heaven in a grain of sand.

A lot of people get all up in Vogue US' grill. Yes i did just write that sentence. You know what i mean though, it seems like everyone's favourite sport is to attack something that is commercially successful, i'm guilty of it myself (hello, twilight, although since watching new moon and taylor lautner's fabulous pectoral area i may have changed by mind) from time to time. Tall Poppy syndrome, i suppose. People recycle the same old complaints about Vogue US - commercially minded (since when did that become a bad thing?), repetitive, unoriginal, uninspiring, favours the actresses over the models. Yes Vogue US may be, at times, one or all of these things. But so are many other magazines. One of my pet peeves about people who love fashion is their ability to forgive magazines like Vogue Paris the sin of repetition whilst abhorring it in Vogue US. Sure, 1000 pictures of Lara Stone, lustful and bonded are a hell of a lot more engaging than a 1000 pics of karlie kloss leaping through a khaki studio, but six of one, half a dozen of the other.

The fact is, Vogue US is what it is. Of course we'd all like it to change, and this year certainly has been one of the best for the magazine in a long time. May's model cover, for one, was gorgeous. the couture editorial dedicated to Lacroix was inspired, and impeccably well done by Coddington and Elgort. I personally loved Michelle Williams' October cover. I'd even like to bring to the class' attention all the wonderful articles in the magazine across the year. Without fail this is a magazine I read. I am guilty of purchasing magazines like Vogue Paris and, even though i can read french, flipping through it and just looking at the pictures. I even do this for some english magazines (sorry, harper's australia and vanity fair!). But Vogue US is one of the few magazines that I look forward to each month for the sheer joy of reading. It is consuming, I cannot put it down, and although the articles sometimes go over my head I thoroughly enjoy it. It makes me happy.

So, in the face of all the mud slinging and the beef (what is with my youth-tastic slang today?) I would like to try a different tack. I mean, i've been told that sometimes compliments and positive encouragement can work wonders for self esteem.

scanned by Luxx for tFS

This photo is lovely. No. It is more than lovely. It is arresting.

It is the moments like these, ones that stop you in your tracks and captivate you, that reveal a glimmer of that magic quality that makes Vogue US so successful. At the height of its glory Vogue US was a wonderful magazine. In some ways, it still is. It was fashion, beauty, myth and legend. It was a lifestyle. It was a woman, a girl, a dame, a librarian. It was neon orange hair and a grey draped dress.I can't stop looking at this picture. I don't even have the magazine yet. I'm not even sure what this picture accompanies. All i know is that it is the perfect embodiment of fashion's whimsy and utilitarian that is my absolute favourite thing about the world. It cancels out all the drivel that Karlie has done for Vogue US this year, although I personally think she is a great model. Viktoriya looks radiant, yet obtrusively melancholy.

Why are they sad? How could you be, with such bright, vivacious hair. The slumped posture. The bra strap. The eyes, slanting and tormented. I want to know why they are sad. It reminds me of the Greuze painting, girl with a bird. The young girl in it has downcast eyes and a face leant gloomily into a hand as she contemplates her dead bird. Many stood before it and contemplated the source of her melancholy, including the great critic Diderot. 'Why this dreamy melancholy air? What, all this for a bird?'. This photo's power comes from its ability to prompt the question, 'why', from the viewer. It transcends normal fashion documentation to become something else entirely. It is a great fashion photo and you hardly even notice the clothes. That is because good fashion photos, like good fashion, are more than just clothes.

Sometimes we want big things. We want 40 pages of overwhelming fashion editorials. We want thick publications, supermodels, the best clothes, even better styling. Sometimes this quest for the most glorious, the most fantastic, leads us to overlook the small moments of perfection. I feel that many people would pass this photo over in the quest for the interview with Cate Blanchett or an article about holiday gift-buying.

But those who stopped, well, their reward is bittersweet.

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fanciest dress

i know it was almost a month ago now... but these photos are too good not to share. Halloween was a blast. I was Marie-Antoinette (again). My friends went as everything from 'sexy' pocahontas, minnie mouse, pimp, 20s flapper and megan fox (her name is megan and she wore a fox costume... ha).

Everything looks better in film.

