Monday, October 11, 2010

as snug as a [floral] bug

something that i am absolutely obsessed with at the moment is floral bed linen. teeny tiny pink rosebuds nestled amongst canary yellow stripes, cornflower blue petals that pop against creamy white and whimsically wild trailing plants that snake their way across the bed. LOVE

after buying these miranda july pillowcases from third drawer down, i hunted like a crazy lady for the lovely floral sheets that they used in the promotional pics...


alas, could not fine any that weren't made of flanelette.

ew.

so i styled them up with my old but oh-so-soft ikea sheets that i've had for a million years but can't bear to throw away because they remind me of lovely things, like breakfast in bed and spilling tea and writing in bed and my mama.



these beautiful bleary sleeping shots make me ache for those lazy hazy weekend mornings right at the beginning of summer, when you wake early at the first glimmer of hot sunlight but stay nestled between soft sheets for a lovely long sleep in before slapping bare feet upon cool floorboards and starting the day.









ness x

Friday, August 27, 2010

thank you pia

a profile piece that i scribbled about the incredibly talented miss pia jane bijkerk is in the september issue of home beautiful. pia's writing and photography is such an inspiration to me, so it was such a treat to be able to chat with her over the phone for a couple of hours, while drinking lots and lots of lovely tea. she's written a beautiful post about it on her blog.

it's writing features like this that make me fall in love with magazines all over again.

ness x

Thursday, August 26, 2010

blue willow, welcome

my teacup collection has welcomed a new member into its fold. i snagged this lovely creature at the rozelle markets last weekend. i absolutely love the blue willow pattern; it reminds me of my childhood. my mother had an entire set and i used to love staring at the all the different details of the pattern as my plate slowly (or quickly, depending on the food!) cleared.


snapped with my new (old) slr. expect lots more photography as i work out how the hell to use it.

ness x

Friday, May 14, 2010

friday i'm in love

i love quiet, calm Fridays in the office. such a lovely way to end a frantic week.

today i am furiously tip-tap-tip-tapping on my mac, alt-tabbing between a beautiful feature that I'm writing about a particulary fabulous blogger/stylist/artist/writer (shan't name names) and mulling between black and blue jeans at urbanoutfitters.com (free shipping to all australian buyers on purchases over $100 until may 30), listening to the soulful tunes of laura marling, gossling, little joy and zooey deschanel and drinking piping hot cups of freshly brewed french earl grey tea from t2. bliss.


ness x

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

happy happy joy

my darlings, i must share with you a band that has ardently stolen my heart. Little Joy induces exactly that... foot-stomping, spine-tinging, pure JOY. i'm obsessively stalking their website praying for some australian gig dates...



brand new day :: little joy



don't want me dancing :: little joy



unattainable :: little joy


ness x

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

we meet again

well, look at this. I'm back...

It's been such an awfully long time and I've missed you all, so much. No, really, I have! There's a little ache in my heart every time i greedily read a beautiful blog and i wistfully think of this, sitting here, waiting ever so patiently.

I'm not sure how often I'll be posting but... I really want this to work out so: new rules. I spend my days writing and find it oh so hard to think of anything more substantial than 'please pass the milk' at the end of a long day. so not as much writing this time peeps. the other thing that i spend my days doing is reading... blogs, zines, magazines and supplements and newspapers from all over the world. hopefully i can condense some of my favourite links and stories here for you. and, of course, lots of beautiful photographs for you to feast your beady little eyes on. so, shall we get started?


i want to EAT this chair.


It's made out of bread, how genius is that? though i can't imagine being able to sit still for very long without turning around and sneakily nibbling the seat frame. i'll have extra virgin olive oil and lashing of balsamic vinegar with mine, please...



