Sitting in B4 lounge at Changi Airport waiting to get on my plane home, listening to two old ladies and thinking I hope I have something far more intruiging than this to talk about when I’m ancient. I think growing up and living in a small country is hard. It makes you think naïve and seem insignificant to an extent. I am happy to have travelled- 8I have seen what I am missing out on; or not so much.
Back to geriatrics; Ines and I shall grow old and talk about just the same things we do today. Love life or lack there of, drinking (a little too hard) and how the fuck we are going to make a difference on this world before we depart. Excuse the pun- in terms of the circumstances, ha! Little do we realize that we aren’t so insignificant and small in the big scheme of it all. We will start some kind of frightfully intelligent and resourceful business and be the next big name. Watch this space. Now and always.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thrilling
Exciting day. Isn’t it funny what excites us? I think so. Seeing Sebastian and Valerie whilst talking on the phone and walking down Riccarton road was exciting, waiting 51 minutes to eat my sushi was not but now I’m just hangin’ out for it; here goes. Mmmm so good because for once it isn’t that mashed chicken cat food SHIT. I am getting my hair done copper tomoz excitement centraaaaaaal. I am waiting for Jacq to come into the library as well as put snaps up from Saturday night. I am missing hanging out with Scut and I was going to email this to him but then I saw him and after raping his phone with a million texts I thought I ought not to, will tell him instead. The ladies in Mr Snips in UCSA never get any customers and they are all fat, probably because they just sit there because….they have NO CUSTOMERS. The chicken in this sushi is quite sweet. Interesting. Not really, humble apologies. The shoot for Synergy sounds effing cool, they have a choice tangerine dress for me, it is my colour boo yah! And the bikini shoots will be like, sex on legs HELLO. I am excited even about going to training and dryland today, what the hell is wrong with me. I am not excited about going to work tomorrow night nor training tomorrow morning. I HAVE never appreciated getting up at 5.30am YUCK. But that’s tomorrow and this is today so peace!
p.s purple Powerade is overrated! But purple isn't.
p.s purple Powerade is overrated! But purple isn't.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Crushing the Big Names. Let me know if I'm not the only one with this view?
Passing thoughts, or not so much that they just pass because if they simply just passed then they wouldn’t take up time consuming my thoughts enough for me to take the time to write about them. Get it? Got it. These subjects consume my thoughts even enough for me to be writing about them whilst sitting looking over Barcelona. Watch out creatures, this will be staggering stuff.
Firstly how do I make a difference to the world? I mean a real difference. Woah cliché I know but it’s not something my brain thinks about constantly to be hip and trendy it’s something that as I stated earlier, worries me enough to trake the time to write it down. Firstly it was not just I who enlightened myself to these wise thoughts but also my somewhat slightly cynical father. So after much time being wasted I shall finally attempt to explain what I am getting at.
As much as I love travelling, it is without a doubt, bittersweet. We have on the one sticky sweet hand; the experience of new culture, seeing a place with more history in one building than our country possesses as a whole nation. On the bitter hand there is the carbon miles you leave all over the globe as you jetset a total of 24hours to reach your destination. Seeing the pollution in many of the cities that are called ‘fashion capitals’ aka Milan is an eye- opener. The only pictures ever shown in Vogue are the immaculate streets lined with their famous fashion houses. I don’t feel it necessary to name them. It is necessary that you know them, or at least know of. I am beginning to think that these pictures are in a part of Milan that doesn’t include the smog, poverty and pollution that seem to run this city. Perhaps a computer generated image aka some whiz on photoshop is the more likely and realistic explanation of the source of such pictures. Depressing yes, disappointing no. Infact it worked itsef into quite the eye- opener of trips. It shouldn’t take one haf the globe’s worth of travelling to realize how lucky I am to live in New Zealand. Learn from my mistake. No, let me rephrase that, my example. Trips like these are more holidays than adventures, and if you don’t learn what you do like you certainly learn what you don’t like. I suppose living in a small country that is secluded from the rest of the world for the most part, things like labels and designers seem like a big deal. Living in Christchurch there is one designer store; Louis Vuitton. Nothing like you see the streets lined with in Barcelona like Gucci, Prada, Cartier, Todds, MaxMara, Chanel and well the list goes on, as it always will. Anyway back to Christchurch and its lack there of such labels, there is never anybody EVER in that one designer store that we possess. Quite frankly there is absolutely no point in this shop being there, the only thing one can even entertain the idea of purchasing is perhaps a pen; approximately $200 a pop. Pointless much? Totally. Funny thing kis, I was once in awe of those labels and used to insist that people call them designers rather than labels. There is a difference. Now I have reverted to calling them labels because really that’s all they are. Really how much designing goes into that mini dress that is made in China (yes Gucci I am talking about you.) China! You can’t tell me that Gucci cannot afford to manufacture their clothing where it is designed. Now that Gucci’s clothing is manufactured in china the workers will get sweet eff all (if you mind my French, I tried to make it sound as polite as possible.) So I will try to rephrase that again simply; the workers get nothing (close to), the middle man makes glutonous amounts of money, while the consumers (yes, you and I) pay $2000 at least for one of these high fashion items.
