Monday 7 November 2011

I just bought a new laptop and that makes me sad...

I'm sure I will be very excited when it arrives but I am currently feeling like a traitor. The laptop I am fondly typing on has been in my life since I was 16. It still technically works but it has reached retirement age. Bits have started cracking and falling off, it freezes when things get too hard for it and it continuously drops its internet connection.

I'm feeling like I've taken a beloved puppy to the vets to be put down. This was not the emotion I anticipated. It's so odd being emotionally involved with a machine. It makes more sense to be involved with it rather than other less interesting objects but it has been a continuous feature in my daily life for 5 years. 5 YEARS. No other thing or person has been that?!

This is a truly embarrassing rant so I will end it here... lappy ILY.

Sunday 6 November 2011

Time to give something back:

For those of you who have designer pieces that no longer excite your fashion taste buds; Hospice are running a "Give it up for Hospice" campaign.



Hospice NZ is an organisation that relies a lot on the donations received and sold at their shops to provide assistance to Hospices around the country caring for those who are dying. They act under the notion that they are there to neither hasten nor prolong death but give support and dignity to those who need it.

Give it up for Hospice is a campaign that encourages us to give up a designer item from our wardrobe to go into "Hospice's Fashion Collection 2011". For more information visit www.giveitup.co.nz or "like" them on facebook (click here).

Damn you ASOS

Damn you are your 50% off shoe sale that starts at 7am NZ time.... damn you to fashion bargain hell...
www.asos.com

p.s have pre-checked the shoe selection and hope these little beauties are half price...

Wednesday 2 November 2011

The women I wish I was...

THIS is how women should dress. It's like looking into a fairytale.

The worth of fashion: a random collection of thoughts.

I just had a chat with one of my best friends about fashion. The conversation started with her asking if I liked Oscar Wilde, and if I had heard his quote of fashion, I laughed and said confirmed yes, I had indeed.
For those of you who haven't heard/read it it goes as follows:

           "Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable we have to be alter it every 6 months"
                         -Oscar Wilde

Even typing that made me smile. As a fashion student I agree with Mr Wilde's sentiments, I have a slightly differing perspective but I think there is an element to his words that rings true.

Fashion is simultaneously taken far too seriously and not seriously enough. In terms of taking it too seriously I don't understand people being afraid to wear something twice in the same week lest other people notice and somehow judge them as a twice-a-week-wearer or some such monster. But I also have a deep hatred of people who say that fashion doesn't matter, a common opinion among New Zealanders. It DOES matter. What you wear defines not only who you are, but more importantly who you want the rest of the world to think you are. It is armour and whether that is horrendous should-burst-into-flames-as-you-leave-the-house tracksuits or an Armani suit it fulfills the same role in your life.

Saying you don't care about fashion says as much about you as saying you do does. It says you consider it a frivolous world, a world you don't want to play a part in. Well, guess what buddy, you're in it and as long as you are in a western country, you can't escape it.

Going back to my discussion with my friend; I commented on how changing fashions reflected changing values in society whether a world war, the invention of the pill or the 2008 recession. They come and go in the blink of an eye and as such I happened upon a realisation that I am proud of considering it is 1am and my brain is asleep.

I have realised that I consider fashion to be both priceless and worthless. It is like a slap-up dinner at a fancy restaurant. It arrives, looks pretty, tastes delicious and it vanishes again as if it never existed with only your expanded waistline and indented wallet to show for the entire affair. With fashion the only difference is that it is your wardrobe instead of your waistline that is expanding; the sweet, sweet memories of what once was, the taste of the food and the feel of parading around in your favourite, fashionable clothes, can be worth every penny. (it also can leave you feeling uncomfortable and nauseous but enough of that.)

Yes, man can survive on a diet of meat and 2 veg but I'm not entirely sure I want to...