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Author Archives: Sophie D
Marketing That Doesn’t Make Sense
I am going to go against my religion and hate on George Clooney.
No easy feat when he looks like this:
And lives in a mansion on Lake Como in Italy and rides around on his scooter being nice to the locals and buying bread of little old Nona’s. Like a debonair modern day robin hood with stubble.
I don’t know if the Nona part is true but don’t ruin the fantasy thank you very much.
Anyway George is schlepping Nespresso, the Nestle owned company that manufacturers domestic expresso makers. Read More
Now Hiring
Someone, let’s just call them a genius, once likened dating people to going for job interviews.
Despite the fact that you sit there for an hour or so, nervously attempting to say the right things and be the right person, half the time you don’t even want the job.
Then there are some jobs that want you really badly, but you’d rather shave your head and give up Chanel beauty products than schlep it to work with them every day.
Then there are the worst kinds of jobs when the job you really want is actually a real asshole who, despite treating you like a princess and doing all the right things, never calls you back to make a formal offer.
But whatever the job, even when you don’t want the job, when you interview you have to pretend like the only thing in the world you want is that very job. Read More
Well Heeled
There are two things that are very quintessentially not me.
1. Liking Christian Louboutin
2. Hating Expensive Footwear
However the abomination of footwear design that was Autumn/Winter 2009 has made both of these horrors a reality.
Crimes of Burberry
‘Marie Antoinette vomitted suede on my shoes’ by Tabitha Simmons
Alligator Abomination by Givenchy, a steal at £868
We all know that I am not fashion forward. I still watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s for style advice and live in nice jeans, nice dresses and nice jackets. I rarely buy anything that I cannot justify as being ‘sexy’ or ‘classic’ on some level, be it a plain white teeshirt or a Bally boot or a Jacobs bag. I don’t really follow trends because I never seem to be able to execute them. Read More
Want of the Week
Alexander McQueen Knuckleduster
I am serious about buying this, just have to work out a way to circumvent the whole US only shipping policy on the website.
Coming to a knuckle near you.
Men I Couldn’t Smoke
No matter how much I would like too.
Girls that read the musings of the one and only Lady SJ would be familiar with her Men I’d Like To Smoke series that I just completely took a bite out of and stole for consumption here (Thanks!)
Except instead of showcasing an array of men I would like to feast on and detailing why, I have decided to showcase to you the odd man in the universe that I wouldn’t like to feast on. Read More
Missbehaving
Not supposed to be shopping.
Supposed to be saving for imminent departure overseas to take on world.
Where I can use money derived by resilient strength of the Euro and high flying fashion job to buy Balmain on sale in Paris and Marc Jacobs on sale in New York.
In the meantime however, preparing to take on the world requires:
Luella Blazer – particularly with the recent news that Luella is the latest house to stop trading. Very sad news indeed.
J Brand Denim Shorts, pretty sure J Brand is the new True Religion or Hudson, meaning the new ridiculously overpriced denim championed by Posh Spice, but fuck her she ain’t got hips and they’d fall off, these shorts are so dope! So summer, so Cider, so happy! And the fact that I paid $46 USD instead of $299 AUD from Cactus Jam makes me very very happy.
Bitches in the Living Room
The very edited version of my four day weekend, of which every night I got home after 2am and got up at 7am to go to work all day to get back to rooftop at 5pm and drain another ten jugs of Sangria by 7pm and head out with the girls at 10pm. I am now officially the master of going to work drunk, eating pizza and coke from McDonalds for breakfast and getting back on the wagon.
Tis the Season.
Come home Lady Sarah Jane.
Another Day, Another Drink
The usual
Too much time at Cookie
Macaron obsession courtesy of Cafe Vue
Negroni Spiders at Sweatshop
More time at Section 8
RIP another Nokia E63
Lounge has $9 Jugs every single day!
Work Christmas Parties
Another attempted ‘week off’ sabotaged
Nutbush City Limits
Luna Park
Happy Birthday Spooney!
Bye Bye November