Beach Photoshoot.

In the past, when we were back in school, Chloe and I would go on little fake photoshoots, with our point and shoot cameras. It was always an enjoyable and fun way to spend time together. Last Saturday we decided to make a day of it. Armed with my DSLR, a couple of bags of clothes and Chloe's model like features, we ventured to the Gold Coast for the day. The temperature was fiercely hot and bore down on us, however, we still managed to get some amazing shots; and a darker tan for Chloe and burnt skin for me. The below images are just a preview of our shoot, to view all of the ones I have edited thus far, click here.

Addicted.

Sometimes I go places; and usually I will see people at these places. On Thursday night it was my dear friend Savannah's birthday. She is a designer/photographer and had two artworks at an exhibition called Pint Size, held by IncStamp. So I ventured into West End to wish her a happy birthday and support her creativeness. 

I had terrible trouble choosing an outfit for this evening and I was adamant on the inclusion of my new socks. You see, Savannah and I love the shop Gorman but their prices are a little out of our student life budget, so we like to purchase their affordable socks (i'm addicted)!  The shoes are from Sportsgirl and the dress I found earlier on in the year for my birthday. I was turning 21 and wanted to find a cute party dress and eventually came across this one in a boutique in Elizabeth Street Arcade. The beauty of this dress is that it can be worn a couple of different ways; this was my first time wearing it off the shoulders. And I usually like to finish an outfit with a bold lipstick colour from M.A.C.

Hot Damn!

This is my amazingly beautiful friend Chloe. My life is complete with her in it. Today I took some photographs of her. Here are a selection of my favourites.

Devilishly Murderous.

Honestly, I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of the things I might say,
Of the way my mind works.
My anger is misguided,
My bitterness is not deserved.
I know i'm better than this,
but there's and underlying darkness trying to escape.
The corner of my mouth turns into a smirk.
This darkness is calming,
It extinguishes the anger and the pain inside.
My mind is troubling,
maybe even murderous.

Yesterday evening I attended my friend Simonne's housewarming. She's actually a hairdresser and is the one who styled my hair to give me the ombre look I am currently rocking. She's fabulous and in the future is looking to open her own salon. I then left and headed to the Five Sisters Art House in West End, for the EP launch of the delightful Wafia Al- Rikabi. Her voice has a unique sound that is wonderfully soothing and pleasant to listen to. She is humble and sweet in nature and is so deserving of her successes. Check out her music, it's a perfect way to spend an evening.

This outfit, I am wearing a Mink Pink shirt dress, my new Gorman socks with my vans, a bag I bought from Steve Madden in New York and an orange necklace to tie it all together, from a local designer, Bark Accessories, who exhibited at the Ekka last year. 

Casual Summer Wears.

Life, currently, is hard to comprehend; it's an unusual time. I'm at a bit of a loss and not my usual self. However, I still manage to tilt my head to the side in these photo's. I've also been expanding my creative horizons and writing verses that i like to think of as poetry. I'm not sure if it's any good but at least I have an outlet for all of the craziness going on in my mind. Here is the newest one:


Grief

I wish I could hide behind tinted glass, avoid the stolen glances.
Though it seems as though all light is directed on me.
My face is streaked red, my sorrow so clear for everyone.
I want to hide it away, I don't want people knowing.
These feelings are private, but tears parade them to the world.
I am grieving, this pain so clear.

This my friends, is what I wore yesterday whilst going about my daily business and then going to the fake city beach, more commonly know as South Bank. The top is a reoccurring one from General Pants, the skirt I purchased from Urban Outfitters and the thongs are just a pair of Havaianas. Enjoy.

Frock it.

I watched you exhale, my heart would stop.
You then inhaled.

I watched you exhale, my heart would stop.
Again, you then inhaled.

I spent the night by your side,
 holding your hand.

We knew our time with you was drawing to a close.

Your breathing became more withered,
the pace slowing down.

We waited for your time to come,
for you to be lifted up.

I watched you exhale,
my heart stopped; so had yours.

Grandad. may you forever rest in piece.

I wrote that for my Grandfather, Tom, who was taken home in the early hours of yesterday morning.

I went for a surprise adventure with some lovely friends yesterday. We went to a secret forest and had a picnic for lunch, it was a nice, peaceful afternoon. The requirements I had were to wear inclosed shoes and to bring a camera. This is the look that transpired. I was under the pretense that we were going for coffee so I assumed a dress would be fine... it was alright but meant I was unable to swing from the tree tops.

The jumper is one I bought a couple of sizes too big from Jay Jays. My dress was one I just throw on for a casual look, from Dotti. The bag is Cotton On, and of course, these fabulous shoes are my Docs. I got them for a pretty good price when in New York!

I've got the funk.

I've noticed that in these photo's of myself, I apparently tip my head to the side; it's slightly so evident in this picture as well. It's a subconscious thing I do... maybe I think I look better on the side... who knows. I can assure you though, that it is not some condition and on normal occasions my head is ever so straight.

Despite slogging it at work and some hectic storms, i've had an enjoyable past 30 hours or so. I've put together some words to creatively describe how I spent yesterday evening, with my lovely friend Savannah. I guess you could call it a poem or sorts. Here it goes.

We've Got the Funk

The lights are dimmed,
We take sides of the room.
The music bounces off the walls,
Our bodies react...and so it begins.

We thrash to and fro,
our moves most awkward.
Your figure is hardly visible,
though your presence is large by my side.
We do not criticise,
We do not judge.
We've got the funk,
and it's all so fine.

The above outfit I am wearing my high waisted shorts, which I purchased in New York from American Apparel; they are the shortest anything that I own. The top is the second one I bought, mentioned in a previous post, from General Pants Co. I decided to tie it at the front with a hair band as its normal length made it finish roughly an inch above my shorts, and people could potentially believe I decided to go pantless otherwise.