Thursday, May 12, 2011

A visit to the supermarket

Post earthquake I really struggled with my love for living in Japan. I remember a few days after the earthquake I was standing in my kitchen washing my dishes when a particularly strong after shock hit and I thought to myself 'what am I doing here?' I didn't want to be in Japan any longer. Thankfully after some time the feelings of full on obsession for Japan are coming back, and my trip to the supermarket last night reminded me of that.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Oh the angst

At school I was definitely a geek. Frizzy hair, pimples, braces and an awkward lankiness were all part of my aesthetic. I didn't fit in with the wallflowers or academics so instead developed smart arse repartees to try and combat those who were better looking than I. Sometimes I stuck fridget magnets to my braces to get a laugh, but in reality it was pretty dire times. 

My staple outfit consisted of a black turtleneck, faded stonewashed bootleg jeans and leather lace ups. I knew what I liked but was worried I would look too ugly/silly if I tried to pull something off that was 'fash-un'. The group of girls I hung out with were good looking and popular so on Friday nights boys would ring me up to ask whether particular girls were interested. It was so depressing.  

I was totally and completely in love with the art teachers son and would create intricately detailed fantasies in my mind about the two of us doing something mundane, like walking through the supermarket car park together. Through some minor miracle he became my first boyfriend and briefly, I was the happiest girl on earth. One evening I snuck down my long driveway to find him waiting for me, beer can in hand, ready to kiss me. 

It was a first lip lock for both of us and afterwards I lay awake shaking in excitement replaying the strange memory of a tongue in my mouth. Three days after the spectacular kiss he dumped me at a friends party, on a trampoline. I was devastated to discover he liked a much prettier geek who he started dating. I cried until my eyes were red and hazy and refused to eat dinner. 

In the following years I would act out in rebellion to try and gain popularity which lead to my exile to a posh English style boarding school courtesy of my worried parents. The girls at the school heard a rumor that I was a half Mexican half Spanish drug dealer and no one really talked to me for the first term for fear I would offer them cocaine.

Being a teen was hard. All the soul searching and angst is at times too much to take on and although most teenagers (me) can be self involved and inconsiderate,  it would have been good to know that I didn't need to worry that these weren't the best years of my life and eventually the awkward self loathing would pass. Ahh, the beauty of hindsight.

My dedication list of TV shows and movies that gives me sweet sweet nostalgia about being a teen.

Freaks and Geeks
My So Called Life
The Wonder Years
Ghost World
Virgin Suicides
An Education
Pretty in Pink
The Wackness
Welcome to the Dollhouse
Sweet Sixteen
Ferris Bueller's day off
Mystic Pizza
Dazed and Confused
American Beauty


When I was back in New Zealand it felt like something of a holiday, but different from the ones I had been taking. It was a sleep deeply/don't wake me from my slumber no matter how important it is/ reading novels in my childhood bedroom while eating cameo cremes/ I'm taking a bubble bath and drinking red wine, kind of getaway. In between these times of recharge I saw my friends who I had been missing terribly and we danced furiously to Blondie and Santos Esmerelda, practiced air maracas, went to karaoke and pulled yoga moves while drunk. There were no laminated itineraries or sight seeing and it was nice. Now that I am rested, relaxed and back in the ever wonderful Japan I am dreaming about the next exotic location I want to travel to. 

Images from YouthQuakers. How good are old Vogues?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Muji meets Idée

 I'm really enjoying the aesthetics of Muji meets Idée. So much apartment inspiration for the upcoming summer months!

Monday, May 9, 2011

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Word to ya mother

I'm no craft master but I managed to whip this up for Mum. Only the best effort for the very best of mothers! My Mum is an enigma wrapped in a riddle who still continues to amaze and baffle me. Only when you get a little bit older do you come to realise how spectacular the people closest to you are. Bessy defied a 1700 year old tradition to marry the man she loved.  She moved to the other side of the world knowing no one but him and set up an amazing life for herself.  She makes the best food I have ever tasted, loves ABBA and Lady Gaga and  is selfless in everything that she does.  Happy Mothers day Mum! xx

Cançó de l'alba - Bedroom

Maybe if all adults kept the imagination they had when they were children, the world would be more like this?