ciao! manhattan

is on youtube in its entirety. go go go and hit that shit up before it gets deleted for copyright or gratuitous nudity. kind of an awful movie but edie is mesmerising as always. i took some stillz

she was sssssssso beautiful but i guess you already know that

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cry-baby

everything about traci lords in cry-baby is perfection.

age of consent

my cat wanted to go outside, but it's nighttime so we wouldn't let him. he then proceeded to run up to the open window, slam his body against the fly screen to open it, and run away into the night. i admire his persistence.

work was okay really. i was just being melodramatic. unfortunately i have to cancel a sleepover i was going to have because they were insistent i work tomorrow. this is irritating because it's occured to me that every weekend is going to be a battle now that i'm working nights. so much for partying these holidays.

saw a gorgeous indie guy on the train. HE HAD A QUIFF. we kept on exchanging glances and at one point he turned around as if he were going to speak to me but he didn't. we got off at the same station. he disappeared into the distance. shattered

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i went to a vintage clothing sale, bought:

floral tea-dress ~ $20

denim jacket ~ $10

open-toed flats ~ $10

grey leopard print cardigan ~ $5

was fairly pleased with my haul

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life is okay, would have been better if i was proposed to by the indie guy and we got married and lived happily ever after, but whatever.

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currently listening to:

cheree ~ suicide

i wanna be your dog ~ iggy & the stooges

lust for life ~ girls

without you i'm nothing ~ placebo

of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses

apparently record labels have just gone on an insane deleting spree. about a quarter of my youtube videos had to be deleted because of copyright. the videos are made to sync with the song so this silly audioswap business isn't going to be any help, sorry, thanx for trying. this is so annoying, i slaved over these videos. while none of my ~best works~ were deleted, there were several with disabled audio that i was quite fond of including a fred astaire and ginger rogers tribute set to "lose control" by missy elliot. edgy, i know. but now nobody has the pleasure of watching it except me. ugh. i guess i'm just going to have to start using more obscure songs for my videos. check out one of the 18 videos remaining ~ my channel is d1sintegration [named aaages ago when i was obsessed with that song by the cure, okay ?]

on a more cheerful note, i now have everything i need for germany except for boots. i have issues with buying boots because my calves are abnormally slim, so boots are always too wide and look completely ridiculous. but anyway on saturday i hit piccadilly circus in carlton and as far as successful purchases go, i got ~

~ a red wool and cashmere duffel coat, $149 ;

~ black wool/angora gloves, $24.95 [i can't find a good picture that looks similar]

~ black acrylic scarf, $24.95 [ditto].

i would post an outfit photo but tbh the webcam photo quality is just awful so i'd rather wait until i get a decent camera. [i actually do have a sort-of-okay camera, but i lost the cord that connects it to the computer. shhhh.]

on sunday i hit the camberwell markets with the family. my 11-years-old-as-of-march-6 sister, sophie, has been obsessed with the idea of busking lately so she brought her ipod speakers and sang this is me from camp rock. in case you haven't guessed, my sister and i are basically the most divergent siblings you can get when it comes to personality. anyway she bolted about 5 minutes after she started because dad was monitoring her and she wanted him to "go away", being helplessly infantile as usual, and eventually we all met up at the coffee shop.

it was pretty slim pickings at the market, clothing-wise, but i spotted a fabulous 80s party dress. it was strapless, cream and had three matching rosettes at the bust and the waist [it's a lot less weird and ugly than it sounds]. the dress is the exact same shape that i want for my formal dress and i was endeared to the cute details but unfortunately it had perspiration stains. gross.

eventually i got a pair of cute mesh gloves for $10 ~

such a small touch but nevertheless made me feel 50x more chic.

anyway i must stop writing because i have a health and human development 3/4 sac in two days and i am incapable of studying at the moment [as if i'm ever capable of studying]. it sucks because i can't dismiss it as not counting because it DOES count .. i have an english 1/2 sac on medea on friday but i'm not really stressing because i like essays and all i have to do is write notes. whereas i don't know shit about ishchaemic heart disease or w/e. so, bai for now.

we're so pretty, oh so pretty

before the punk explosion where the "rock chick" as we know it was born, there were the ronettes ~ the original bad girls of rock'n'roll.

paired with huge beehives, heavy batwing eyeliner and a whole lot of attitude, sixties girl group the ronettes made even pant-suits look impossibly cool.

dolling up in shift dresses and kitten heels or dressing down in pedal pushers and sneakers, these bubblegum pop stars left an indelible mark on fashion - and apparently provided amy winehouse with endless beauty inspiration, not to mention musical direction.

it's easy to copy the look ~ get a little adventurous and don a quintessential sixties piece like a full skirt or a frou-frou sequinned frock, or pair a v-neck cardigan with cropped jeans and flats and let your eye makeup do the talking.

more ronettes inspiration ~

as desperation takes hold

"or that the heat within would grow
until he stood
incandescent as a god ;
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now there is nowhere I can go
to hide from him:
moon and sun reflect his flame.



in the morning all shall be
the same again:
stars pale before the angry dawn ;



the gilded cock will turn for me
the rack of time
until the peak of noon has come



and by that glare, my love will see
how I am still
blazing in my golden hell."

text from the poem to a jilted lover by sylvia plath
stills from the film vivre sa vie (1962) directed by jean-luc godard. watch it here.

she's lost control again

there is something about the vulnerability in these images that is so pure and beautiful. just mesmerizing.

on a different subject entirely ~ apparently no doubt is going to perform stand and deliver by adam and the ants, one of my favourite songs ever, on a future episode of gossip girl. fuck yes.

currently listening to:

i'm through with love ~ marilyn monroe

i know it's gonna happen someday ~ morrissey

paper cuts ~ the boy least likely to

opus 23 ~ dustin o'halloran

and she's hooked to the silver screen

i got the following dvd today ~

and then i got a box set of stanley kubrick films including ~

and next week i'm getting an audrey hepburn box set including ~

i feel several movie marathons coming on. i've never seen a kubrick film but there are so many that i really, really, really want to see. a clockwork orange is probably number one, but i'm disappointed that lolita and dr strangelove weren't included in the box set instead of the one idrc about [ie: eyes wide shut]. o and a place in the sun is a great movie .. or maybe i'm just biased because it stars montgomery clift.

haaay sexy