I've decided against resolutions per se, because I like talking the talk but fail to walk the resolution walk. From now on it's all about RULES.
One for every month till my impending 25th Birthday.
Rule #1 - Thou Shalt Not Throw Money Off The Roof of Curtain House
Cookie. Toff. Rooftop.
I bid you adieu.
Rule #2 - Thou Shalt Not Smoke
Haven't we heard this before?
Rule #3 - Thou Shalt Drink in Moderation, Rarely
I'm sure we've heard that one before. Read more
I'm going to Sydney.
I'm staying with this little bundle of trouble.
And we have more partners in crime.
To go to this.
Happy New Year!
Joyeux Noel
1. Nachos make the world go around
2. You can't have Girlhang without Magners or Bulmers
3. Herradura is not the right choice of Tequila in Margeritas
4. Claire makes amazing breakfasts at Workshop, for me only!
5. Don't get between me and my nachos
and all I got was this shitty photo.
Imagine my surprise to find Mr Preston book signing right at the exact moment my hangover took me to David Jones Foodhall to eat a massive plate of Lasagne on my lunchbreak.
We discussed his Pucci crevat, the fact that I only made it through the first round of the Masterchef auditions, how I shouldn't worry because food critics have more fun and can get pissed and expense everything.
It seriously took me about half an hour to muster up the courage to go and get a flick with him, the only thing that pushed me over the edge was the thought 'what would claire do?'
Whenever I hang out with these people I always wake up with photos of balls and tits on my camera. Last weekend being no exception, I'll spare you the gingerest pubes I have ever seen in my life and instead just share some Nitty with you.
Usually it Nitty's balls on my camera but this time he was too busy trying to Read more
I restrained myself from saying 'all I want for Christmas' as you all know that its not going to be something modest and unassuming like such a wording suggests.
Instead this is what I motherfucking want for motherfucking christmas. Let it rain middle class status seeking capitalism all over me.
1. Money
Sorry but it makes the world go round, and whilst I love my job it doesn't pay half as grand as all the other jobs I've had and I'm a little sick of worrying about money.
I just want to be able to drink Cocktails at Cookie whenever I like, eat at Longrain whenever I like, go to Vue du Monde and not have to take out a loan and catch cabs everywhere instead of navigating the pavement in my suede Bally pumps.
So if Santa could please drop a wad of neverending cash down my chimney it would be much appreciated.
2. Garms
Just get me a Net-a-Porter voucher and i will buy the Miu Miu motorcycle boots, Rebecca Taylor Rabbit Gillet and Helmut Lang leather jacket and everything else that's on my wishlist. While we're at it I need a new Handbag, Balenciaga or Chloe will do and some shoes to match would be handy. Take me to Miss Louise and shower me in McQueen and Sergio Rossi. Story of my life.
I accumulated a ridiculous amount of sneakers and tee shirts over the years and now they sit neatly folded, like in a store, in colour order in my cupboard. These are the ones I could bring myself to get rid of, I still have a cupboard full that I couldn't, despite the fact that I only ever wear them around the house.
I need to speak to a Buddhist about only owning 13 things, as opposed to owning thirteen colourways of one thing.
A quick happy birthday to the one and only Miglet.
Searching through the archives I came across these bad boys which I had to share. If you remember correctly it was about forty degrees out and we were supposed to be saving ourselves for the following day long celebration at Workshop.
Instead we got absolutely fuckeyed at Three Below with Toby, Jamie, Strewbs and Hayden and carried on to Section 8 and god knows where before I lost everyone. Then eventually I was found wandering down Swanston St unable to walk by Hayden, who literally carried me into the arms of a very unhappy boyfriend, who's birthday it had just become as the clock struck midnight.
Ah well these things happen, I think a Three Below reunion is instore sometime soon, hopefully we can do it all again Saturday night! Bon anniversaire!
McQueen again, what can I say? He speaks my language. Sexy and Expensive.
Now credit where credit is due, Dolce & Gabanna have been doing bustiers and corset dresses since the dawn of time and they are some of the hottest classic garments going around. Unfortunately I am not Italian (read anorexic) nor am I particularly rich (read: Amex will never be credit card me again) and the ratio of boob to waist makes sure that nothing by D&G ever fits me. I feel like sending their fit models some Macca's as the bitches are clearly malnourished.
Anyway back to McQueen. Read more