It does make me sad to even use Gucci as an example, god knows I love their designs and advertising campaigns, but on my discovery of their now ‘mad in China’ reputation, I have gone into a revolt against them.
Also, might I add in if I haven’t already (I most probably have) that I am an avid reader of Vogue and as much of a long shot you may think it, I hoped to one day be editor-in-chief. I said that last part in past tense because I am now questioning this ambition and entertaining other ideas. When a good half (I shall find evidence in due time to prove this), is advertising I question what the hell I would really be advertising, oh sorry excuse me, I mean editing. Good question? I think so. Open to answers, because I seem to have a lack of them for that particular question.
So back onto designers in general and indeed to stop picking on Vogue and Gucci, they aren’t all they are cracked up to be. Yes certainly their haute couture is impressive and beautifully made, but their general clothing is much like that of any other chain store. Wearing these labels doesn’t mean you have good taste, it means you have enough money to flaunt the price tag. Congratulations. When you see four Louis Vuitton shops in one airport it doesn’t just make me question whether they are a chain store, it confirms it. You think you can ever have a one off piece? Think again. Money can buy you a lot, and I do believe it can buy you happiness. Just remember that what you pay for isn’t the craftsmanship in the clothing, god knows the real thing and all its copies are made in the same factory in China. What you are paying for is the name that is plastered inside or out.
I won’t lie though, if I had the money I might just buy one of these items, see if it gives me piece of mond to know that What I am wearing could have feed an African family for a year plus. And I am gulty of loving expensive clothing and accessories, I have a not-so-cheap Guess watch. But now I think I shall ake quite the effort to stick to New Zealand designers. While they are expensive at least all the clothing etc is made in New Zealand and suport our economy.
Firstly how do I make a difference to the world? I mean a real difference. Woah cliché I know but it’s not something my brain thinks about constantly to be hip and trendy it’s something that as I stated earlier, worries me enough to trake the time to write it down. Firstly it was not just I who enlightened myself to these wise thoughts but also my somewhat slightly cynical father. So after much time being wasted I shall finally attempt to explain what I am getting at.
As much as I love travelling, it is without a doubt, bittersweet. We have on the one sticky sweet hand; the experience of new culture, seeing a place with more history in one building than our country possesses as a whole nation. On the bitter hand there is the carbon miles you leave all over the globe as you jetset a total of 24hours to reach your destination. Seeing the pollution in many of the cities that are called ‘fashion capitals’ aka Milan is an eye- opener. The only pictures ever shown in Vogue are the immaculate streets lined with their famous fashion houses. I don’t feel it necessary to name them. It is necessary that you know them, or at least know of. I am beginning to think that these pictures are in a part of Milan that doesn’t include the smog, poverty and pollution that seem to run this city. Perhaps a computer generated image aka some whiz on photoshop is the more likely and realistic explanation of the source of such pictures. Depressing yes, disappointing no. Infact it worked itsef into quite the eye- opener of trips. It shouldn’t take one haf the globe’s worth of travelling to realize how lucky I am to live in New Zealand. Learn from my mistake. No, let me rephrase that, my example. Trips like these are more holidays than adventures, and if you don’t learn what you do like you certainly learn what you don’t like. I suppose living in a small country that is secluded from the rest of the world for the most part, things like labels and designers seem like a big deal. Living in Christchurch there is one designer store; Louis Vuitton. Nothing like you see the streets lined with in Barcelona like Gucci, Prada, Cartier, Todds, MaxMara, Chanel and well the list goes on, as it always will. Anyway back to Christchurch and its lack there of such labels, there is never anybody EVER in that one designer store that we possess. Quite frankly there is absolutely no point in this shop being there, the only thing one can even entertain the idea of purchasing is perhaps a pen; approximately $200 a pop. Pointless much? Totally. Funny thing kis, I was once in awe of those labels and used to insist that people call them designers rather than labels. There is a difference. Now I have reverted to calling them labels because really that’s all they are. Really how much designing goes into that mini dress that is made in China (yes Gucci I am talking about you.) China! You can’t tell me that Gucci cannot afford to manufacture their clothing where it is designed. Now that Gucci’s clothing is manufactured in china the workers will get sweet eff all (if you mind my French, I tried to make it sound as polite as possible.) So I will try to rephrase that again simply; the workers get nothing (close to), the middle man makes glutonous amounts of money, while the consumers (yes, you and I) pay $2000 at least for one of these high fashion items.
