LMFF

I forgot to mention. LMFF has been amazing.

 Photos from OhJamie.

NIKKI GABRIEL

ROXANNE WATTS

 

Need I say anything at all?

DRESS UP AW 11

I love this collection. I'm not a floral person, but every other piece I would wear religiously. The colours and that Annie Hall feel is so appealing to me that I'd go out and buy it in it's entirety if I was equipped to do so.

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POLLY VAN DER GLAS

This would make a fine present (for myself)

I can't stop listening to King of Limbs.

HOLY FUCK

VALENTINE'S DAY

I love you.

GARAGE SALE?

Thought

YES

DEERHUNTER/PASS OUT

Deerhunter was amazing. Like, fucking amazing. One of the best things I've ever had the privilege to see live. I stood at the barricade with a smile from ear to ear and stared in awe of the noise that they were making. Their two hour set was entirely perfect and their encore just as fantastic. At least what I remember of the encore. The whole experience was bizarre and new. It wasn't like other bands I'd gone to see. In the noise it was like there was hollow silence that made me feel that none of it was real. During the support band I stood facing to the left up at the darkened window where Brad Cox and Lockett Pundt stood peering through. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck" was more of less my train of thought for the next three hours. Opening their set with a strangely hilarious Batman/Batmen settiling criminals/Melbourne related joke, their set began and was glorious. Starting with Desire Lines was more or less perfect (more), seeing that musical quality in person "Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck". Nearly all of their twelve songs were extended by minutes and minutes. I can't explain my confusion when they came out for an encore, I thought you're not this lame, what are you doing? But that thought was fighting a pretty overwhelming need for them to keep going. Then I ruined the night.  I (due to sheer stupidity) hadn't had nearly enough to drink that day and began suffering really bad dehydration, I was nauseous for at least 5 minutes before I started blacking out and tingling. I moved away from the front of the crowd to find Ash and began collapsing and gagging in his arms. It felt like I was being choked and I was covered in sweat. My legs kept going from underneath me and I was drifting between a conscious and unconscious state. As all the people around me tried to get the attention of the stupid bouncers up the front, who were far too cool and far too interested in standing their with their arms crossed, Vito remembered Bowie's drink bottle and they got it in my mouth. Just that first bit of water fixed everything. Sure I was still nauseous and my whole body was tingling and numb (which made it a bit hard to exit the venue once she show had finished). All in all, it was fucking scary, but thanks Ash/Vito/Bowie for finding me water and not letting me get trampled. I was pretty much healed when being within a metre of Blonde Redhead, who were casually leaning against a pole in the venue, being so fucking cool, upon exit. I wish I had have seen them two nights earlier. 

HEAD SICK

I wish my head would fall off.

DEERHUNTER

I hope he'll wear a dress on stage.