Sunday, March 31, 2013

whoever i was then, i can't ever be again.


this long weekend consisted of all the good things in life. long chats, furry friends, doodling, inner west living,
 communal catch ups, and excessive food and chocolate intake. i documented this in the form of photographs, as i do.
p.s the highlight of this Easter break was scoring a pair of second hand overalls during my stroll in Newtown. definitely winning this weekend! :)

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Charlotte.


this is Charlotte, a beautiful waitress originally from Perth. 
she was nice enough to sit down and let me snap her while on her shift. 
a Maiden potential indeed.

Monday, March 25, 2013

swag is for boys. class is for men.

...and i could not agree more with that statement. 

there's this pilgrimage that happens twice a year in the fashion capital city of Florence, where the masses of stylish men flock to view the latest menswear collections, gadgets and gear. they call it Pitti Uomo. i have a huge appreciation for menswear, both street and formal, hence my 3:2 ratio of women's and men's clothing in my wardrobe. the craftsmanship is next to nothing when it comes to tailoring and detail with men's fashion. it's a well composed combination of structure, colour, texture, functionality, modernism and tradition. i'd easily choose to witness this trade show over a Celine parade any day. bucketlisted.

photo credits: I'M KOO, Becaria De La Moda, The Sartorialist.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

a decade under the influence.

photography by Raelene Baget of RnR productions
styling & art direction by Maie Dionisio



the obsession i have with photographs is slightly similar to the one i have with people. i hoard them and won’t let them go until i decide they are not worth the space in my box. 

the title of this post suggests the time i have invested in building my signature style and direction. one that i have developed from personal interests and experiences. style is objective just like everything else that is put forth to the public eye for critique and scrutiny. i appreciate clever photography and digital manipulation because if you actually think about it, it’s really just a still image of someone’s dream or nightmare. i’d like to make clear that i don’t live and breath fashion. i hate who it speaks to, the vein and materialistic. but art; it ‘is the application of human skill and imagination’. it is not there to be liked or judged. it is one’s comprehension or misconception of the subject matter. and for people to say that they ‘do not understand art’, is like saying they have no conscious of anything other than what this consumed world feeds us. these photos were taken by one of my dearest friends whom i have known since we were nine. and today she turns twenty-eight. this is one friendship i'm archiving for a lifetime.

i’ll end this post with a line from What Dreams May Come: 

“thought is real. physical is the illusion…”

Saturday, March 2, 2013

not the same.


this month i have not one but two up close and personal shoots lined up with a couple of dear photographer friends of mine. i have had my portraits taken before but i have never really liked them all that much. i find it strange to be directed by someone who doesn't know you, and therefore they portray you far from your true being. the difference in these shoots will be that i am art directing them. it will be interesting to see how it pans out. so for now i am practising my game face as i cannot pose or smile on cue. alot of hair, that is all i'm suggesting.

Friday, March 1, 2013

science and progress.


people find it unfortunate that i still haven't found 'the one'. but why?
i find all the qualities i want in a guy in the men i keep in my life. my friend writes:

...i know you still think alot of ----. in my defence you know that i love you to the moon and back, like literally a sister.
i would cut my skin off for you if needed, and because of this i'm not his biggest fan. i feel like this is mostly because if i were a heterosexual male (god forbid, i'd only be half as chic) i would wrap you up in Yamamoto and never let you go, (i realise this statement makes me gayer than ever). your relationship was serious and your dedication to it was incredibly admirable, and is now something i try to emulate in my own stupid relationship. i just want you to be treated by a boy as well as the energy you put out in to the world. deep down i can be a stupid boy and boys are mostly shit.
i hope you can forgive me. Aaliyah.
i love that my friends include my most favourite things in apology notes. morbid gestures, Yohji and babygirl.
this message feels as sincere and humbling as the time a boy shouted out "hey girl in the camo, 
do you have a boyfriend? if you do i hope he treats you well!", after stepping out of a club in my Dickies.
oh the glory days. 

a wizard, a cat and an honorary English man. they're not here at the moment. and i miss them. that is all :)