Sunday, February 28, 2010
A shirt with shopping bag attached! I don't think I could actually pull this off, but shirt-wise I love the brown buttons and crisp-ness
I want these pants! They also come in black and an icey blue which I think is becoming my new colour obsession, everything I've been drawn to today has been preppy, crisp, pale blue button down shirts and skinny pants.
*More on this later, one day, I assure you.
I love old men's magazine covers!
These ones were designed by a Mr George Lois and he's very famous.
My flatmate has a book about him at home which I spent a good hour leafing through on the weekend.
All images are from George's official website - go have a look! He didn't only do covers for esquire featuring sexy ladies, I just like these ones a lot.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Today we drove to an old quarry, about an hour and a half out of Auckland. In the late 1920s, the Wilson Cement Works was demolished and left to decay. From what I gather, the Mahurangi river then broke its banks and filled the quarry site with fresh water, ducks and the odd eel. The remains of the factory are now protected and loom broodingly over the quarry; but the water is beautiful and clear and you can jump off the willow-lined edges straight into it, with no fear of ever finding the bottom. The photos, again, from my nasty little camera phone.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Today we went to Savemart and I got a T Shirt with a crude picture of Mel Gibson as Braveheart on it, with the entire "THEY WILL NEVER TAKE OUR FREEDOM" speech on the back; some tiny old man pants with front pleats that end at my ankles; and a peachy beige shirt because I love neutral tones.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
"I had a boyfriend who told me I'd never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I'd fail. I said to him, 'Someday, when we're not together, you won't be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.'"
God Gaga rules. And righteous vindication also rules!
"What has our culture lost in 1980 that the avant-garde had in 1890? Ebullience, idealism, confidence, the belief that there was plenty of territory to explore, and above all the sense that art, in the most disinterested and noble way, could find the necessary metaphors by which a radically changing culture could be explained to its inhabitants."
Robert Hughes, The Shock of the New.
The people, ideas and art movements from the turn of the last century and the years loosley surrounding it have always fascinated me in a terribly unacademic and romantic way. There were so many things happening around the same time: modernity creeping in, the first world war brewing (with machine guns), bohemian artists collaborating in Paris, the last days of the Romonavs...
Further reading could include Hughes' The Shock of the New and Bohemian Paris: Picasso, Modigliani, Matisse, and the Birth of Modern Art.
Photo of a dancer from Diaghilev's Ballet Russes from here.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I developed a new habit recently, it usually manifests when I've had a bit (or a lot) to drink, and am either in my backyard by myself, or somewhere else with one or two other people. I've become addicted to watching clips from old Disney movies on YouTube.
The Monkey Song from the Jungle Book
Bear Necessities from the Jungle Book
I Just Can't Wait to be King from the Lion King
The Circle of Life from the Lion King
and one time, Under the Sea from the Little Mermaid.*
I think maybe everyone in my generation has secret hopes of doing this with our future (unfortunate) babies.
A few points to note: the 3G reception in my backyard is somewhat lacking and can cause these to take quite a while to load, but I persevere. The quality of most of these is low. They aren't actually music videos, and often you have to wait through a few minutes of boring (to drunk me) dialogue to get to 'the good bits'.
Anyway, all of this got a bit embarassing when I got my phone bill** and so to remedy this I have recently aquired the beginnings of what will eventually be a collection of every Disney film ever made.
This and all the thinly veiled racist anthropomorphism aside, I loved these movies to death and am really, really excited about watching them again. Particularly those which I've been watching clips from lately, and Beauty and the Beast which was the first movie I saw in theatres ever. That may or may not be a true fact but it's certainly the first I remember.
Wap bop a loo bop, a wap bam boom. Or something to that effect.
I personally intend to watch these films, enjoy their dewey eyes and musical interludes, and possibly engage in some intellectual and/or drunk discussion about Latinos being portrayed as hot blooded and criminally minded chihuahuas on Lady and the Tramp, African Americans as jive talking, scat singing monkeys and crows in the Jungle Book and Dumbo, and French men as CANDLESTICKS and CLOCKS in Beauty and the Beast. Or maybe I'll leave that to other people and just sing along.
Here and here are two other links you should click on.
*I just want you all to know that I watched/listened to these again, as I looked them up for the links, and as I type this am involuntarily nodding my head and tapping my feet along to Bare Necessities yet I am not drunk. It is that good.
*This isn't entirely true, it didn't cost me anything extra on my phone bill, but at some point did become embarassing. Hence why I'm sharing it with everyone on the internet.
Picture and quote from here
And none too soon, Auckland has been unbearbly hot and humid for the past week. And yes, I know that Melbourne gets ridiculously hot.
But last week we approached 100% humidity, which is the point at which your sweat can not dry on your body to cool you down. So this makes you feel much hotter - Gross, huh?
So a toast to today's very typical Auckland forecast: showers which will grow heavier, a maximum of 26 degrees, 87% humidity, with thunder and lightning in the afternoon. Sweet relief.
UPDATE: We are now at 95% humidity. What a bitch.
Picture from David Urbanke.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
As a reward, my flatmate and I have made a pact: in about a month we will do a topshop binge. We will be glorious in our fury (frenzy?) So far I want these things, all available from the toppest shop itself.
Other things I fantasise about owning include: an enormous cardigan coat, a shearling jacket like my friend's "She's Cracked" Karen Walker one, some flat beau coop boots from Good as Gold, and some pants from Ruby.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I think my new room is approximately the same size as yours.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Because I came home from one of the top five happiest weekends of my life, to find that my adorable flatmates have not only found a house for us all to live in, but found us an award winning 1930s-Art-Deco- New-Zealand-landmark-piece-of-architecture to live in.
Our new apartment featured in the founding issue of Building Today, New Zealand's first architectural magazine, in 1936. They had this to say about it:
‘And so the trend towards flat-dwelling was accentuated. To this is united, in Cintra, another powerful trend – modernism. . . . Cintra is modern – modern without being revolutionary, simply the logical use of materials adapted to the sane requirements of living. . . . Cintra is a triumph of compact planning. . . . Cintra is a very fine practical home for modern living’.
After years of living in pretty, if not practical, villas, I'm slightly nervous about living in an apartment. But this is probably the best way to go about it. Could this week BE any better?
What do you do when you start feeling a bit under the weather, and want to stave off a full blown* cold? I usually eat spoonfulls of UMF rich manuka honey, drink loads of lemon and ginger drinks and hope for the best...
*Is full blown even a real term?
The picture came from here
This weekend we (along with some kereru and tui) watched dear friends become husband and wife under a canopy of native trees, danced to gypsy music under the stars, forded rivers and built dams, dipped baguettes in nutella and star gazed around a campfire. We all saw the same shooting star.
Pictures of the Rimutaka national park from NZ Tramper.