I feel fat.

that is all.

The Taylor Debate.

Regardless of what people say...

Well, part of me DOES agree that she should dress her own age and look up "conservative" in the dictionary and put it into practise.

HOWEVER, the jealous, envious side of me wishes I could look like her.

I love her hair, and her body.

And to be honest, if I looked as gorgeous as she does I would show it off too.

I'm torn between my morals and my fashion instincts

MAKEOVER TIME!

Howdy!

Okay.
So.
The more fashion blogs I read, along with just blogs in general, the more I come to realise that my blog, to put it bluntly, sucks balls.
Literally.
It doesn't seem to have that "spark" that catches people's eye.
Or that "X-factor" that keeps people coming back for more.
Maybe I shouldn't be discussing this considering I have no followers but, since it is the start of the summer holidays I am determined to jazz up my blog AND GET ME SOME FOLLOWERS :).

In doing so, it may give me at least a smidgeon of motivation to actually blog more as opposed to sitting around on facebook thinking "I should so blog right now, I have the perfect thing to say...eh I can't be arsed". So that is my goal for the summer, to kickstart a fabulous fashion blog!
I can already see epic failure on the horizon -sigh-.

On a more happier note I totally underwent a blog make-over! Re-doing my layout and header.

I am in love with the image I chose for my header, however I do not possess the amazing talent to take such a majestic photograph myself. Therefore I feel it is a MUST to recognise the young Australian (YAY! AUSTRALIAN! LIKE ME :D!) girls who took the photograph as well as the ones from my previous "inspiration" post (only one of the photo's is not theirs and it's from Cobrasnake).

http://nirrimiphotography.carbonmade.com/

Now that I'm on a roll writing, I should take this oppurtunity to give you an update on my life.
Well, nothing major has happened.

Oh.
Actually.
WAIT.
IT HAS.
I LIED.

Sometimes I just have a few months of contineous "fml" moments. Since my very naive and innocent first blog all the way back in September I have broken up with my so-called "perfect boyfriend". To even call him my boyfriend makes me want to throw up a little, he honesly disgusts me. To make matters worse.

HE BROKE UP WITH ME FOUR DAYS BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY.

Well a big FUCK YOU buddy. I am sorry that I am not good enough for you and that I am not worth the time or the effort to be with. GO GET FUCKED.
OH WAIT HE ALREADY HAS!
STUPID HYPOCRITICAL CAN'T KEEP IT IN HIS PANTS WHORE!
RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-STOPS-
-BREATHES-
Oh gosh, now I remember why I avoided discussing personal issues in the first place. My pshycho-maniac side of me will take over and I will start raging until the early hours of the morning. Grah, woe is me.


Anyway, moving on from that horrendeous wasted period of my young life, came an even more dramatic "fuck am I getting punked" moment. The other weekend my dear stupid father organised a family dinner with his girlfriends family along with my two brothers and myself. Sure, I thought, it will only be four or five people, I can deal with it.

I got there.
35 PEOPLE WERE THERE?!
WHAT THE?!
Okay...this is hell weird.
So for a few hours the usual happens, we get ignored, we get bored, we get abused and bitched about. Then we are all called into the kitchen. All 35 of us. My father sickeningly starts a soppy story about going out to dinner with his "girlfriend" four months ago.
THEN CA-CHING CA-CHING HELLO!
WE ARE ENGAGED!
WHAT?!
Four months, engaged? not telling us?!
My brothers and I were gobsmacked.
BUT WAIT-THERE'S MORE, TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, THEY DIDN'T WANT A BIGARSE PRETTY WEDDING, Oh no, the were GETTING MARRIED RIGHT THEN AND THERE!
Another WHAT THE?!

This was another rage moment, so I burst into tears and stormed out.
Going to my dad's sisters house (they both hate each other) and got drunk with my hot cousin.
Gah. I can't say that.
Fuck it.
I can.

Sometimes I feel like I am in Neighbours.
Although with many other stupid things have happened since, I am not going to dwell and please note I AM NOT LOOKING FOR SYMPATHY. I was merely giving you an update.
I am such a drama queen.
I should stick to inspiration and criticising fashion shows!

Hmmmm...

I smell pasta...

I'm off to go get fat.

Til next post,

Ciao

ox

Just A Little Bit of Inspiration.

Just some photo's I gain some in-spi-ration from.

I have lost the links, unfortunately.

HOWEVER, I shall post it in my next blog as the photographer's/websites truely do deserve some recognition!

xx

RIP Daul Kim.

When I heard about this tragedy I was truely shocked. My arms got covered in goosebumps and the hair on my arms stood up while I was reading some of the news articles.

It is absolutely horrible that such a young, gorgeous, lovely girl could feel so alone and depressed. Suicide is one of the most horrible ways to die :(.

However, due to all the media attention it has sparked, fingers crossed it will raise the awareness of depression and suicide helping other people, particularly family and friends to recognise the signs and symptoms to therefore save someone's life before it is too late <3.

RIP DAUL KIM, May you rest in peace.

My thoughts and prayers go out to all your friends and family.

In My Wardrobe I Wish These Would Magically Appear.

Knee-high gladiator sandals.

They are amazing, I really wanted to get them when Gladiators first became popular (Late 2007/2008) but I never had the nerve. Thankfully a year later they are still madly popular and you can get them anywhere so I have made an aim that this summer I am going to rock these shoes like there is no tomorrow.

Unfortunatly, I couldn't find any nice pictures to demonstrate the excellence and greatness of these very shoes. However, I am sure you could imagine how wonderfully they would go with denim short shorts and a blouse or a pretty flowy mini-dress and belt.

GAHH! I WANT I WANT I WANT!

I wonder if i wish hard enough they will magically appear in my wardrobe.

5 hours.

I have always briefly known who Anna Wintour is, but I never took it upon myself to really research into her and get to know her in depth. So last night I ventured into Google and the totally "trust-worthy" Wikipedia and read through biographies and biographies of Miss Anna Wintour. 5 hours worth. Literally, 5 hours worth. Instead of doing my routine fashion blog check of my select favourites and talking to my friends on IM, I sat until the wee hours of the morning to read up on this amazing icon.
My aim in life is to become a successful fashion journalist/stylist, fingers crossed, in a prostegious magazine such as Vogue, or even Cleo/Cosmopolitan. Anna has become my inspiration, I wish to be like her, I aspire to have the same level of self-discipline and motivation as she holds more so than her distant persona of being "cold" and "icy" or a more common phrase to sum it up, "a bitch". Even though I do not personally know Miss Wintour, so I can only make presumptions and talk from my own personal opinion, from seeing a few select interviews, I do not believe her to be a "bitch" I personally believe she is just a determined woman who knows what she wants and how to get it, and whether or not that means stepping on a few people's toes I believe it's okay, I was watching an interview on 60 minutes and she said something along the lines of "we are here to do a job" (that is NOT a direct quote, I was just summing up what she said), I took it to mean that she does not feel the need to be best friends with everyone in the office as she is not there to make friends, she is there to produce a high-class, fantastic magazine.
Although she did mention she has been working with some of her co-workers for over 20 years.

I was particularly fond of her support for young designers and her role in kicking off careers of designers such as John Galliano, who without her assistants would "not be working in the house of Dior today".

Unfortunatly I did not know about "The September Issue" until recently and did not get to catch it in cinema's, but I am eagerly awaiting it's arrival to the shops so I can go out and purchase it ASAP!

Anna Wintour= My Hero.