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the hands have it

pictures from flickr, i-d and http://francesberesfordgrant.tumblr.com/ - an absolutely lovely tumblr by my absolutely lovely friend, who is about the coolest thing since sliced bread. if you want pictures to inspire, cherish, comfort and commiserate, check it out. you won't regret it!


something my mum has always said to me, and advice i'm sure you've all heard before, is that you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. I'm fascinated by them, which probably explains my love of nail polish, but there is something so incredible about hands. you feel things with them, and touch has always been one of my favourite senses. the rough of raw silk, the waxy skin of a banana, cool rush of water. It's your hand that takes the first plunge and shows you these things.

Girls with so many rings they can't keep their hands closed, guys who clamp their cigarettes between their index and thumb, chipped nail polish bitten down to the quick, reminders scribbled all over a palm, hands that are graceful, hands that are crude, hands that set you on fire with just one touch... my best friend has hands that are beautiful. elegant. she is almost french in the way she gestures with them, saying more with one careless, lip-bitting flick of the wrist than i can with paragraph after paragraph of words. My hands are nowhere near as lovely, little small things that they are, but what i like about my hands is their history. my broken finger from a vicious hockey game that never quite healed straight, the writer's bump on my fourth finger right hand that comes from hours and hours of scribbling away, the freckle on my palm, hidden where only i can see it. the back of my hand that is invariably covered with black pen 'save money!', 'pick up eddie', 'read bliss'. my hands have written novels, wiped away tears, touched a lover, mixed cocktails, stubbed out lipstick stained cigarettes.

hands, in more ways than one, tell a story. what do yours say?


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apologies (again)

i'm so sorry for internet/blogging absence again... i've been bogged down with exams, then i got my beautiful little macbook back and now the charger has broken. so i had 40 minutes of computer bliss before the battery ran out and i have to buy another one... at the cool price of $185. NO DEAL. when i sweet talk my mum into buying it for me then it will be back to regular posting and fashion bliss. until then, check my twitter for crazed ramblings.

ps. IM FREE! NO MORE UNI TILL MARCH!

pps. exciting news - i'm buying a dSLR next week. all hail the fact that i'm gainfully employed and getting regular paychecks!

ppps. I BOUGHT THE BALLET FLATS! beige/black. :) :) :) :) :) :) i'm almost french!

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all that glitters

Maybe it's because I'm yearning for post-university freedom and lots of parties, or maybe it's the child in me who still wears fairy wings and ballet slippers, but i am absolutely obsessed with glitter.

Not on clothes, though, that would be too ostentatious for my liking. But on everything else - notebook covers, highlighters, wallets, necklaces, lipstick cases, books, magazines, drink bottles... you name it, a little glitter goes a long way. And i'm not even one of those people who hates the glitter getting everywhere, the more the merrier I say.

Recently, however, I've been craving a little glitter on my clothes and on my face. A recent editorial in vogue uk december 2009 shows eyes hepped up on glitter, so thick and so sparkly a thousand fairies could get their wings just with the fluttering of one eyelash. The look is supposed to take its cues from Lily Allen and Natasha Khan (from Bat for Lashes) and champion the excess over recess(ion) look that fashion is dying for right now.

These images actually aren't the Vogue UK editorial that i was talking about, but they happen to be from Vogue UK, June and December 2008 respectively. It's clear that in December theatricality and craziness in make up seems a little more tolerated. Getting reading for the silly season means that your make up can be a little silly too. I adore this glitter idea however, toned down maybe a wee bit from Iris' crazy panda eyes, but still strong and very noticeable, with a clean face and nude lips.

Vogue UK in their current December issue warns off the prospective glitterati from wearing the make up with any sartorial accompaniment that is too strong. Feathered capes and bejewelled panties are for the editorial, it seems, on the streets you should wear glittery faces with just simple dresses and outfits.

Personally, i think glitter can work both ways. If you have the kind of beguiling personality that encourages you to slap on the glitter in the first place, then your strong-shouldered dress paired with a ruffled swing coat will go just fine with the glitter. Like all good make up it not only enhanced but compliments an outfit. That's why you can also wear glitter with a plain tee shirt and pair of pants. Suddenly your rive gauche casual cool becomes uptown party girl. Not a fairy in sight!

