I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU RECENTLY

 (tumblr)

I mean, yes, life on this side of the world is awesome. 

MTV Swatch Playground: Scene@ SWISS JERKS

Now then, I'm the first to admit I haven't done the best job of keeping up with my MTV Swatch posts of late, what with Relocation#1 and Relocation#2 demanding a whole lot of attention. Nevertheless, blogging from a new Southern 'sphere location I'm about to get back on track. 

Creativity and collaboration are central elements to the Swatch MTV Playground; along with music and fashion, previous posts have showcased the talent and projects from collaborative artists Rankin, Alex Noble and Frank Butler. Taking it in a new direction, Scene@ looks further down the fash' chain, focusing on individuals, travelling the globe to explore emerging trends. With music as the focal point, Switzerland makes for the hometown of Swiss Jerks.  Check out the video below!

Whilst I would take being called a jerk as somewhat derogatory, in Switzerland it's accepted a compliment. As well as being the home of Lindor, swiss cheese (and whoops, I almost said Ikea), Switzerland is famed for its Jerk dance scene. Which if you didn't know, began as a lively Californian '60s dance craze, now adopted by a more hiphop crowd, and taken on as more than just a dance genre: it's a lifestyle. Characteristically, well, 'jerky', popping moves and shoulder-shugs seem pretty frequently used.  Having explored it online, and read up on the MTV Scene@ content, it seems the Swiss have tendency to break out said moves everywhere and anywhere, taking Pringles' "once you pop you just can't stop" slogan rather literally. Style-wise, the uniform seems to consist of the ever popular skinny jean, graphic tee and snapback baseball cap. I don't know what you think, but it sounds like something Fresh Prince O'Bel Air would've taken to perfectly. Read all about it here.

Now, I wonder how Sydney's  scene will take to me throwing out some of these moves tomorrow night...

MINT DESIRE

Thanks to my final Manhattan purchase, I am now the proud owner of these little beauties. 

RELOCATION, RELOCATION, RELOCATION

So I relocated, and found a new place to call home. Sydney: home sweet home. 

STILL PLEASED, STILL PROUD

Seeing my name at the bottom of a post on NYLON isn't going to get old for a long time. It's still AWESOME. Check out more of my posts here.

BIRTHDAY BASH

It's official: I am now in my twenties. 

My birthday was lovely. It spent the evening in Queens, eating Mexican food and accessorising inappropriately. Add to that indulging in one too many cookies'n'cream cupcakes and spending the working day at fashion publication, and you'll come to the same realisation I did: I am in fact, Ugly Betty.  I now have the sombrero to prove it. 

BIRTHDAY EVE: the big 2-0

Entering the last few hours of my teenage years, emotions are kicking in. Up until now I've been all giddy and excited for the day- the annual onslaught of cake and presents and parties and cocktails is usually met with sound enthusiasm- but as I prepare to take on a whole new age band, I fear I haven't quite prepared myself for such events to proceed.

Hitting the double-double-digits, I'm expecting great change. Like when you turned 10 and you got your big teeth, you wore your first bra and your shoe size went up one or two, I anticipate my 20s to be met with similar joys. That said, as my feet have stopped growing and my height has reached it's genetic potential, I fear the only 'growth' may coincidence with an aging metabolism, resulting in only disappointing change. Waking tomorrow will give me a whole new 'grown-up' outlook on life, I’m sure. I will always be in a good mood- for hormones are strictly a “teenage” thing; I'll have a wardrobe full of pencil skirts and heels- for that's what one wears in their twenties, and a pot of the all-important eye-cream will surely be nestled amongst my gifts. I guess I should start seriously searching for 'the one' too, ‘cos you settle down in your 20s, right?

Yes, gone are the days wearing shorts too short, sheers to sheer, and forgiving my behavior on that "one last vodka", for I can no longer be excused by my youth. I worry more about the life lessons, that I haven’t yet learnt, nor likely to be taught. When am I going to learn how to properly apply make-up? Or learn to dress for my shape? Or even the real etiquette of how to eat spaghetti in public? Not to mention life's real peril whereby staying out in the sun too long now comes with genuine consequences, for wrinkles and crows-feet are only months, or maybe weeks away.

Leaving my teenage years behind, turning the big 2-0 comes with a whole lot more responsibility than what 18 or 19 brought. Learning to deal with legalised drinking and having the option of buying or not buying chocolate liqueurs is nothing compared to learning to live like a grown-up. As if that isn’t enough for little old me to deal with, I’ve chosen this the perfect time to up and move my life again. Crossing the pond (yet again, just this time a different pond), this time next week my life starts in Sydney bringing further frets, worries and now that I'm 'old’, wrinkles are proably on the agenda too.

Spending my last night as a teen going to the theatre, I feel a bit topsy-turvy doing such a grown-up deed, for tomorrow’s plans- when I’m officially no longer young- consist of cupcakes for breakfast, getting giddy over gifts, and whiling the night away in a one or two too many Margaritas.

So long, youth.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABRIELLE COCO

happy weekends

I hope that you have a really lovely weekend.

NYLON POST: meet the next big things in fashion

  

Screw not being here for Fashion Week. 

TALKING OF TEAL: STREET STYLE

 RIO/ RYOSUKE SUZUKI @ HTTP://RIGHTYRIGHTYRIGHT.COM/

STREET STYLE PAPPED ON MY LUNCH BREAK, BY THE EVER SO LOVELY RIO OF RIGHTYRIGHTYRIGHT. SOHO SETTING, COBBLED STREETS AND YES- NEW YORK'S UBIQUITOUS AMERICAN APPAREL SHEER SKIRT. PLEASE EXCUSE THE THROBBING HAND VEIN, NEW YORK IS LIKE, REALLY HOT.