Lovely Anna Fraser is a sydney-based illustrator who i've recently discovered. i have a slightly unhealthy obsession with cards (what, it's not normal to hoard hundreds of still-wrapped-never-written-in cards in shoeboxes under the bed?) and laura's hand-painted watercolours depicting the absurdities (and funny little truths) of life hit the spot for me. from $10/each, etsy.com/annafraser




two blogs that just fill me with heart-soaring joy are bloesem and style-files. i have them to blame for wanting to rip out my entire courtyard (oops, can't. live in a sharehouse) and plant the prettiest god damn herb garden you've ever seen.

and it's no secret at the mag where i work that i ardently adore and fervently favour the color blue. cornflower blue, i DO love you! and oh! azure and periwinkle and sapphire and teal and tiffany blue. even the names make me feel giddy with happiness. Isn't this hue just divine? I could stare at it for hours. If anyone knows the shade i would be eternally grateful...


and this dreamy wall of crockery stacked high is from a Belgium house that was posted at style-files. i pine, i perish! my crockery collection is burgeoing but no where near as impressive as this (in fact, i do believe my rather modest collection of floral plates and mismatched teacups would fit into just one of those cubby holes. sigh)


one more find! i'm deliriously happy to announce that Lizzie Allen, reigning queen of the UK wallpaper scene, is finally able to purchase in australia. it's happy, happy day. only print so far - but lucky for us, its her iconic london telephone box design that makes me dizzy for the sights and smells of husty bustly london. from $850/print, visit quintessential duckeggBLUE for deets.


(anyone got a spare, oh, $850 lying about? I'll take coins, i ain't picky)

ness x

Thursday, August 13, 2009

love on a plate

have i told you about my friend CM? i call her my wife, cos when we moved to sydney together all we had was each other. we had to be each others sister grandmother mother wife etc. anyway, she is beautiful and funny and has such a perfect straight nose and even though she wears kooky clothes she always manages to look uber chic (aren't we all just a little jealous of those effortlessly elegant girls?)

tonight she made me a gour-met vegetarian feast cos she knew i was tired and busy at work and needed lots of vegies and protein. If only everyone had a wife like CM...


pumpkin risotto cakes with tomato stuffed mushrooms and sauteed baby spinach. topped off with ricotta. if you ask ever so nicely i'm sure she'll give you the recipe... 

ness x

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

sugar hit

tonight i trudged wearily up the stairs to my second-floor apartment, turned the key in the lock, pushed open the door and this... amazing smell wafted out, tickled my nostrils and floated out the door. It smelt akin to honeysuckles, like... sweet vanilla pods, like the gooey centre of a creme brulee after the satisfying craaaaack. it smelt like SPRING.

usually my apartment smells like vegemite, soup and the faint smell of cat. niiice. I racked my brain trying to think what it might be then i remembered....

... on sunday i bought two hyacinth plants - one purple, one white - and sat one my windowsill and one on my end table. The guy said they were fragrant; he wasn't kidding. 





ness x

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

winter supper

there are very few problems that a bowl of soup can't fix. 

when i was a wee ness, my mama would herald the beginning of winter by cooking up a huge, bubbling pot of potato and leek soup. chop chop chop the sweet soapy smell of leeks would fill the corners of our house and in would tumble the waxy squares of potatoes one by one. the soup would brew for an hour or so, teasing us with its fragrant deliciousness. my sister and i would hover in the living room, peering over the kitchen bench watching it go wizzzzzzz in the blender. Then into our hungry mouths it would fall... QUICK! gulp gulp down and so hot it would burn our tongues. sweet and creamy and silky smooth, she would sneakily leave in lots of little potato chunks (just cos i liked them). 

Like many of my mother's recipes, i tried this one in my very own kitchen at the beginning of winter. chop chop chop went the leeks and potatoes, in tumbled some carrots and spinach for good measure and a splash of cream. wizzzzzzzzz in the blender and as i waited with bated breath, i smothered damp brown bread in salty butter and gobbled it down. Out the soup came, and it tasted... not exactly like my mother's.... yes, similar, but something different. it tasted like.... yup, that was it. it tasted like sydney and studio apartments and paddy's markets and spindly trees and milky tea. A mixture of two worlds. 

so the other night i went a little cuhrazy and decided to experiment... with vegetables. i know, right? i am one wild child. this lovely soupy goodness is a creation of yours truly and i would oh so love to hear your most favourite winter-warming recipe pretty please!


