31.12.08

Last day of the year!
This year has been pretty good, if not a bit slow at the end. I am really looking forward to turning a new leaf.
In true blogging spirit, my boyfriend took a few photos of me recently. This was the only one that turned out well as mostly the lighting was pretty bad. THIS T-SHIRT IS HUGE.

Hope you all party tonight and have the greatest time! I have to work tomorrow so I will probably tone it down a bit. It really sucks working Christmas eve, Boxing day and new years day.

27.12.08

Kind of a late Merry Christmas to everyone!
My Christmas didn't run as smoothly as I would have liked, but it was great none the less. I got some really cool things from my mum which I will show you guys once they come off the line (somehow I managed to get them all dirty in a matter of days).
Wish Santa had been more like this, this year:Unfortunately, the weather was actually quite dismal.
But anyway, Merry Christmas from the south!

21.12.08

I went Christmas shopping today, and instead of buying things for other people, I just ended up buying stuff for myself! I am such a narcissist.
Well, that's not strictly true, I did buy a few presents. But it is so difficult, when you know exactly what YOU want, but not the ones you love.
Must work on that!

I got the most fantastic singlet/dress from supre of all places. I have a bit of a thing for layers of floral so this tickled my fancy.
I find the sizes at supre really sick. I picked an XL in this dress because it looked like the better size. AN XL!!!! It does gape a little around the sleeve, but considering its intended size, a little gaping isn't really the serious issue. I think, naturally this dress is meant to be skin tight with boobs sticking out the top...which isn't really my style.
But what kind of a message is that sending to girls here? I mean, I have no issues with picking an XL as I am so clearly not that large, but what about those who are a 12 or 14. Now there is nothing large or fat about being that size. Lots of very thin, attractive girls are 12, 14 and even 16 naturally and are beautiful....but when they don't even fit an XL, how are they meant to feel?
I was actually pondering this on the way home, wondering how the designers can actually take themselves seriously, creating clothes like that.
Having said all this, I don't know whether people really take supre seriously. I know none of my friends do, we all treat it like a joke and only ever buy from there slightly embarrassingly.
Sometimes I really don't understand why retailers don't have standard sizes.

And then, quite confusingly, I found the most massive t-shirt you've ever seen. Again, I don't understand what their designers were thinking, with all those neon, tight singlets, throwing in this big baggy t...but it makes me happy. I used to have this baggy grey tshirt from supre which was the most perfect basic I've ever had. I wore it with everything and then left it at my friend's house and never got it back. I hate when that happens.

Stunned

The boring printed out certificate says "New Zealand's Next Top Model, Christchurch finalist 13, my name." And that's because, that is what I am!!!
It's actually quite funny because it seems very counterfeit, and my name is even written in my own handwriting, but that is what I had to do once I excited the audition room.

I can't believe it, I only really auditioned for fun and to see what would happen. I'm seriously stoked!

The whole experience was pretty cool. I thought the place would be packed, but it was actually fairly casual and slow moving. There was a long line of girls when I got there, all in flashy clothes with really straight hair. I felt so embarrassed, because my hair was a frizzy mess from the rain and all squashed at the top from hat hair. I also had on my pair of doc martens and a tshirt over a dress and some leggings. I was like, "oh god this is all wrong".
Worst was, I had to walk down the line of them to apply and they all stared me down soooo bad. They then took our height. The minimum requirements are 170cm. I was 171 which was fine. If you were one centimetre of it, bam you're out. Some girls came in with HUGE heels, hoping to at least get the audition and worry about the height later. This one girl came in with massive sunglasses and the biggest heals you have ever seen. She strutted all the way down the line, only to be told she had to go home. Well I can't say we didn't all gloat a bit about that one.
So I had to sit there and wait for my turn. It took about 2 hours and all the time I was trying to remain calm. In actual fact, I was fine for most of it and actually had a really good time talking to the girl in front of me in the line. She was gorgeous, with this big blond Afro. Really interesting looking.
For the entire 2 hours, no girls got in. They'd all come out with this blue card which meant no and then tell us good luck and walk out. Finally, the girl in front of me went in and got through! I knew she would, but then it was my turn.

