, young, sprightly age as myself. I just don't know what is going on. I'm feeling so freakin' young I don't like the idea of seeing someone and attaching a title to the relationship, let alone having a ceremony and putting an expiry date on your relationship. An expiry date reached at DEATH! No sir, no thank you.

Though, I guess it's okay if you're a mega-Christian-virgin-babe.

Peace out.

I love him but he'd make a terrible boyfriend: men in skirts

2010-03-22T16:57:00.011+11:00

I love Marc Jacobs but...

Good afternoon distinguished guests.

Ahh, procrastination. I've eaten some toast, drank some tea, cleaned my room, visited my favourite blogs, face-stalked my crushes and now here we are.

This is the next post in a series of utter genius. You may recall my past brilliance here. However, today I'm going to be a little more specific...

The current fashion trend causing controversy perfectly reflects why 'I love him but he'd make a terrible boyfriend'. Men in skirts. Talk about having some serious balls! I LOVE them. But fuck me, I could never date one.

Melbourne Street Fashion
PS- this man is actually wearing pants (!). This however, does not change the fact he is HOT, but untouchable.

The Sartorialist

Melbourne Street Fashion

The Sartorialist

Melbourne Street Fashion

No, give me this picture of perfection any day. He's such a dream boat! I can tell he'd make a fantastic boyfriend on his bow tie/boater combination alone. I applaud you while swooning young man!

What are your takes on this trend? Love them? Hate them? Could you date them?

Geometrica

2010-03-17T21:48:00.006+11:00

xx

It's been a long time since I've lusted after anything sartorial, but my body seems to be craving an adornment of brightly colored triangles, squares and clean, clean lines.

Dress and playsuit (?) by Mociun

Neclaces both by spinthread

Massive ATTACK!

2010-03-15T22:05:00.006+11:00

Heh, that title was fun to write.

On a much more serious note, has anyone listened to Heligoland yet? It's pretty tits. Like Jessica Alba tits, not weird alien Madonna tits. Eww.

Things I know about Massive Attack;

I like to think that I grew up listening to Massive Attack
As an angsty, angsty teen I was convinced that the song "Protection" was written about me (that would have been fucking cool)
Massive Attack in 2003 was my second ever concert
Inertia Creeps is one of my favourite songs of all time
I would be a lesbian for Liz Fraser
Band member 3D used to 'paint' with Banksy
My housemate Nick thinks that '3D' is a pretty crap name
Vanessa isn't really into 'trip hop'

Oh, did I mention that I'm going to see them again THIS FRIDAY (the 19th) AT THE ROYAL THEATER IN CANBERRA. Stoked! What I'm not so stoked about is that my friends are all too lame to come with me. So, I'm going alone. All independent woman like. Unless! Oh. my. god. I have an idea. Massive Attack are high lords of cool, I'm super flipping cool, you're reading this blog so you must be pretty cool, YOU SHOULD COME WITH ME!!!!!

In case you needed any sort of motivation other than being my hot date for the night, check out this video....

See you Friday
xox

(Ticket info here....)

Roller skating is my life

2010-03-09T19:39:00.001+11:00

I have no idea where this picture is from, but isn't it just THE most amazing thing you've ever seen?

Okay kids, listen closely. I have a secret to tell you. I have a dream and in this dream I am roller derby champion of the WORLD! Not sure if this title exists yet, but it will and I will own it.

Long story short is I'm starting a roller derby fresh meat course next Tuesday. I'm beyond excited, though also incredibly nervous. I'll keep y'all posted on how it goes. Hopefully by the end of the course I will look like this...

or maybe this...

Either way, yay roller derby! Now to think of a name... All suggestions are welcome. Maybe I'll run a poll.

Check out my local derby league site here.

xx

Death of the Summer

2010-03-01T23:21:00.000+11:00

Cherubs,

It's over. Summer has died and so has my freedom. Even though I am absolutely ready to embrace my favourite season Autumn, I can't help but morn the loss of what has been my best Summer.

This mix put together a few years ago by my favourite indie dream boat Jens Lekman always helps me deal with the loss I feel transitioning from Summer to Autumn. I hope it helps you with your transition too. If you live in Canberra, I'll see you out frolicking in the leaves in a few weeks. Canberra is best dressed in Autumn.

MP3: Death of the Summer - Jens Lekman

Blu

2010-02-23T23:42:00.002+11:00

Just images today friends, I'm feeling a little brain dead.

Blu

Alexander McQueen

2010-02-12T10:57:00.008+11:00

As I'm sure you all have heard, Lee Alexander McQueen died last night. I plan to wear something a little outrageous tonight as a way of commemorating him. Maybe you should do the same.

Happy 9.02.10 Day!

2010-02-09T20:43:00.009+11:00

The 90's are back? BAM! Vanessa just gave me an excuse to do what could be, the lamest post of all time...

HAPPY 9.02.10 DAY!!!!!!

Get it? 'Cause it's the 9th of February 2010? Brilliant right?!

Here are some of my favourite 90's songs.