Glitter in clothes has also provided some fascination for me. I think margherita and Dasha (heavily pregnant and positively glowing) know the formula well. Glitter up top. I have never seen someone wear a glittery skirt or pants and pull it off. For some reason glitter works well as cardigans, jackets, tops and little dresses (Alexa Chung works a glittered cardigan a lot), but never on the bottom. Perhaps it's something about the shiny, look-at-me sensibility of glitter. Most people would rather play up their top half than their bottom half (i know that's me). As such, glitter works to draw the attention away from the bottom and up to that shiny disco ball top.

I was shopping around for my chanel ballet flats yesterday, and spent a good 40 minutes in the shop umming and aahhhing over the black on black or the black on beige pairs. I do like the black on beige objectively off my feet, and i also like them on my feet. But the rational part of my brain that says to me DONT WEAR GLITTER MAKE UP and DONT EAT THAT CROISSANT was saying DONT BUY THEM, BLACK IS MORE WEARABLE. But black is boring. I always buy black. Hmmph. I need to go back with somebody who will help me decide, but not my mum who will sniff her nose up at the price. (it's my money! ha)

Anyway, i wandered into Mecca Cosmetica to look at the Nars Make up counter and to try and replace my foundation. Since i last bought my foundation they've changed the formula, so the make up artists were desperately trying to find one that fit my face, which is very hard as my pigment is weird, a mix of australian and asian means that my skin brown very easily, but also has a pale, yellow-y undertone no matter what. While they tried different formulas with names like Barcelona and Santa Fe (i want to travel!) on my face, i looked at the glitter-y eye shadow. It was sparkling strongly, and i brushed some on my hand. It's still there now, though not a strong.

It was the kind of glitter silver of Dasha's jacket, and just the kind of make up my 9 year old self would kill to have. I want it! i need it! I can already picture all the crizazy party outfits i can make, where i'm just wearing simple black, my chanel shoes, and crazy crazy eyes. Come to me...

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i want you to want me...

i'm mulling seriously over a purchase. i've been working hard and saving my money. and i think i want these bad boys. I want the beige and black too, not the black on black. i'm not convinced they look great with tights, but then i realised that i dont really wear tights anyway. i hate them. so all's well that ends well, right. thoughts?

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new kid on the block

I have a new style crush - Carey Mulligan.

I moved past all my insecurities re - her going out with my future husband Shia LaBoeuf and re - her being generally teeny tiny, with beautiful pixie crop hair and that certain je ne sais quoi that makes us all think of Audrey Hepburn or Michelle Williams... And now I love her. Wholeheartedly.

I think she's stunning. She's definitely not conventionally beautiful, or even striking. I would say that her features together are actually just slightly pretty. But there's something in her eyes, and something about the way she stares down a barrel of a camera... She is not to be ignored. I thought i could, but then I saw and education and fell in love with her quirky insouciance and stubborn independence. And then I saw all the beautiful clothes she's been wearing, and realised that she actually has a style very similar to Fabulous Future Me. Which means, of course, that she actually has a style that is in some ways very similar to me, except with better shoes and more designer labels. She represents that style side of me that loves to dress oh so french and oh so chic, not hipster or it-girl like the Chungster.

And she really does remind me an awful lot of Audrey Hepburn. If not in looks then in grace. Don't you think?

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BYO madelines

'All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.'
Marcel Proust




One of the reasons i like Vanity Fair is because i feel so damn knowledgeable after reading it. I may know nothing, and i mean nothing, about the bernie madoff scandal or the stock market or the ins and outs of ivy league universities, but when I read vanity fair I feel like maybe I do know, after all. My mum subscribes to Vanity Fair, she always has. I used to love reading them because keira knightley or the harry potter kids would be on the cover. But I used to think that Vanity Fair was a boring magazine though, and I would flick through it, looking at the 'Vanities' section and any article/interview with the actress/actor on the cover or anything about wealthy socialites. Boring bankers, lawyers, crime and JFK's secret love child were never read about. It's funny though, because now I love Vanity Fair. The problem was that I didn't understand it before.

