you would not believe how many people we bumped into today! i guess the american apparel sale drew every tom dick and harry to brick lane.
remember jonathan and dominique from milan? they're back in london! i think i gave them the shock of their lives by screaming out "dominique!" "jonathan!" (as if i was a long lost friend) and being met with blank looks from both of them. i can't fault them, i doubt they anticipated some random girl running up to them - in brick lane of all places - who also just so happens to know both their names. we chatted for a bit. lovely couple :) dominique is gorgeous!
then it was followed by the dreadlocked bartender from hoxton, the swedish hairdresser in black, the orange-y urban outfitters salesgirl etc etc.
btw i met a korean dude who is a family friend of choi siwon!! i admit, i was totally and completely unprofessional. read: squealing + jumping up and down. sorry, i just couldn't help it. i said that the next time he sees choi siwon, to tell him that i love him. hee hee!
plus one of our interviewees told us that THE facehunter himself was sighted along brick lane, outside of rough trade records. how cool is that? my goal is to be photographed by the sartorialist before i die.
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Thursday, 1 April 2010
why are there so many stylish swedish people? are there no swedes left in sweden? everyone we meet in milan and london seems to be swedish! i swear we've met like 20 or more now... so much so that i'm beginning to develop a sixth sense for them. plus they're always so pretty and/or handsome. oh why couldn't i be blonde/blue-eyed and genetically blessed? just for a day??
this project has spelt nothing but trouble, and possible bankruptcy for my bank account. in milan, we were as distracted by the beautiful people as by zara and h&m. in london, it's topshop, urban outfitters and luella. thanks to my new luella dress (purchased at 70% off), i'm so broke and will have to live off peanut butter sandwiches for the rest of the year. boohoo.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
1. an exercise in writing
warming up.
i need inspiration. looking outside my window. it's raining. been raining since i woke up.
sometimes, one great photograph (edited, obviously) can say more than many good photographs ever could. similarly, sometimes a single word or well-phrased sentence can say more than a whole paragraph.
in some cases, when the photograph is good enough, words aren't even necessary. and vice versa.
note to self: i need a better camera. i've heard, there are cameras out there that make everything look amazing, you don't even need to be a decent photographer. sounds like the right camera for me!
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tiny droplets of rain, decorate my window.
dot. dot. dot.
'raindrops keep falling on my head'
wish i could go outside and play
mum always made us shower after being caught in the rain
i don't get it
it's just water
it's stopped now.
i need inspiration. looking outside my window. it's raining. been raining since i woke up.
sometimes, one great photograph (edited, obviously) can say more than many good photographs ever could. similarly, sometimes a single word or well-phrased sentence can say more than a whole paragraph.
in some cases, when the photograph is good enough, words aren't even necessary. and vice versa.
note to self: i need a better camera. i've heard, there are cameras out there that make everything look amazing, you don't even need to be a decent photographer. sounds like the right camera for me!
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tiny droplets of rain, decorate my window.
dot. dot. dot.
'raindrops keep falling on my head'
wish i could go outside and play
mum always made us shower after being caught in the rain
i don't get it
it's just water
it's stopped now.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
BACK UP BACK UP AND THEN BACK UP SOME MORE!
"i'm sorry i had a bad day again"
after the disastrous (by my standards) review yesterday, i managed to bite my tongue, put on my brightest smile and suck it up. i figure, hey if you wanna work slash survive in the fashion industry, you need to have thick skin. if one lousy review makes you want to run to the toilet and bawl, then you seriously need to toughen up.
then disaster strikes.
this is singlehandedly the worst thing to happen to me since... the last bad thing that happened to me. you could call this a major setback, more than major - this is tragic. titanic even.
i don't know how i can possibly blog right now when my life has just written a note to self: Y-O-U-A-R-E-SO-O-V-E-R.
my hp laptop defiantly refuses to turn on and the message 'operation system could not be found' came onto the screen. i was calm calm calm until one international phonecall later and my brother oh-so-calmly telling me that i might lose EVERYTHING - then i was hysterical. sobbing, weeping, wailing, crying - you name it, i was it. i briefly considered flinging myself out the window but i straightened up, pulled myself together and proceeded to check my external harddrive and USB for files i had backed up.
