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28

Jun

๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸPhoebie in this week’s West Weekend getting intimate with nature ๐Ÿ“ท @robertodunkino ๐Ÿ’‹ @makemeupbek ๐Ÿ‘  @rachthething

๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸPhoebie in this week’s West Weekend getting intimate with nature ๐Ÿ“ท @robertodunkino ๐Ÿ’‹ @makemeupbek ๐Ÿ‘  @rachthething

29

Aug

This week, in things I do for money: write about passion for onesies under the guise of fashion advice #copywriting

This week, in things I do for money: write about passion for onesies under the guise of fashion advice #copywriting

25

Aug

/life

/life

21

Aug

"Actress acts" - actual, non satirical front page news from yesterday’s Daily Telegraph. Is it possible to select the speed and victims of the death of print?

"Actress acts" - actual, non satirical front page news from yesterdayโ€™s Daily Telegraph. Is it possible to select the speed and victims of the death of print?

14

Aug

This week, in things I do for money: turn flowers into jewellery

This week, in things I do for money: turn flowers into jewellery

08

Aug

Hot dog.

Hot dog.

19

May

How The Fuck Did This Get In My News Feed part two: feeding drama.

If this is your idea of unconditional love, you’re going to spend the rest of your days trying to top your self-created dramatic insanities in ways that you secretly hope make you an outrageous diva- unfortunately, it will do nothing but to make you the butt of your acquaintance’s inside jokes. 
Drama queens: stop using “it’s who I am” as an excuse. Sit down, have a cold drink and a long, hard think about the fact that who you “are” isn’t a string of events that you shriek down the phone to your ageing mother after 8 glasses of $10 sem sauv blanc. You’re not a fucking child. Be a decent, balanced human being, take down your Marilyn posters and maybe less prospective suitors will run screaming into the night.

How The Fuck Did This Get In My News Feed part two: feeding drama.

If this is your idea of unconditional love, you’re going to spend the rest of your days trying to top your self-created dramatic insanities in ways that you secretly hope make you an outrageous diva- unfortunately, it will do nothing but to make you the butt of your acquaintance’s inside jokes.
Drama queens: stop using “it’s who I am” as an excuse. Sit down, have a cold drink and a long, hard think about the fact that who you “are” isn’t a string of events that you shriek down the phone to your ageing mother after 8 glasses of $10 sem sauv blanc. You’re not a fucking child. Be a decent, balanced human being, take down your Marilyn posters and maybe less prospective suitors will run screaming into the night.

07

Apr

An overall on overalls

Now with bonus TLC!

04

Apr

Oh, hi there! Sorry I abandoned you. I promise I’ll be back every so often, probably posting more screen shots like this in a segment I think I might call: How The Fuck Did This Get On My Newsfeed? 
First up is this inane rubbish from Instagram: a sentiment I’ve seen laid in bold cinematic emotive font over various unsuspecting pubescent individuals. I wonder how damaging, exactly, is romanticising the idea that you should want to be with someone only for the reason that they’re wanted? Do you think the people that subscribe to this, excellent and totally infallible notion that some sort of reverse hero-worship is the best way to select a mate are the same people who are turned on by mean, assholish “bad” behaviour? The girls (and women probably, but I’m pretending not for the sake of brevity and my own sanity) who think that THIS seemingly impossible pursuit of the unapproachable deserves a little virtual heart are going to grow into bored women who run a mile whenever anyone demonstrates even a passing interest in them - because love lies not with the person themselves, but with the pursuit of them. And once there is no pursuit? Well: a WORLD of successful, healthy relationships awaits! Wait, Is this why all those teenagers love that fucking vampire series? Have sex with me and be doomed to eternal life, that sort of thing? Shit. I’m through the looking glass.

Oh, hi there! Sorry I abandoned you. I promise Iโ€™ll be back every so often, probably posting more screen shots like this in a segment I think I might call: How The Fuck Did This Get On My Newsfeed?
First up is this inane rubbish from Instagram: a sentiment Iโ€™ve seen laid in bold cinematic emotive font over various unsuspecting pubescent individuals. I wonder how damaging, exactly, is romanticising the idea that you should want to be with someone only for the reason that theyโ€™re wanted? Do you think the people that subscribe to this, excellent and totally infallible notion that some sort of reverse hero-worship is the best way to select a mate are the same people who are turned on by mean, assholish โ€œbadโ€ behaviour? The girls (and women probably, but Iโ€™m pretending not for the sake of brevity and my own sanity) who think that THIS seemingly impossible pursuit of the unapproachable deserves a little virtual heart are going to grow into bored women who run a mile whenever anyone demonstrates even a passing interest in them - because love lies not with the person themselves, but with the pursuit of them. And once there is no pursuit? Well: a WORLD of successful, healthy relationships awaits! Wait, Is this why all those teenagers love that fucking vampire series? Have sex with me and be doomed to eternal life, that sort of thing? Shit. Iโ€™m through the looking glass.

24

Oct

Testing, testing, 1-2-3 (with Kaye at Chadwicks, who is both versatile and a total babe).

Testing, testing, 1-2-3 (with Kaye at Chadwicks, who is both versatile and a total babe).