the block party.

 everyone always warns you about the woes of living with a partner for the first time. let me speak about it under a different light...

Anthony crazily suggested we move in together very early into the relationship, and as excited as i was to say yes to the idea i was shitting myself. everything so far has come together fittingly due to perfect timing. as stressful as the process of house hunting and organising the end of lease at our previous residence was, we were offered two beautiful apartments which we both would've happily taken. but here we are nearly a month in at our new cosy one bedder. just like our amazing taste in junk food, our eye for interior decorating is complimenting. lucky, because playing house wouldn't have been much fun for neither of us.
more than anything in the world, this is the one thing i really wanted. him. he never disregards my crazy ideas, he runs with it. perhaps we'll have you over at Anthony and Maie's Pizza Parlour sometime, along with the company of our hyper-active cat (who you can take home with you if you like).

preparing for twenty eight.

second week in and most of my boxes are unpacked. scribbles in sketchbooks are accumulating,  sewing machine plugged in, and studio set. we've befriended the locals on our strip and have become regulars at the cafe next door. the inner west has that sense of aspiration in the air that was lacking in the west. but don't get me wrong, i've been missing home like crazy. i am so far from my safety net and i feel people are already awaiting failure. it's this misconception of happiness and succes that baffles me with some people. i've been having alot of impromptu catch ups with friends, and their perceptions of my life and expectations of where i should be in life have been a little more than disheartening. here's the thing about me, i am a simple creature. the images i post don't portray a fancy life, they're my everyday objects in my everyday life. and you should already know that i see things differently. to me, the ugliest things in life have the most potential of being a work of art. take this as a metaphor or take it as it is. people need to analyse their own lives before they let me know how to live mine. i had an old man who i say hello to everyday at work ask me, "how do you keep a smile on your face everyday? you're always so happy."i actually don't know the answer to that question, it seems to be my only facial expression. even i don't know how i feel sometimes. but right now i'm happy daydreaming and getting back into the swing of things with my art and designing. so the moral of the story is, i've got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one. think about it.

atypical idea.

 a switch into interior design has been quietly fence sitting on my mind. 

that or, i should find myself a blank canvas to move into.

Maison Martin Margiela: above the creation of mankind.

i thought this post would be relevant for the eve of the launch of MMM for H&M. all hail the genius that is Maison Martin Margiela! it's the designers reinterpretation of everyday objects and manipulation of garments that create such a stir in the industry with this sense of an anti-fashion vision that is ever so addictive. i'm not quite sure if i can fully support these high end fashion house collaborations with fast fashion retail clothing companies such as H&M, as it defeats the purpose of the designer's exclusivity. but on the other hand, it gives the opportunity for non high rollers such as myself who can only dream of having a wardrobe of designer pieces at hand, with a reasonable price tag attached. aside from the fashion, MMM has a very avant-garde twist on the way they represent the label. it was on the top of my list to visit a Margiela boutique or two while on my world trip. and not once was i disappointed with what was presented in front of us. here are some of the sneaky snaps i took at the Tokyo boutique.

the epitome of a visual merchandiser.

 curse the person who left my friend on the shelf. she's too awesome to be a crazy cat lady.

hello Balenciaga.