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THIS IS WEENY.

xx

This is how I feel right now.


In other news, I have a degree now, I've got one day left in Kingsland (Oh pastry, I will miss you), I'm moving to Melbourne in twelve days, I'm having a farewell picnic, the last week has been bittersweet to say the least and this will be my last livejournal post ever. I'll blog from Australia and probably from my own domain.

Love, strawberries and pure unadulterated sunshine bliss,
Sheena

GOBAMA!!


                           Obama by Terry Richardson

Today is pretty much like only the most incredibly exciting day in the history of politics in my life so far. In the last week, I've cared more about sustainability and economic policies and gay rights and health care than ever before. I've even already voted in the New Zealand election and a got a sticker that says YES I'VE VOTED

Barack Obama needs to kill that shit. He's the perfect future president and an amazing orator. John McCain and his arms that don't go over his head and his Alaskan hockey mom for a buddy can go home now. Oooh I can't wait for them to be counting votes and then you see all the states turn blue cos they're all voting democrats and EEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Plus he's gorgeous! Who wants to look at McCain's melted wax candle for a face. Not I.

I'm a little sad that I'm missing the Melbourne Cup this year. Last year, Tara and I and our friends were able to attend on a whim, thanks to our gorgeous friend Clement Versace Kennedy who had a marquee in The Carpark or something or rather. There were Rolls Royces, strawberries, cucumber sandwiches and more fun than you could shake a champagne flute at. My friend Jess gave me a dress while Tara made the chocolate truffle hat I wore in her millinery class. Afterwards we drunkenly stumbled to more revelry and some superb dumplings. Just delicious.



I think if I'd had time to prepare, I'd wanna wear something like this 1968 Oscar de la Renta number.



Prettiness.

I found this decaying art by artist Ben Harben a few years ago.




The Bubblegum Society is a collection of art made up of reality television stars such as Joe Millionaire, Paris Hilton and William Hung. Each star's likeness has been "chewed up and spit out" in ordinary bubblegum on canvas.

Harben uses chewing gum as a medium in an attempt to draw attention to the sugar-coated disposability of television's 15-minute famers. He presents their well-chewed portraits in tribute to their inevitable decline. Harben sees these decomposing portraits as an allusion to the way that society half-digests those relegated to fast fame, before moving onto the next empty-calorie, low-substance entertainment snack.

If you're wondering what's up with the frenetic blogging, it's 'cause I'm throwing out my scrapbooks, dozens of them filled with ideas and art and things I have liked in the last nine years and while it's breaking my heart, I want to share some stuff so I can remember it.

Like British artist Ian Wright for instance who makes portraits out of 

mascara wands



Rizla rolling papers



Emperial butterflies out of post its



He's been commissioned to do work from everyone from Issey Miyake to Givenchy to Howies. He's even just done T.I.'s new album artwork out of paper. Ian Wright prefer to let the materials he uses influence the outcome of his art.

Artist Justin Gignac sells garbage. He scours New York City streets picking up trash. After filling bags with subway passes, Broadway tickets, and other NYC junk, he carefully arrange plastic cubes of the stuff. Each box is unique and doesn't leak or smell. The cubes are then signed, numbered, and dated, making them perfect for anyone that wants their own piece of the NYC landscape. Get them now before they clean up NYC.

The boxes are timecapsules of NY in many ways and sell for $50, and special edition ones like New Year's eve at Times Square for $100. I like his website.

Today marks exactly a month before I forever flee from the land of the long cloud to my favourite city in the world. Last night it hit me like a ton of bricks. One month. 30 days. Holy. Crap.

Here are some reasons everyone likes Melbourne.



The Baristas sketch portraits of you in the coffees at Flavours of Lakhoum.

There are so many great sculptures in the city.





There are hidden alleys full of amazing art that you may just stumble upon unbeknownst to you.

The architecture is wonderful and its romantic as hell.



Sometimes the alleyways also have cupcakes.

 

Yep I heart Melbourne.

Many reasons for this video. Sophie Marceau embodies femininity and independence, the ad is incredibly sexy and I have had Glory Box by Portishead on repeat all weekend.

My boyfriend is adorable. Apart from being super nice to look at, he picks me flowers and has a wardrobe to die for. For Halloween, he made these costumes for himself and his friend Ken. I especially love the cherries in the wheels. Teva is my favourite.

I love the soft pink tones that these Martha Stewart cupcake papers have in these polaroids. Like everyone, I mourned at the funeral of polaroid film, I now feel like my time at Jager taking countless free polaroids of people was a civic service.


danske

Speaking of polaroids, I found the loveliest polaroid camera in a flea market a few weeks ago for only a dollar, neither the stall owner nor I had any idea if the camera was in working order. But surely if it was that great looking, purchasing it wouldn't have been totally futile right?

All day breakfast at Lulu's in Ponsonby reignites my belief in the universe or something. Pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, eggs and tomatoes. Gone in 16 minutes. Photos by boyfriend who has molto serious addiction to pancakes.

I'm so sleepy.

BFF is being the best BFF ever. After we failed at making peanut butter fudge in attempt number one, her attempt number two was an uber success. Also she made a yummy stew for dinner, and cooked me dumplings for a midnight snack. Plus she let me use her laptop all day so I could finish my 4000 word essay due in 13 hours. But instead here I am blogging.

Headhoods are fun. Essays not so much.



Happy Halloween.

I was and continue to be jealous of every person and every city that attended and hosted the Diesel XXX parties that took place simultaneously in 17 major cities worldwide to celebrate Diesel's 30th anniversary.


The NYC party had NERD and a very pregnant M.I.A. perform and even do a live mash up. Other cities starred anyone from Uffie to Hot Chip to TI to Franz Ferdinand.

Above is the ad and subsequent viral created for the big bashes.

I've always struggled with what to put as an occupation on my business card which has always deterred me from getting some made.
Ages ago, I'd stumbled across a website that had templates for all these great made up professions like cloud artist, indian giver cowboy, bathtub tester, goldfish hypnotizer.

Oh here I found it.

So what could I be?








I'm a woman of many trades.

Flickr is a treasure trove of wonderful things. I love this print and photo. I read it and still want to go to NYC.

Babyyyy you're my disease.

Chris Brown and Rihanna's concert last night was amazing. I had the best view from where I sat in a section reserved for media while my camera got taken into the photo pit hence these images.











Chris Brown was thoroughly charming, his Michael Jackson tribute absolutely brilliant but Rihanna probably stole the show. Ornate, elaborate sets and costumes, pyrotechnics, hiphop and burlesque dancers and a killer rendition of M.I.A's Paper Planes. Rihanna was so fierce plus she had me sucking in my stomach through her entire set.

Someone called my house last night when I was still at university slaving over the assignment of death and my flatmate took the message. Except the message was a drawing. Of an orange with a face holding a cigarette.

Who was it?
Was it you?
My money's on this krazy/beatuful girl. (Yep I've been watching Flavor of Love)



Speaking of crazy beautiful, I totally love photos of models backstage.





Through the chicness, they're always a little cheekier and dorkier and livelier.