blogdolly anna.....

Edit: 27/11/09.....Auckland, we have our very own street blog. If you haven't already, get thee to Auckland Street Style.

'I don't wanna go to my room!'

First off, apologies to my little sis for wrecking her room...but to be fair, her room's a bombsite anyway and she never makes her bed, so I don't feel major guilts...hee hee. Revenge is mine for all the times she nicks off with my stuff or chills in my room watching DVDs when I'm out and leaves cookie crumbs in my side of the bed!!!! Argh!

We went to the Albany Lakes and me thinks the people thought I was a bit strange.

Big R thought I looked like a big doll....those scary anatomically correct ones you buy from The Warehouse that are nudie rudies.

Oh well, I just had fun acting up like a naughty kid who's not allowed a treat 'til after dinner.

"Whaddya mean I can't have a cookie?"

blouse: just jeans

leather 'Riderz' shorts: trade me

two-tone tights: trade me

boots: Doc's from Pat Menzies

attitude: all mine

teddy: lil sis

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a thumb princess.....

The shot I think of most when I think of Daul.....
I feel a little sad, quite shocked and don't really know what to say? I had literally blogged yesterday, giving Daul Kim a mention and now she's gone..............

I have just got back from finishing my tattoo (ow!) and only found out about her tragic death in Paris, from a comment left on my post.

I know how I feel now...it's like "SHIT!" "MAN!" F@%K! Only 20 years old and such a beautiful and honest essence. I enjoyed her blog I Like To Fork Myself (where there are hundreds of comments and counting), I adored her look and was even considering a change of hair colour.

There's gonna be a lot of blog posts about this tragedy and many tributes to her in image form.

Here's my fave ever editorial of hers from Vogue Korea March 2006.

images sourced from asian models blog

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i found a golden ticket....

I feel like Charlie Bucket. The other day, bored, strolling past the magazine slash diary slash Lotto shop, wondering if I should punish myself by going in. This place has a tendency to be filled with the usual commercial rubbish and it IS a punishment when you're in the need of a decent magazine fix. Bite the bullet (that can't be good for my teeth?), rock on in (okay, embellishing a bit, I entered in a normal fashion), me to the lovely lady, "Do you guys sell Frankie?" "Mmm...no, we only sell what people ask for." Hmmmm, so that makes me.......?

Anyways...sometimes it pays not to judge. I kept looking around and lovingly nestled (read: horrifyingly and undeservedly thrust!) between NW, Cleo and some other mundane "fashion tat"......POP MAGAZINE> ISSUE 21.

Actually, 2 copies-each of the Tavi covers. Strike me down, I don't friggin' believe it!! Here. In Westfield WestCity. I take back my rant in the previous post---okay, no, bit hasty, I issue a "Blandness Pass-Single Use Only, Not For Resale."

$24.60 lighter in pocket, 54kg lighter in step (floating!) and nearly 12 minutes older from the deliberation over which cover to pick, I left with (what I think is) a little bit of fashion iconography and a sense of finding the 5th Golden Ticket....

Some of you might find this a mix of stupid, who gives a flying s#$t and what's the big deal? Hmmm, for me? BIG deal. HUGE. I'm kinda proud of it AND it's a well wicked read. Definitely destined to live in the DO NOT DEFACE pile.

Russh...sigh. My sub doesn't start til next issue..aarrgggh! Wondered why every other blogger was goin' on about it and I'm thinking some freaky bastard had stolen my copy........so had to buy my own.....

Latest girl re:crush...espesh since she blonded.....

This is also the reason I've bloggernated the past few days, no outfits to post...do you really wanna see my jarmies?...I've been greedily absorbing every last page of my maggy haul. Pop, Russh, FQ (hmmm, disappointing) and Frankie. That's a lot to read through!! I've mentally spent thousands and mentalogged several outfits I can't wait to unleash on the unsuspecting Westies around here. Better prepare for the stares, whispers, cackles and the odd shout of "Freak!"

Issue 32....found you!

This Zimmerman jacket is in the "Note to Self" fashion spread at $495AU....

Here's my floral jacket....a coupla bucka....wohoo!

Big R has a gig tonight, but cannot attend for I am nil by mouth (of alcohol) and am required to be fully non-bleedy and stone cold sober tomorrow. Finally the last session of colour work on my tattoo...YAY!

Sorry to make your eyes bleed....promise to post stuff you give a stuff about, like outfits!

Later Chickadees xxx

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earn my stripes.....

Big R had a gig on Friday, so it goes without saying (though I am actually saying it anyway-go figure) that I had to go shopping for a little something new. So shop I did. Well, I tried. Malls in Auckland suck the big, fat, kumara (a sweet potato for those of the non-Kiwi persuasion). Westfield is like a giant block of blue vein cheese. Harbouring stinky cheesiness beneath it's plastic wrapping, it's overpriced for what it is, pretty much everyone goes there and it's just full of grotty mould. Obviously, yes, I spend buckas there but usually on the same same that are basics or necessities. But if you want that something different? Forget abouddit! Thing is, why did I even bother? I knew I was heading for the Kingdom of Averageness! What a dick!Frustrated and empty handed, I had to rethink my 'gig outfit', came up with a beaut mix of vintage, chain store and duct tape (I'll explain in another post!) and have vowed to avoid Westfields like the plague...except for work, of course.
Righto, rant done....shop-pong outfit that is now tainted with the stink of cheese....(must re-wear for cooler outing to evoke better memories than the rancid taste of disappointment).

shirt: trade me

white tank: mens singlet from the warehouse

grey oversized tee: kmart

patent thin belt: jay jays

zebra tights: equip

wedges: acne atacoma's

crochet bag: trade me

fedora: jay jays

bangles: diva

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I'm on a mutha f@#$ing boat....