In the November issue with the delectable Penelope Cruz on the cover there is an article about the Proust questionnaire. It has been on the last page of the magazine for the last 20 or so years, answered by various notables from bette midler to martha stewart via marc jacobs. The theory behind the questionnaire is that it reveals, through a few short questions, your mindset and world view at the very moment you answer it. Proust did it three times in his life, with the answers varying widely between them. The questionnaire is actually not his own invention, but it's the fact that he wrote so widely about it and praised it in the salon society of Paris that means that it is now attributed to him. That, and no other writer in the world has spent so much time reflecting on the mind. His mammoth series A remembrance of things past, was written entirely in his bed and contains the most lengthy exploration of memory I've ever read (although in truth I've only read Swann's way). Vanity Fair has just released a book compiling its favourite proust questionnaires over the years, including Woody Allen, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Warren Buffet. It looks like an impressive, fascinating read.

I like the Proust questionnaire because it takes no prisoners. It's the kind of thing that, very simply, sorts the wheat from the chaff. If you're witty then the Proust questionnaire shows it. If you're pretentious then it also shows it. If you're quiet and reserved, yet still remarkably clever and engaging then it shows it. Bizarrely it is incredibly revealing about the human mind, and it's just a simple questionnaire. The range of the questions change, Vanity Fair actually uses a version different from the one below, which is the one Proust originally answered, but they reach the same conclusion - ascertain the mindset of that person through their opinions on all manner of things within cultured society.

I have the proust questionnaire in my side bar, but I'm curious to fill out the original Proust one and not the Vanity Fair one (which is the one in my side bar). I also filled that out a while ago, and i think that some answers might have changed. I feel like every day I'm changing just a little bit, almost imperceptibly, as I learn new things, see new things, look at the world in a different way. It's silly, i suppose, but then everyone always says that you change the mos when you're young. It's almost as if you're a phoenix, rebirth can occur at any time, you can dye your hair bright pink, or start wearing ballgowns, or pick up ancient greek at university.

Proust certainly understood. He answered the questionnaire all three times when he was young, very young. The first time he answered was when he was just a precocious 13 years old. It's that invincibility that is to irrevocably wrapped up with youth. You can do anything. That's the thing I love most about being young. It's that feeling that nothing can stop you. Deep down in that mature part of your body, the one that chimes in to make you eat your vegetables and go for a run, you know that it's not going to be like that forever. But sometimes, when everything is going right in the world and the sun is shining it's almost as if you could fly.

Tout, c'est possible.

• Your most marked characteristic? stubbornness.
  

• The quality you most like in a man? chivalry.

• The quality you most like in a woman? camaraderie.
  

• What do you most value in your friends? difference in personality but similarity of mind.
  

• What is your principle defect? anxiousness that can border on nervous hysteria.
  

• What is your favorite occupation? writing.

• What is your dream of happiness? 'happiness is simple as glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. bitter. sweet. alive.' Joanne Harris.
  

• What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes? not being able to achieve my dreams.
  

• What would you like to be? journalist.
  

• In what country would you like to live? the swollen green of england.
  

• What is your favorite color? red and green.
  

• What is your favorite flower? cabbage roses and daisies.
  

• What is your favorite bird? swan.
  

• Who are your favorite prose writers? jane austen, evelyn waugh, alexander mccall-smith, nancy mitford, e.m forster, a.s byatt.
  

• Who are your favorite poets? auden, housman, yeats, keats, thomas, lord byron.
  

• Who is your favorite hero of fiction? charles ryder.
  

• Who are your favorite heroines of fiction? marianne dashwood.
  

• Who are your favorite composers? saint-saens, shostakovich, ravel.
  

• Who are your favorite painters? monet, degas, pissaro,
  

• Who are your heroes in real life? julia child, nancy mitford.
  

• Who are your favorite heroines of history? cleopatra, eleanor of aquitaine, isabella of france, emmeline pankhurst.
  

• What are your favorite names? poppy, tatiana, rowan, rory.
  

• What is it you most dislike? fakeness.
  

• What historical figures do you most despise? Octavian, Robespierre, Rasputin.
  

• What event in military history do you most admire? Battle of Stirling Bridge.
  

• What reform do you most admire? emancipation.
  

• What natural gift would you most like to possess? the ability to sing.
  

• How would you like to die? dramatically.
  

• What is your present state of mind? worried, unsure, stressed - yet i can see the end of the road.
  

• To what faults do you feel most indulgent? grandstanding, gluttony.
  

• What is your motto? 'champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends' - tom waits.
  

I tag you all! i would love to see you answers. See how it differs slightly from the Vanity Fair version? I think i prefer this version myself...