The judges were really nice and immediately gave me such a good vibe and so many compliments. They really liked my hair cut and my sense of style, and I actually love performing so it was quite fun to talk to them. Then they started to say that I didn't need to be nervous and that when I moved onto the next round i should just show my stuff and tell the camera how great I am, and I was thinking, "did I just hear that? Am I seriously going on?". I couldn't believe it. It was the most awesome feeling leaving that room with the green card for everyone to see.
Then I got to go to this back room where they took pictures of me and interviewed me on video. They didn't actually have cameras anywhere else in the whole audition period. I think they are trying to go for a more professional feel, which does make sense. The tape was only for their use and won't make it onto the television.
The interview was really fun and the guys were really relaxed and we just chatted away. They actually got so interested in what i was saying that they kept forgetting the question, though I think it was much like that for the girl before me too.
They asked me questions about what i am like as a person, and why I would like to be a model and what music I liked listening to.
When the girl before me left the room, she was so excited to see me there, she gave me a big hug. Basically it was a really awesome experience and I can't believe I have even got this far.
What happens now basically involves waiting. They still have to audition the rest of New Zealand and then they choose 33 girls out of the tapes to send to Queenstown. There they start shooting for the TV show and I believe we/they spend the weekend. After that, 20 girls are eliminated and the remaining 13 head off to Auckland to compete.
I don't want to think too far into the future, so I'm just really rooting for Queenstown. If I can at least get there, I can show them what I've got and whether I am good enough to be the next new face. It would just be so amazing and so much fun!

Christmas Wishlist

I am being an idealist today. This is my-I won a lot of money-Christmas list. Maybe one day at least one of these pieces will be mine.

That Nom*D dress. Seriously hard to get good pictures of New Zealand fashion on the Internet. This dress is spectacularly cool. It's called a half dress because the back actually doesn't exist. It's more of an apron, with all these loose ties at the back to tie. It's also reversible with this shiny black paisley print on the inside. Seriously, I would never wear anything else.

When I first saw these docs they seemed a little to tween/emo and eccentric for me and just thought yuck. But recently I actually had a dream where I bought them and drew black vivid all over them. When I tried to wash it off, all the pink faded to this dull washed out colour and I was really upset. Since then I have sort of seen them in a different light. I feel I could stick those colourful stickers you buy at stationery stores on them (a la left boot) and they would look amazing!!! There is just something about their gummy pinkness. I wouldn't mind some plain black ones too.

Dyberg Kern locket. Ages ago, they had these in a big heart shape and gold rather than silver. I have wanted a big heart shaped locket for at least three years now. They don't seem to be selling those anywhere anymore so I may just settle for this, still very lovely, oval shape (again in gold rather than silver). These are actually not that expensive.


Karen Walker rocket ship pendant. So, so, so, so, so, so cute. It also comes in mini size, but I already have a little one of hers. I'd prefer one of her more solid pieces.

Sewing Machine!!!!!
Not this one in particular, just one that works and does all the basic things. I thought, oh hello kitty sewing machine!!! Who knew it would be so creepy??

Ok...I actually found this really hard. Perhaps I don't dream of expensive things quite as much as I thought. Don't know whether that is good or bad.

16.12.08

How beautiful she is.
I wish my hair would grow long already

Ramblings

Sorry to those who do read this, for being so absent lately. My new job has pretty much consumed me for the last two weeks and I have been almost too scared to just lie down and chill. The projects have just been mounting though and eventually I had to cave. I have two dresses half sewn, a story half written and have been meaning to attempt a painting for atleast a month.

I can't help but wish away my life at the moment. I feel like it is a pretty bad thing to do, but I have 8 weeks of full time work stretching in front of me. The last two weeks went exceptionally slow. Thinking that far ahead is really bad for you, especially at my age where you really have no idea where you will be in the next...two years even. I really do feel like I think about things far too much. No detail of my life escapes my notice.
But anyway, that's just a little view into my headspace, which is very muddled at the moment. I'm hoping to get it all sorted out before university next year.

I never know how much to say on this thing. Whether I want this to be my diary or just a documentation of my outfits day by day. But, no outfit has NO context. They all come from somewhere. And I guess, right now, clothes seem to have slipped off the agenda (hence my blog falling apart). I just feel so unmotivated.