MP3:Pur- Cocteau Twins
MP3:Song for a Future Generation- The B-52's
MP3:Judy and the Dream Of Horses- Belle and Sebastian
MP3:Big Time Sensuality- Björk
MP3:You Never Wash Up After Yourself- Radiohead

Yay!

To keep in theme, my cougar crush of the week goes to....

...Liam, from the new generation 90210. How are you so dreamy?
Just so you know, I think it's unfair that you're not my next door neighbour.

Now, wasn't that fun?

xxx

The 90s are back and apparently so am I

2010-02-08T18:34:00.007+11:00

You know how sometimes you have conversations with your friends about how awful something is and then you go and do that exact thing?

Well, I was having a conversation the other day with my friend Sophie about how tragic it is that the 90s are back in fashion again. Terrible, terrible I said, whilst secretly knowing that I had already bought a pair of clogs. Oh yes, you read that right - clogs. I know, I know what is wrong with me? Trust me, I've heard it all before from Garance. But I caved.

They are really great though...

If you want to love clogs too (come on!) you can get your very own from Swedish Hasbeens (like mine) or Funkis do nice ones as well. And if you one of the more affluent members of our readership (not sure if that exists) Celine and Chanel could be for you.

Julia's Guide to Valentines Day

2010-02-07T13:05:00.010+11:00

Poppies from Saipua

I echo Jaimie's frustration at the commercialisation of Valentines Day (an I-phone? Seriously?). Traditionally, I have stubbornly refused to celebrate or even acknowledge this sickly-sweet institution. It irks me that so much pressure, smugness, commercialism and kitsch has been associated with love, which in my idealistic view should be something pure, organic and entirely personal.

I am always reminded of high-school days, when the Valentines of the 'popular' girls would drop off hideous bouquets of red roses at the school office and the receptions would announce : 'would Blondy McPeroxide please report to the school office? Would Blondy McPeroxide please report to the school office?' across the entire school's PA system. Blondy McPeroxide would then spend the rest of her day lugging this ridiculous gesture to every class, even if it was encased in a gigantic, heavy marble vase, obscured the view of every girl in the room and left a trail of slimy, stinky water behind her. It was, quite simply, absurd.

Anyway, despite this, in my old and sentimental age I've come to value any day of the year which encourages participation in something just a little bit spesh. Taking take a moment out of our frantic lives to spoil someone we care about and let them know how they enrich our lives isn't a gesture that should be sneezed at. It is, however, a gesture that should be given more than once a year, and not purely because everyone else is doing it. And I certainly don't think Valentines day should just be a day for romantic love. It should be taken as an opportunity to celebrate all of the love in all of our lives; love for our friends, our family, our dogs, ourselves. But perhaps we should do it on the 14th day of every month?

With that in mind, I deliver you my guide to Valentines day(s):

Why don't you...

Take it as an opportunity to love yourself? Give yourself a facial, take a long bath surrounded by millions of scented candles, scrub yourself raw with a yummy exfoliator, change into your favourite pajamas and watch a romantic comedy or horror film (whatever takes your fancy) whilst sipping green tea from your most fragile cup and eating raspberries?

Go camping with your lover/best friend/sister/housemate? Cook some kind of delicious, rustic stew over a fire, make tea in a billy and serve it with scones, play a game of scrabble by torch light and go for a long, beautiful walk in the morning? Pick your companion a bunch of beautiful wildflowers? Enjoy the serenity and fresh air?

Make sweet little presents for all your friends? Cookies wrapped in beautiful fabric and tied up with string? A sweet little drawing with a note about how much you love them? A little book with some of your favourite recipes handwritten and photocopied? A jar of homemade body scrub? An old-fashioned mixtape with a hand-drawn cover?

Take a day trip to a near-deserted beach? Drink champagne on the edge of a dramatic cliff while watching the waves hit the shore? Read poetry out loud to one another with the sounds of the ocean as a backing score?

Buy someone you love a handmade gift off etsy or from a local market? Support artists and craftsmen with integrity and talent? Boycott soulless commercialism?

Cook someone you love an impressive three course dinner? Something completely out of the ordinary? Roll sushi, bone a duck, make handmade ravioli? Prepare a rich chocolate mousse for desert?

Ban electricity for an entire day? Instead of watching TV and surfing the Internet play boardgames and have long philosophical conversations? Prepare a raw salad for dinner and eat it by candlelight with hand-squeezed orange juice? Go to bed early with a candle and some knitting?

Write a list of everything and everyone you're grateful for in your best attempt at calligraphy? Stick it above your bed and read it every night and feel lucky and blessed as you fall asleep?

Do something lovely for a complete stranger? Donate to charity, visit a nursing home, plant a tree in the nearest park, pick up rubbish, sign up for a volunteer conservation group?

Banquet for no eating

2010-02-03T22:44:00.009+11:00

My favourite Australian artist? That's easy.
George Baldessin.

The Dancers, 1963

The tea cup, 1967

Pear version Number 2, 1971

Banquet for no eating (with assorted fetishes), 1971

Ropewalker, 1964

MM and chair

A retrospective of his work is now showing at the TarraWarra Museum of Art, Healsville, Victoria.