My kingdom for some matzo meal.

Good morning. Isn't it just? Only moments ago did I finish a bowl of porridge with black cherry jam, hence the chipper demeanour. I am in the slow two-day process of making 'Jewish penicillin" aka chicken soup with matzo balls. However, I can't for the life of me find matzo meal anywhere. Granted I have only looked in three major supermarkets. But one can not simply traverse all around a city in search of matzo meal when one does not own an automobile! When the soup is finished I will post some pictures.

stressed out

Despite having a week off of uni starting tomorrow, I'm currently feeling rather stressed. Just a stab in the dark, but I think it may be a culmination of looming assignments, overdue train fines, centrelink fuss, financial debts to mother and attempting to move houses all at once and in a short space of time! By the same token, Led* slept in my bed last night and I woke up (late) to flea bites and a puddle of urine. Perfect timing considering I had a french assesment to get to. I should really write in to MX, their horoscope predictions always seem to be way off. Who'da thunk it?

* Led = Felis Catus.

Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

I am in a very odd mood today. The weather is surely to blame.
I didn't go out last night. It was the first Saturday night at home in a long time.
I can't get this out of my head.
I really need to track down more of Kenneth Anger's work.
John Waters is a huge fan so I am expecting a myriad of wonderous and creepy short films.
I'm going to get a coconut.
Until next time.

Ebay Fever

I've been a trifle poorly this past week and the result has been a combination of reluctantly consuming olive leaf extract and raw garlic, watching Northern Exposure and going corking mad on Ebay. I fancy I shall be pinching my pennies for the following week.

Mother also visited me today to drop off my new slow cooker. Can't wait to get my masterchef on.

A Crying Shame.

"There is beauty in anger, and anger for me is a passion" - Alexander McQueen.

McQueen was just so theatrical and provocative. There are few Designers who constantly create pieces that hit me like a ton of bricks at first glance. That instant awestruck chill. He was definately one of them.


One image that I have never been able to forget was the Nick Knight photograph of Aimee Mullins from a really really old issue of Dazed and Confused that McQueen guest edited. Everyone has always been quick to note how that particular issue was unforgettable because it centered around models with disabilities (a brilliant concept). But what was unforgettable for me was that Givenchy Wooden Fan Jacket. I have the same reaction looking at his metal skirt from Alexander McQueen Autumn/Winter 99'.


The ENTIRE Fall/Winter 08-09 collection was also a favourite. I remember walking past a Harrods window display in London around Christmas time and seeing this incredibly luscious, detailed, exotic red coat. Seeing something that precious up close - the fact that it could simpy be bought and was not in a Museum - was surreal. He was a true master and his absence will be felt.

Peaches and Cream

I have this vivid memory of being in the Sydney Wheels and Dollbaby store when I was twelve. This sassy woman with a platinum blonde bouffant and clacky mules told me in an unmistakable smoker's voice that I had beautiful skin - just like peaches and cream - and that I should never ever smoke. All I remember thinking is that I wanted to be exactly like her when I grew up.