hair + camera + etc.

Well, I finally solved my long/short hair dilemma. I went asymmetrical. I'm still lusting after high buns, but I do quite like the boy-short aspect! I've never had it this short before. It's not quite as amazing and unruly as this lovely lady's, but hopefully as it grows out it will get there. My hair is ridiculously thick, so here's hoping!

Apparently pneumonia is the hot new illness to have (Nicole Richie, Fifi Box, I'm looking at you*). But let's get it on the record: I had it first. Including a four-day hospital visit. Which kind of gives me an excuse for not posting in a while. Sadly, I was too ill for my 'HOORAY, UNI IS OVER' trip to Melbourne with the Uni-girls... but in the meantime (and with the money I 'saved'), I think I have finally decided on a new camera:


The Pentax K-x.

It's a fairly recent release, but if anyone has happened to use it or has any other advice for a entry-level DSLR please do share. Maybe you've had a bad experience with a Pentax. Maybe you've bought a different camera and have found it's the love of your life. I'm in desperate need of a new camera though... I feel totally uninspired to take pictures, or write, or do anything at the moment. Now I have too much time on my hands, and very little to do. Oh dear.

(*I feel like any semblance of street cred that I had just vanished, but I guess that's what being laid-up in front of daytime TV for two weeks does to you.)

peek-a-boo.

I'm still here... just hiding.

I'm not really that busy, although there is plenty on my plate... something new that I'm doing is FiveThousand. It's launching properly next week. I'm so insanely excited about it, I've loved ThreeThousand etc since forever. It's pretty much my dream gig. Hooray.

I finish my degree in a couple of weeks. It's a relief to be able to put Journalism behind me, but I'm not quite sure if the big bad world is ready for me yet. (Truly!)

I have lots of things I want to do during summer. Read a lot. See a bunch of films. Give some time to the bands I always say I will, but don't. Maybe even hang around here a bit more.

And possibly build a fort. That would be a little bit awesome.

need.

It is taking all of my willpower to not spend seven hundred dollars on a raincoat. Oh my goodness.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I was technically 'working' today, when I fell in love with these. But that raincoat... ohh dear. I've never been so in love with an item of clothing.

From the totally amazing Fifth Avenue Shoe Repair.

songs.

Songs are lovely. I first saw them with Deerhunter in Melbourne; last night they came here, and played at my favourite venue in Adelaide, the Metro. I think 'intimate' is a good way to describe it. From the outside it's very unassuming, but weave your way towards the back and you will almost always find a good mix of people and highly underrated bands. Adelaide is having a bunch of great bands come through in the next few weeks... I'm looking forward to the Vivian Girls and Love of Diagrams.

In a completely unrelated matter, I am so disappointed with the grand final result. Who would ever have thought this could be a football blog? Nowadays, it's a hidden passion... I just don't have the time for it like I once did. I am so proud of the Saints though, but also so devastated that they've fallen short once again. It's a heart-wrenching ride.

the bell jar.

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig-tree in the story.

From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and off-beat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.

I saw myself setting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Never before has a book spoken to me like this one. It's quite depressing, but ever so enlightening.

monday.

So much to do.

words, pictures.

I have some words and pictures in a quasi-publication. It's nothing too ground breaking, but at least it looks fab. I think I have a new type crush.

I say 'quasi' because at this stage, it is not actually real and will never be printed. But fingers crossed the kids involved impress all the right people and we see their lovely-looking mag on the streets sometime soon. You can see the whole thing online, for free here.

a tiny piece of denmark.

I often ramble on about my favourite cafe in Copenhagen - Bang og Jensen - but let me elaborate a little for you.

It's in an old chemist, or in Danish, Apoteket, and in the summer it's difficult to get a table outside on the footpath. Steps lead up to the heavy double doors, and a long wooden bar greets you inside. In the front section, there are raised tables with stools, and a long red booth-style lounge along the right wall. A couple of stairs lead you to the back section, where cosy lounge chairs nestle against green patterned wallpaper, while round tables sit snugly under interesting lampshades and against big windows that let a bit of natural light in. All of the furniture and light-fittings are that wonderfully retro, typically Danish-style. The same boy sits in the back tapping away on his Macbook day after day. The same couple enjoys the delicious brunch every weekend (highly recommended - a 'must do' in Copenhagen). They have the best coffee deal in the city - 18kr for a glass of 'refill' coffee, which is still much cheaper than a single latte elsewhere. It's easy to waste an afternoon - or more - in here. A circle cut into the wall lets you see from the back area down to the bar, while finally, at the front again, the far left wall is covered in numerous pictures of the same man - an old fisherman smoking a pipe. Some are paintings, some are tapestries, some are large, some are small, some are facing left, some are facing right.

Bang og Jensen was my favourite place to be. I felt so alive every time I went there. And I was always intrigued by those funny little men on the wall. So you can imagine my delight to find, in darling Adelaide, a tapestry of the same man. It says on the back the name, address and phone number of a framing place in Denmark, so I know that he is authentic. I'm not sure of the history of this image though, or it's name - but I gather it is common in Denmark. Perhaps someone can help me with this?

He's so beautiful, and I will treasure him forever.

*The wonderful images of the cafe are sadly not mine; they are by Kieran Lynam, on flickr.

cph fashion week.

I'm not usually one for high fashion, but looking at these outtakes from Copenhagen Fashion Week has made me all nostalgic (really? that's unusual). My goodness, the Wood Wood show? What a wonderful, wonderful street. And the Henrik Vibskov show in the woods? Genius. It looks a bit like here... perhaps it was? All photos from here.

ooh, yes!

I have to do an internship in September. I will totally be rocking looks such as these.
(via Oh Joy)