Why I thought of this vulgar, profanity riddled "song", when getting ready, I do not know. Though amusing at the time of it's release-for about the first day...I actually hated it!! With a passion. And it resurfaced while doing this post and now my head hurts. Big R wants me to "Stop whistling that stupid f#$%ing song!" I've politely informed him it's not a song...it's two white dudes talking/swearing to look cool and in a rather pathetic attempt to be funny, while an auto-tuned beyond recognition African American fellow boasts about fornicating with a half woman-half fish...ew....on a boat.

But I've wasted enough time on that...

These shots were kind of taken in a rush, so apologies. I spent rather a long time fart-arsing around with the sock/no sock and sandals combo, getting Big R to see them on...whaddya think?....and now off....whaddya reckon? Which looks better? Which do think? What do you like? Big R knew to get me out the door, he had to carefully survey, ponder seriously, then deliver his verdict. But he didn't. He waved it off saying, "Whatever babe, it looks fine both ways. Do whatever you want." BIG mistake. BIG. HUGE. This tacked on an extra 15 minutes.

I had already mused this outfit in a previous post and got to put it into action...Yay!

Excuse my legs...not my best feature....

nautical blazer: thrifted

strpied bodysuit: valleygirl

floral hi-waist shorts: trade me

belt: thrifted

vintage back-pack: trade me

tassel necklace: the warehouse

mock croc wedges: glassons

But we weren't going on a boat. We went to a BBQ. Where I took off my socks and shoes the moment we arrived. Oh well......

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kiwi d.i.y...she'll be right with some no.8 wire....

This is what I was up to last week. Stuff sprawled on the lounge room floor, yelling at Big R every time he shoulder shadowed me, asked "What are you doing?" or (like a typical male around tools and things requiring technical effort) suggesting 'how-to' and 'why don't I just...'
Bless him.
I know I've seen something similar done before somewhere and thought it was a brilliant idea. So here's my attempt, with a picture in my head, scissors in hand and the modern day version of no.8 wire-safety pins........

Check out the soles on these bad boys!

headscarf: random satin sash

dress: diy (mens tank from the warehouse, 2x packs of safety pins)

leggings: dotti

shoes: siren 'hope'

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jump...for my love, jump in....

dress: trade me

belt: equip

tights: farmers

patent jazz shoes: no1 shoe warehouse

belt from dress worn as cuff

I rediscovered an old love...my teddy bear backpack. Tacky gorgeous little fella he is-yes, he's a boy though anatomically incorrect to be classed as so. So I took him out for the day to show him he is still loved, even though he really is juvenile and (don't tell him I told you) a bit on the musty smelling side. I didn't want to wash away any memories, so we went out drenched in black xs.

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get thee some boat shoes, pronto.....

I was eyeing this style of shoe last year, I shit you not.

In No1 Shoe Warehouse, standing in front of this oversized hangsell wall of mens shoes, I spied a bunch of boat shoes and my brain cogs turned. Half jokingly, kinda testing the water, I said to Big R, "I'm gonna bring those back!" He laughed a hearty laugh with a tinge of I-feel-sorry-for-you-I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that.

Take it as a no then? My heart forlorn, my dreams crushed and my personal style in question, I hung the size 6 mens tan and blue boat shoe back with his other $29.95 buddies.



And then these were released...................






Pointer for Karen Walker "Alice" boat shoe. A cutie little shoe that won't be released until February 2010, but a limited number are available from Karen Walker stores at a price of $260 and featured in Sunday magazine as the coveted Shoe of the Week!!!!

Stripe bodysuit, highwaisted shorts, denim shirt, blazer......boat shoes!!!

Now every fashionista will be elbowing others out the way for the cheaper version of/inspired by/a nod to the "Alice" shoe....and yeah, I'll be one of them. Argh! I'm so pissed at Big R right now!!!

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green with envy of Derek Zoolander.....

No hat?

Or hat?

I have never had a sufficient set of you-know-whats (starts with 'b' ends with 'alls') to give this blazer a go-which is a shame cos it's a ridiculously good looking puppy. Every time I put it on and I'm about to walk out the door....off it comes, back on the hanger, back into the closet.

I guess it's because of the vibrant shade of green and the zany button front that it needs to be the right day, right time and right frame of mind.

One of the countless dvds we watched this weekend was Zoolander and it got me to thinking, "Who cares? So what? What's the worst that can happen? Someone thinks I look stupid? Someone laughs? Someone wonders if I got dressed in the dark? If I wear that blazer, it won't cause the world to come crashing down around me and should I give a shit what others think?"

Cue Sunday morning. Family get together.....I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it, do it, do it, do it!!

AND I DID.......................................................until I got to the front door. I made Big R wait, car running, while I changed into another jacket. So angry at myself.

Bloody phone started going off....

My fave heeled brogues...

Maybe I should just sell it on trade me. Maybe someone else should have the chance to give it the wearing it deserves, with a kick-ass outfit and a hint of 'Blue Steel'.

Any suggestions on an outfit that could give me some mojo in this blazer? Or should I just let it go?

blazer: thrifted

shorts: DIY jeanswest jeans

quilted chain bag: LuxuryCeleb

brogues: boston & bailey

hat: jay jays

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