essence of lazy grey day

There, a smile. Are you happy now?

Hooded figure hiding in the bushes.

It's all good in the hood.

Bows on toes.

Arty jewellery shot time!

essence of peach pie

Yep... another set of blurry night images. I'm sorry! It gets so dark so early!

essence of nowhere

I don't particularly like this image, but it was the only one I was able to get, and I really couldn't be bothered going out and getting another one taken, so it'll have to do. The "dress" is actually a skirt, but it's sooooo looooong. I found it dumped in my sister's wardrobe and I'd been looking for it for AGES.

I watched "Nowhere Boy" today and absolutely loved it, cried, giggled, gasped. Not that it was very funny or shocking. It made a lot of sense of quite a few of the Beatles songs. The actor for John Lennon was quite good, which was a bit of a surprise because I'd seen the same actor in a light-hearted teen comedy film, and they're not exactly renouned for having good actors... AND THE KID FROM LOVE ACTUALLY WAS THERE.

I shouted "THAT'S THE KID FROM LOVE ACTUALLY"
And then got a bit creeped out because he looked different and strange and older, and in my head he's always the kid from love actually, and he shouldn't ever never grow up. But he's also Ferb from Phineas and Ferb and that's a bit weird as well...

esssence of free

I used to shoo my dog out of the photos, but now I couldn't be bothered, so Otto will be in which ever photos he pleases.

essence of FUGLY

My (usually non-uniform) school's sports uniform is the ugliest thing in the history of all ugly things. It never looks good on anyone. Seriously. One would have to be a supermodel, and I'm talking Victoria's Secret, Milan catwalks supermodel.
It makes thin girls look like they're in a sack, normal girls look fat and... well, you get the picture.

essence of rantings

Ah. Yes. Rantings are not really my specialty (however they are the specialty of rantsesh) but I'm bored and it's cold and my grandparents are watching the telly so I'm going to rant. WAIT WAIT CONCENTRATION FAILING WHAT WAS I GOING TO RANT ABOUT oh right yes, good, I remember.
And yes, I do know that I could have not typed that moment seeing as you would NEVER HAVE TO KNOW but it was incase that the memory really had gone and I really want to actually post something.
Blogger is annoying me.
You know the little button up the top of blogger blogs that says "next blog"? I regularly click that out of boredom (note: boredom probably means "ugh I should do maths/Latin homework but I don't want to). And just about all of them are really boring, often families talking about mediocre things their wonderful kids did and how much they love god or people linking to random internet places. Seriously. I might as well do that Pliny-assing Latin.
And then I think "I wonder what people would think if they "next blogged" me."
Hmmmm.
Yeah.
No.
Okay.
I bet I seem really narcissistic. And annoying. I bet my blog would be boring to most people. And I bet they'd think I'm a real loser.

BUT I DON'T CARE.
I like blogging. It's fun, and theraputic... even if I am just uploading images of me making funny poses on my front deck. And it's weird that I'm writing this like I have lots of followers because I don't. I have two. Both of them are my friends, and both of them haven't been on in ages.

SO.
Yeah.
That's it.
I know it was pointless.
That was kind of the point.
Don't think about that.
You'll parodox yourself out.

essence of fixed

A ha! My favourite boots are fixed. I got them a couple of years ago in, wait for it... Paris. Yes, Paris. Je les aime. It's been really cold lately, and fashion and coldness doesn't mix in my head and world, so I'm not going to blog much. Or maybe I'll just blog with words.

essence of floppy

Sundays = floppiness.

This outfit is brought to you by the letter "pumpkin" and the number "soup".

The cardigan is meant to be orange but it came out red in the photos. Oh well. I'm sorry that the pictures are all pretty similar, but usually I have to shoot it in different places because the lighting's never quite right, but all these photos came out mighty fine.

P.S Can't wait for Doctor Who!

essence of a trend-following fairy

I'm not a huge trend-follower, but regardless of how wacky anyone seems, we're all following some kind of trend. There are only so many different types of people, music, fashion, whatever. Indie is almost becoming the new mainstream and it's official "cool" to be indie, or at least in the world that I'm involved in.

I went to Myers yesterday, down to the basement. Thank Dog we didn't go DJs (David Jones = EWWWWS). I need to get a new coat because I only have ONE coat that I have to wear day in day out (it gets cold in Melbourne) and two jumpers that are extrememly wide necked so they don't go with anything and one hoody. And I'm pretty damn allergic to cold. I hate it. I hate the cold. Everyone always says "oh, it's so much easier to accesorise in Winter" but fuck them, I hate it. People think I'm weird when I say I hate snow. There, I'm a weirdo. Not like it's big news to anyone.

But then again, everyone thinks they're a weirdo, of sorts. True weirdos are not people you would want to admit to being.

Also, I'm really sad that no-one is commenting on my blog. And by "no-one" really, the only person that would comment on my blog is Deborah, and she hasn't. Oh drat, I'm really bad at guilt-tripping. But I am good at pleading: please, Deborah, say something, please, pretty please.

Anyway, so these pictures are me being a trend follower, in some way, shape or form. And colourful.

essence of vintage skates

These were my aunt's many years ago (the seventies!)... I wore them all the time when I was 12, and surprisingly they still fit me. ILY skates. I've stolen my sister's new tights. I stole the glasses from a cinema as well (shhh)! The skirt and top are from Hong Kong, and the flower I got from a friend.

We had school photos today... I wasn't as colourful as I'd like, but it was a cool outfit. And it wasn't black, so...

essence of Regina

I posted a few nights ago that I was going to a Regina Spektor concert... IT WAS AMAZIIIIIIING. Truly, truly amazing.

I went with two of my friends, and we were really high up in the Palais Theatre, but we could still see the stage OK, and the sound was really good. And it's true what they say (they being people that have been to concerts) - everything is so much better live.

Regina didn't come til about nine, her supporting band, Jupiter One, were pretty cool, though. She did a lot of Far, but she did have her best old songs as well. And when she got up and sang by herself with the guitar it was quite hilarious.

She left, firstly, with "Summer in the City" but she was quite obviously planning an encore - everyone was clapping and shouting for one for ages (I let everyone else do the work for me after about 2 minutes!) and she finally came back and did the best of Begin to Hope.

I didn't wear the brownie dress... decided to wear my red skirt and suspenders with grey tights and I borrowed a friend's flats (she needed mine, so we swapped since I didn't care).

Strippers and guitarists have all the fun,
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