La Clique: What I was banging on about

So, a while ago I blogged about La CLique. This is what I was talking about.

Neeed I say more?

Headspace update

It's been a while since I've blogged, and there's been such a lot going on, I thought it might be nice to get it all out here.

So, I have made some inroads to becoming a stylist. I have done some assistant styling with a great operator Renee Brown. She's a fashion stylist, very well established in Melbourne and I was lcuky to help her put five shows together for the Loreal Fashion Festival. It was great fun, although to be honest, I'm not thinking that fashion styling is really my thing. Dressing models can be a hoot and all, but I am thinking of doing something a bit more... sustainable.. substantial? Not really sure of the right word here.

Then I assisted an amazing stylist and designer Alez Zabotto-Bentley in putting on a massive event for Vodafone at a bar called the Lexington in the city. This guy has an endless well of energy to cast from, and I really learned to keep my eyes open, that I need to develop an intimate knowledge of my surroundings and to keep commited to the vision at all times. I was very lucky to be working with him, a little beyond my experience level at the moment.

Still, it would be nice if he paid me.

I am now starting work with Kim Hallis. She styles apartments and houses for re-sale and has a massive warehouse full of furniture and furnishings to do her work. She seems pretty amazing too, although it's early days yet.

My savings are dwindling considerably and I really need to secure a reliable income. That is my objective for this week - I imagine it will involve some customer service, maybe f+b, but maybe not. I am turning lots of stones.

Other than that, I am in good spirits. Look, I have good days and not so good. Days when I let the financial concerns get the better of me. But I am trying to just live normally, trusting that the universe will look after me, and that I too, will not let myself hit redundancy, just as I won't let myself get out of shape.

In the middle of all it all is uni. I love it, it is keeping me sane. No small task...

Inspiration: Elmgreen and Dragset

Conceptual art can be hit or miss, but this hot homo duo from Denmark and Norway have good aim. Their work is emotive, multi layered and beautifully executed.

Take for example Prada Marfa, Texas, 2005: by a desert highway the duo have constructed a Prada boutique. The building juts out of the baron landscape like a first tooth. It is much like any urban Prada boutique with clean lines, aqua glass fronatge and embellished awanings. Only this boutique is never to be open, it's shoes and handbags are never to be tried on or purchased, despite being picked by Muiccia Prada herself. Instead the shop is left to degrade in the desert over time, hence monumetalising an institution that is otherwise obsessed with the new.

More on Elmgreen and Dragset later...

Prada Marfa, Texas 2005

You Rock: Annie Lennox

So, not only has she one of the most incredible voices I have ever laid my ears on, nor has she provided the world with some of the best songs of my time, and some of the best music videos of my adolescence, but she is also an advocate of peace:

I don't believe that you can ever solve the problem of terrorism by acts of brutal retaliatory violence. I think the so-called war on terror is scandalous because it is a cover-up, and not a solution. It is in fact America's second Vietnam. I do not believe the Iraqi people are being liberated. They are being destroyed. I do not believe the planet can continue ad infinitum with our endless exploitation of its natural resources. I do not believe that human beings have ever created a political structure which works for the benefit of all, rather than the few.

She's ageing well too - no plastic fantastic there..

Funny: very.

Stolen: My beloved bike

To the dear person who stole my bike from Ripponlea Train Station sometime between Friday afternoon and Saturday afternoon,

Thank you.
You have no doubt unwittingly done me a great service. Perhaps at the bike shop I will meet the man of my dreams, (and so will he). Perhaps it will be the guy who helps me lodge my insurance claim, or perhaps I will just have a beautiful day selecting a new, sweeter set of wheels and matching helmet. Perhaps I would have been killed or had my legs amputated in a horrific accident had I mounted it, as intended, yesterday on my trip to the shops. Perhaps I was to fall prey to a bikey gang and end up being tortured in a totally un-hot manner.

I wish you all the best, and fear for you that your will need each of my good wishes. I only hope they carry some gravity. For from what I believe about the universe and all that, is that those who steal are destined to be stolen from. Maybe this has already happened.