30 September 2011

Trying to look cool.

Top - ex school uniform, Skirt - Glassons, Tights - Glassons (on the cheap.  I would never spend more than $3.50 on animal print (unless it was a gigantic second hand caftan.  Then I would)), Ring - $2 shop, Black Ribbon
I don't have much to say.  In my town this would be considered dressing eccentrically, though I view it as tepid and tame.  I must read too much street fashion.


I'm listening to Liam Finn's FOMO and awaiting my best friend.  She has picked a film and rang to ask if I had tuna.  Mysterious Friday adventures await.  Let the weekend of spontaneity and study commence!

20 September 2011

Wanting to write.

Blue merino - Glassons, Lego earrings - Annie Blackberry, Hideous clogs - $5 Rubi shoes, Dress - Mother, Badges - Op Shop
Hello Internet Dearest,
I have been meaning and wanting to write.
I've had practise exams and therefore illicitly read novels.
Before we speak of these, because I enjoy discussing literature, let me tell you about the outfit collage I have included in the metaphorical envelope.


It's simple, but I have an affinity for it.  It is good to actually dress in a style that you have been admiring from afar.  You could call it 'toned-down-school-girl-Harajuku'.  Catchy enough for a Vogue article?  Yes?  
Wearing heels to school was a mental barrier I had to climb.  Quite a feat in ridiculous patent-Quant clogs.
Let me mention the Mexicans partying in my hair.  My Grandmother, who has impeccable taste in tie-die harem pants, brought them from Australia.  Possibly their best export.
I recently joined the Junior Girls Flatworm Society.  Great Fun Sometimes?  Gigantic Frilly Strumpets?  Dost thou know'th the meaning of it?


Now to books.  Before exams I re-familiarised myself with The Hunger Games and Catching Fire.  Goodness I love these books.  Collins is no Tolkien but she writes a story that leaves little time for eating and going to the toilet.  These books are good inroads into other Dystopian literature.  The Capitol reminds me of Brave New World.  The movie will be fun.  As long as Hollywood focuses on the ideas, and how they are realities, more than the romance.  I finished my second reading of Paper Towns five hours ago.  I could blather about Mr. John Green indefinitely.  So let me summarise my soliloquies.  This book is the reason for the subject of English.  Like rotisserie pigs students are stuffed with the apples of learning.  Themes and ideas in novels seem meaningless when one is overfed.  The joy in reading is when you independently analyse and connect with a text.  Paper Towns resonates.  Like Margo, I try hard to create a indie, literature loving reflection instead of a window.  The pleasure of leaving and frustration of the final months of high school is my life right now.  More catfish and poetry.  Less study.  As well as provoking thoughts, it provokes laughter.  This is my recommendation, please accept it.


Love Ella





9 September 2011

Rugby World Cup. It begins.

Ok kids, Rugby World Cup.  It's starting.

Apart from the misplaced advertising campaigns trying to evoke patriotism, forever annoying television personalities preaching the All Black religion and the mucking about of school terms for Auckland traffic, I'm excited.

I hope all the Global Citizens, who are too cultured to care, enjoy their chocolate biscuits and Shakespeare tonight.  I don't have to follow, or (and let's be honest) understand, rugby to be excited.  Hairy men wrestling for a giant egg is undeniably part of New Zealand culture.  Imma celebrate the positive parts of that culture.

Tickets have been purchased for an obscure pool match between Romania and Argentina.  After expressing indecision about who to support I was informed that Romania was "way shittier" and that they deserve my painted face screaming for them.  Sorry Romania. 

I have made a calculated decision not comment on whether New Zealand will actually win.  Only time will unravel that infinite mystery (and when it does we can be assured of many an obnoxious analysis).  Since I have friends on a rather successful female rugby (insert feminist metaphor here) team, I am qualified to make predictions.  Ireland, Samoa and Tonga are going to be in the semi finals.  I base this on the fact that a dude from the Irish team herded ducks into a management meeting, I feel his talents are wasted on the field, and the passion from the Islands.

I would end with a witty rugby related pun.  Regrettably I can't think of any.
Have fun New Zealand.  Don't get too angry.