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you look lovely today, just today?

horrible week in more ways than one. don't really have many details to go into, other than the fact that it has just been horrible. next week will be better.


Diane Kruger



If i could be any girl in the world I think i'd want to be Diane Kruger. Ah, i caught you there didn't i? You think i would say Alexa Chung with her british accent and her rockstar boyfriend. But look at her. Alexa Chung couldn't rock a velvet assymetrical jumpsuit? Diane looks like she was born to wear Chloe, and wear it she does.This outfit is immaculate, i cannot fault it, and this coming from the girl who hates jumpsuits with every fibre of my being (believing that they are, above all else, the ugliest piece of clothing in a woman's wardrobe today). But seeing Diane makes me want to search one. A velvet one no less. And to cinch it in at the waist with a carpet tassel. Such class, such sophistication. I have a feeling she's our generations Grace Kelly. And hey, Prince Harry is on the market again. Who knows. :)


Kate Bosworth


Oh Kate. Where have you been? i've missed you shiny hair and your two-tone eyes. No-one wears clothes quite like you do, as if they just sprung into being on your body. No-one accesorises like you do, with mis-matched metallic shoes and box clutch. No -one can wear a simple white sheath, knotted experimentally at the waist, with the same oomph and pizazz as you do. It takes a class act to wear something so simply so well. She may not be a great actress (but hey, i'll let her happily prove me wrong on that account) but boy the girl can dress.


Leighton Meester


I'm excited at the idea that Leighton might have a Vogue US cover. I much prefer her to the goddess-like Blake any day, her more decadent, more sinful brand of beauty is more to my tastes than Blake's bright-eyed Californian effervescence. She also has a really surprising avant-garde taste. Take this dress for instance, a simple shift made interesting by the huge floral ruffle at the collar, a little Carrie Bradshaw-esque, no? The print is darling, and the shoes are just the perfect counterpoint, picking up the belt and recalling the ruffle with the circular detail on the strap. She's canny about fashion, she has wild and crazy taste, and she knows how to accessorise. Not much more a girl can ask for!



Thandie Newton



I'm not sure if this is actually that recent, but it was posted recently on tFS, and i needed something a little casual to break up all this glorious red carpet stuff. This outfit is perfect. Thandie is a beautiful girl, so she can get away with things mere mortals can't (hello, leather leggings). But aside from that i love the principle of this outfit - mixing silhouettes, textures, colours and shapes to form an interesting, yet casual outfit. I love the way that the sheen of the leather contrasts with the hard cotton of her striped shirt and dull shine of the satin tuxedo jacket. I like the sleeves pushed up over the shirt, and the hem of the jacket hanging longer than the shirt, yet the leggings taking pride of place. And i looooove her 2.55 of course.

TGIF!
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love, loss and what i wore - flower power

I love wearing clothes with history. Not just vintage clothes, i mean clothes that actually have sentimental value for me, or for someone out there. Part of my halloween costume (i ended up going as marie antoinette, actually, but it was rather nice all the same) was the skirt of a wedding dress, dumped unceremoniously in vinnies (charity store) for me to find, alter a little, and form into a marie antoinette costume. I asked the guy at the counter, with a little trepidation, whether the couple had split up, or something like that. I would be horrible if they had. But he said no, she just didn't have any room for it, and she wasn't particularly sentimental about it. I wasn't quite sure whether to take that as a good thing or a bad thing, but i bought the dress anyway.

Likewise one of my favourite pieces of clothing, one that has never let me down and that i will wear until i die, is a vintage lanvin flower shirt of my mother's. She was given it by her best friend in the whole entire world (who has the best taste, and looks like sofia coppola, dammit), and like me, used to wear it everywhere. It's funny, we're not that similar now, mum and I, and I'm half chinese and she's not, but we look remarkably similar. We talk the same way, we smile the same way, and we share all these mannerisms. People say when I wear the flower shirt and chatter away, gesticulating wildly, I remind them so much of my mum when she was my age. And though I roll my eyes, actually I feel quite proud.

