Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Monday, February 23, 2009

Yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!


Instead of tackling the mountain of work i have to complete, i sat and watched green wing.It is absolutely hilarious though.




But now I am horribly behind.

Easy, don't get excited!


i cannot stop listening to Sufjan Stevens.


Careful, she's stark ravin' mad!


I went thrifting for the first time in a long time today.
spent R50 and got 3 dresses and 2 pairs of jeans.
Found the coolest denim shorts for my younger sister who is tall and skinny and can pull them off.

I am swamped with assignments.
no time.
little inspiration.

argh.

Rather scrawny, I'd say.


Little Iza got her thumb caught in a door last week. She now has a splint and a massive bandage on her tiny hand.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

My gloves!

My friend, Franco Fernandes was kind enough to give me some really good music.

Listening to Fionn Regan at the moment - a new favourite.

I know. I have improoooved it.

I forget how much i like the song earth intruders by Bjork.


We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
A-haaaaaa!

Turmoil! Carnaaaaa-ge!

Here come the earth intruders
We are the paratroopers
The beat of sharpshooters
Comes straight from voodoo

With our feet thumbing
With our feet marching
Grinding the skeptics into the soil

Shower of goodness coming to end the doubt—pouring over
Shower of goodness coming to end

We are the earth intruders
We are the sharpshooters
Flock of parachuters
Necessary voodoo

I have guided my bones through some voltage
And love them still
And love them too

Metallic
Carnage
Furiousity
Feel the speed!

We are the earth intruders
We are the sharpshooters,
Flock of parachuters
Necessary voodoo

There is turmoil out there
Carnage! Rambling!
What is to do but dig
Dig bones out of earth

Mud graves
[ Bjork Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

Timber
Morbid trenches

Here come the earth intruders
There’ll be no resistance
We are the cannoneers
Necessary voodoo

And the beast with many heads and arms rolling
Steamroller!

We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches

Forgive this tribe!

We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches

We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches

We are the earth intruders
A-haaaaa!

We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching!

We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching!

March

March

March

We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching voodoo!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

For painting my roses red




how sweet is this video?
it is a short clip of Victoria Beckham's dress collection.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

To put it bluntly, a weed.

My first [and probably the worst] Polaroid.

But i like it.


Its supposed to be a street light in a tree...

.. And the King.

one of my favourite scenes.
ever.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWr_eSfTtIw

But you *are* outside.



i once saw a parrot eating a carrot.
right across from a hungry rabbit.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Curtsy while you're thinking. It saves time

Our latest photography brief has sparked an interest in Ruven Afanadors work.
i like it.



[more to follow]

Why, yes, Your Majesty.

good golly! i am overloaded with assignments for college - received a brief today to re-invent the little black dress using only recyclable materials, I'm excited to get started on that one!

I've started reading the newspaper again and watching the news.
i want to be smart.
i used to be smart.



I'm longing for winter...



Sunday, February 15, 2009

I think she's pretty.


[robyns 20th birthday]



birthday parties,
sailor hats.
sticky floors and open doors.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Let me see, my dear. It's certainly not a heart.


cake
flake
rake
snake
shake
shake, shake, shake.
I'm gonna shake, shake, shake.


uh huh.
shyeaaaah.




D'ooooh!

I know this nursery rhyme quite well, this first part at least:

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,

Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?


but this! this is new to me. so funny!


The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!

[ouch!]

Saturday, February 7, 2009

At your service, gov'nor.

round the flower pots,
over the windmill,
through the rainbow.
there is an old man who wears his socks on his ears.



[Im going to paint a shelf red and put it up in my room today. yeehaa]

Twinkle twinkle, little bat, How I wonder what you're at? Up above the world you fly, Like a tea tray in the sky.

I'm working on a range of knitwear day wear dresses for a project at college.
Chanels resort range is my inspiration.


so i should be working on my visual diary, but I'm on the last season of friends. and i cannot stop!