my mother was so worried she begged me not to do anything stupid. as if i would seriously throw myself out a 3rd storey window. that would probably just land me in the garbage dump, with a broken back/neck/leg/arm - even then, still not enough to rescue me from the hole i've just fallen into.
turns out i had backed up most of my work, save for the single most important piece of all - the freshly and laboriously transcribed interviews from milan. FML.
good news: laura's friend L might be able to help me tomorrow; he builds computers for a living and is microsoft-certified, so i've been told. even if he can't, i still have the actual interview files so i'll just have to re-transcribe at the speed of light. bad news: as if i need any more bad news!
lesson of the day: i should've learnt my lesson from carrie on SATC - ALWAYS BACK UP YOUR WORK! BACK UP BACK UP THEN BACK UP SOME MORE!
motto: who needs lemonade?! when life gives you lemons, have them with tequila!
at times like these, i wish i had a semi-charmed kinda life... (like some people i know)
v
after the disastrous (by my standards) review yesterday, i managed to bite my tongue, put on my brightest smile and suck it up. i figure, hey if you wanna work slash survive in the fashion industry, you need to have thick skin. if one lousy review makes you want to run to the toilet and bawl, then you seriously need to toughen up.
then disaster strikes.
this is singlehandedly the worst thing to happen to me since... the last bad thing that happened to me. you could call this a major setback, more than major - this is tragic. titanic even.
i don't know how i can possibly blog right now when my life has just written a note to self: Y-O-U-A-R-E-SO-O-V-E-R.
my hp laptop defiantly refuses to turn on and the message 'operation system could not be found' came onto the screen. i was calm calm calm until one international phonecall later and my brother oh-so-calmly telling me that i might lose EVERYTHING - then i was hysterical. sobbing, weeping, wailing, crying - you name it, i was it. i briefly considered flinging myself out the window but i straightened up, pulled myself together and proceeded to check my external harddrive and USB for files i had backed up.
my mother was so worried she begged me not to do anything stupid. as if i would seriously throw myself out a 3rd storey window. that would probably just land me in the garbage dump, with a broken back/neck/leg/arm - even then, still not enough to rescue me from the hole i've just fallen into.
turns out i had backed up most of my work, save for the single most important piece of all - the freshly and laboriously transcribed interviews from milan. FML.
good news: laura's friend L might be able to help me tomorrow; he builds computers for a living and is microsoft-certified, so i've been told. even if he can't, i still have the actual interview files so i'll just have to re-transcribe at the speed of light. bad news: as if i need any more bad news!
lesson of the day: i should've learnt my lesson from carrie on SATC - ALWAYS BACK UP YOUR WORK! BACK UP BACK UP THEN BACK UP SOME MORE!
motto: who needs lemonade?! when life gives you lemons, have them with tequila!
at times like these, i wish i had a semi-charmed kinda life... (like some people i know)
v
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
LADIES THAT LUNCH 11/MARZO/2010
THIS LUNCH, WAS THE ONLY TIME I SAT DOWN FOR A MEAL, THE WHOLE TRIP. WHICH POSSIBLY COULD EXPLAIN, WHY I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN SINCE RETURNING FROM MILAN, AND MANAGED TO GET A SEVERE CASE OF TONSILLITIS. STILL. THIS STREET CAFE LUNCH WAS WAY MORE THAN JUST A TRADITIONAL ITALIAN LUNCH. IT WAS HERE THAT WE SET OUR EYES UPON THE BEAUTYS FOR OUR BOOK. AND SPOKE TO TWO OF THE MOST INTERESTING CHARACTERS TO WRITE ABOUT. ALSO, I ENDED UP LEAPING UP, LEAVING MY JIMMY CHOO FOR ANYONE TO DO A GRAB AND RUN WITH, TO STOP A BURBERRY CLAD MAN, COMPLETE WITH BURBERRY UMBRELLA, (NO RAINY CONDITIONS MAY I ADD), WHICH ENDED UP BEING MY FAVOURITE PHOTOGRAPH OF THE DAY.OH, MILAN STREET CAFE PEOPLE WATCHING/PERVING LUNCHES. I MISS YOU SO.
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