It does make me sad to even use Gucci as an example, god knows I love their designs and advertising campaigns, but on my discovery of their now ‘mad in China’ reputation, I have gone into a revolt against them.
Also, might I add in if I haven’t already (I most probably have) that I am an avid reader of Vogue and as much of a long shot you may think it, I hoped to one day be editor-in-chief. I said that last part in past tense because I am now questioning this ambition and entertaining other ideas. When a good half (I shall find evidence in due time to prove this), is advertising I question what the hell I would really be advertising, oh sorry excuse me, I mean editing. Good question? I think so. Open to answers, because I seem to have a lack of them for that particular question.
So back onto designers in general and indeed to stop picking on Vogue and Gucci, they aren’t all they are cracked up to be. Yes certainly their haute couture is impressive and beautifully made, but their general clothing is much like that of any other chain store. Wearing these labels doesn’t mean you have good taste, it means you have enough money to flaunt the price tag. Congratulations. When you see four Louis Vuitton shops in one airport it doesn’t just make me question whether they are a chain store, it confirms it. You think you can ever have a one off piece? Think again. Money can buy you a lot, and I do believe it can buy you happiness. Just remember that what you pay for isn’t the craftsmanship in the clothing, god knows the real thing and all its copies are made in the same factory in China. What you are paying for is the name that is plastered inside or out.
I won’t lie though, if I had the money I might just buy one of these items, see if it gives me piece of mond to know that What I am wearing could have feed an African family for a year plus. And I am gulty of loving expensive clothing and accessories, I have a not-so-cheap Guess watch. But now I think I shall ake quite the effort to stick to New Zealand designers. While they are expensive at least all the clothing etc is made in New Zealand and suport our economy.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Gossip Girl
Im a big fan of the Gossip Girl series..in fact thats a ridiculous understatement. I aspire to live lives like theirs one day in a suuny in summer and snowy in winter, spacious loft that overlooks Central Park, working as the CNN News anchor or the Vogue Editor-in-chief. Thats not too much to aspire to is it?
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Coffe versus Ballet shoes.
So here's the low down and the way to cut a long story short: My brother just made a comparison with ballet shoes to coffee. We haven't been getting along lately and he and I piss each other off at any opportunity we get. In the process of moaning that the ice cream was 'too hard' (oh well I'm sorry, I thought that's it was meant to be seeing as it does surprisingly come frozen.) Anyway somehow he said yeah well you cant get a good coffee anywhere here apart from C1 in town, everywhere else is shit. I say Seriously just get over it. Stop thinking your 'the shit' just because you drink coffee, god your so full of crap. He replies oh well its exactly the same with your pointe shoes or whatever..your always going about how this brand is so much better than this one and shit. OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU KIDDING RIGHT NOW? Did I seriously just hear that? They are completely different! By now I'm so enraged that I go and stack the dishwasher with the thought going through my head that 'Man if this isn't a good blog topic then I just don't know what is'. Unbelievable.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Careers, cough cough..
Today I went into the NZ Broadcasting School to try and get a foot in the door, when the only take 20 people a year it's sort of necessary! Now is it just me or is year13 the most bombarding and ridiculously stressful year yet? Only a term into it and this is how I'm feeling..oh great. Quite honestly I'm just so sick of, it seems, everybody going on about what your going to do next year aka uni uni uni. I wish I could be one of those people to just take a year off and chill overseas doing, well ideally: not a lot, partying, skiing, sunbathing etc etc. But instead I'm the sort of person that will probably end up as a bum on the street if I have a slight change of routine. Don't get me wrong I'm not one of those people that hates change, completely the opposite actually which may be why I cant seem to hold down a relationship for more than a couple of months but hey! We're young so why bother with all that..you've got all your grown up life to be married and boring, but anyway that's a another topic for a rainy day. So back to broadcasting school, I want to be a journo/ reporter then ultimately a news reader. The Canterbury Uni liaison tried to tell me that an industry like that is virtually impossible to get into blah blah. Well what a 'glass-half-empty sort of a guy' and doesn't he just do the Uni so much justice (excuse the sarcasm and rhetorical question..what a double banger!!!) I will be a news reader though whatever it takes.
Watch this space.
xoxo NC
Watch this space.
xoxo NC
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