Because despite all appearances now, my mum was actually so cool in the 80s! Like my fabulous aunt, she has inherently good taste as well as an appreciation for beautiful things. Although unlike my aunt she didn't really galivant around for the whole of the 80s and 90s through Europe and New York. My mum has all these amazing stories to tell that i love hearing about uni life, about being a young doctor, about travel, about boyfriends, about weird guys who used to stalk her (and make her watermelon baskets, like a basket carved out of a watermelon with individual fruits carved out of the watermelon flesh! WTF! hahaahahah), and i drink them in. She has so much life experience and spirit of adventure, and you can tell that about her now. Just like my Aunt, people really love my mum. She's funny and vivacious and she engages you, no matter who you are.

The flower shirt used to be as much a part of her wardrobe as it is mine. It's a beautiful shirt, Jeanne Lanvin really knew how to cut a garment. It's semi-sheer with this gorgeous multicoloured floral print that goes with every colour in the known spectrum no joke. It's bracelet length, which in my opinion is the most beautiful length - exposing your wrists can be a really lovely thing in clothing - and it's suitably baggy, so when tucked into a skirt it just sort of puffs up over the top of a belt. Perfect. I cannot fault this garment. It has never let me down in 4 years of wearing it, it has always fit well, looked beautiful and made me feel happy when everything else was letting me down.

The real reason I love this shirt, though, was because my mum wore it to my christening. Cue the awww.. But there is just something so special about it now for me. I wear a lot of my mum's clothes, she has great basics and some unexpected lovely finds in her wardrobe despite the fact she dresses quite simply now, but none of them means that much to me in terms of sentimental value. This shirt has history. She's told me she's worn it to bizarre uni parties where one guy ended up so drunk he boarded a one way flight to fiji wearing nothing but a hessian sack and a moneybag filled with oranges. She's worn it when she met her then boyfriend's parents, a lord and lady in england (who referred to her as the 'australian gel'). She's worn it when she's flown halfway around the world to rescue her sister from a broken heart, and when she's driven all around Sydney searching for her brother who got lost at a school excursion. And she wore it to my christening. I was born on Christmas Eve, so they christened me on Christmas day, when I was only 1 day old. My mum's there, beaming with happiness, my dad's there, so proud, all my family are there and my mum's best friend, all smiling wildly. Mum gave me the shirt when i turned 14 and told me all these stories about it, and I love it all the more for it.

I was recently looking at some photos and pasting them into a scrapbook. I had pasted a photo of me in, wearing the flower shirt and head cocked onto the side, grinning, into the first page. I was sifting through some photos at the bottom of a box when I found one of my mum, age similar to my own, wearing the flower shirt and holding up a champagne saucer to the camera. We look so alike it's stunning. When I was a bit younger I used to hate it when people said that to me, you know when you're a surly teenager and the last thing you want is to look like your mum?

Well i'm so glad I do. Because hopefully it means I might have half as many adventures as she did.

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don't judge a book by its cover

lula mag scrapbook

The lula mag scrapbook is a venture by the magazine to promote the artworks of various creative types in the fashion industry. There are photos by Laura Mulleavy, even some by Alexa Chung, and these three beautiful artworks by none other than my favourite french actress - Clemence Poesy. I especially love the first one, called 'We've been apart too long'. The combination of that arresting watercolour and the photograph is stunning. It shouldn't be surprising that people within the creative arts have talent or at least passion for artistic expression. After all, people argue that fashion, dance, music and acting are forms of art in and of themselves. If i am surprised, it is a pleasant one.

More than a pretty face, indeed.

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don't fence me in.

'Tea to the english is really a picnic indoors.'
Alice Walker










Pent up inside studying for finals is a sure fire way to make the heart long for open spaces. There's a great old ragtime song that goes 'give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, don't fence me in'. I used to listen to that on repeat when I was studying for the HSC, it seemed to capture the mood of the moment perfectly. I didn't want notebooks or rote learning or pie charts. I wanted lunches in a park, with the sky for a roof. You can picnic inside, sure, on the floor of your dining room, but a real picnic is in among the grass, with baskets full of fresh food and the best friends for company. As soon as the HSC was over we rolled about outside, scoffing down little cupcakes, swilling around cheap champagne and sharing war stories. The weather was warm and fresh, we would blast tunes from ipod speakers, everything from new order to phoenix, dizzy rascal and sneaky sound system. And we would lie down on grass, picnic blankets and discarded jackets and just contemplate the infinite freedom of summer.

I'm almost there, almost. 3 exams in 2 weeks and then I'm free.
I can almost taste it.

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