SPICY CARROT AND CHICKPEA SOUP
serves: 4 days of ness' lunches

3 carrots, chopped (leave the skin on - its awfully good for you. my dad said so)
2 cans of chickpeas, drained
2 potatoes, chopped
1 med sized sweet potato, chopped
3 greedy handfuls of baby spinach
4 cups chicken stock (i am lazy and buy ready-made but aim to make my own one day)
1 onion, finely chopped
3 or 4 bay leaves
a little bit of garlic
a littler bit of chilli
sea salt and freshly ground pepper
oh and lots of good quality olive oil and parmesan cheese (splurge!)

Turn up the heat and chuck in the garlic, chilli, onion and a good splash of olive oil. Sweat it out, so that all the lovely flavours are released. Stir occasionally while you chop chop all the vegies out. Toss in the carrots - i like to get these totally immersed in the spicy chilli and garlic. Cook for 5 mins or so, then toss in the chickpeas and get those nice and garlic-y too. Another splash of olive oil works well here. Cook for another 5 minutes or so. 

Throw in the potatoes and sweet potatoes, pour in the stock and add 2 or 3 cups of water (the vegies should be totally covered with lots of liquid on top). Add any herbs that you want - i like a good shake of paprika and some extra chilli for good measure - and of course, lots of pepper and a pinch of salt. Sprinkle your bay leaves on top, pop the lid on and bring to the boil.

Hold on, almost done! Take it down to a nice gentle simmer and cook 'til the vegies are nice and tender (try the sweet potato, this one takes the longest to cook so it's a good indicator). Stir in the spinach leaves, oh - and have a little taste here, too. Feel free to add more herbs and spices to your liking. Let cool for a little, then wizzzzzz through the blender (or use a hand mix, this soup is not all picky). Ladle into bowls and top with some crumbly parmigiano reggiano. it's damn fine, i tell you! 


('scuse the dirty bowl. i am not very good at "plating up".)

ness x

Friday, July 17, 2009

500 days of summer

it's official: I have a new girl crush. Yes, miss zooey deschanel has knocked sarah blasko and amy adams off their pedestals & stolen my heart.  I am so eagerly waiting to see her newest film venture '500 Days Of Summer' which also stars... wait for it..  Joseph Gordon- Levitt from 3rd rock fame. *swoon* who knew he'd grow up so good? it's my dream cast AND they play lots of fab music too, like The Smiths, Regina Spektor and even a couple of Zooey's own sweet melodies. I only have to wait... oh, 2 months, i think. 

In the meantime, I am feeding my film addiction with several other newbies that are soon to be released. I've already seen Sunshine Cleaning and Every Little Step (3.5 stars, 4.5 stars) and have J.M Coetzee's Disgrace, Coco Avant Chanel, Beautiful Kate, The September Issue and Last Ride on my to-watch list. there's just nothing nicer than a wintry sunday afternoon spent at the cinema with a chai latte and a caramello koala (or two).




ness x

Thursday, July 16, 2009

hey big spender

I have a theory about pay day: it's always the first weekend that ruins you. Every month it follows the same pattern... a nice little lump sum lands in your account, the numbers glow and you feel... RICH! it's at this stage that I start to fantasise about all the things that i could do with my loot. a weekend away in melbourne perhaps? oooh witchery boots! or that new art book in Ariel that I've been coveting...

But then I remember that paying rent and bills and groceries and insurance and train tickets leaves nothing more than a sad little pile of dirty coins and a couple of tenners. sigh. so I pledge that for the first weekend after pay day, my purse strings will stay tied tight. NO spending, I tell myself, and usually I stay true to my promise for a coupe of days at least. This month? Well, it's officially a record. That's right my lovelies, I lasted exactly 32 hours before blowing a significant amount of my pennies at Country Road. A couple of the girls in the office are bestowed with little gold country road VIP cards which entitle them to a veeery nice 30% off. How could a girl resist? (and, I convinced myself, I really really needed more tops). I loveee everything that they have in store at the moment, spesh all those fab chunky knits. I scored a long sleeve silk white blouse, a little grey and white pleated camisole that will go very nicely thankyou with my black blazer and the cutest blue and white cap sleeved blouse that boasts a high neck and floppy bow.

hmmm two days into the pay month and only, what? 28 to go? i predict a "how-to-do-a-weekend-on-a-budget" post coming very soon...

oh yes, also wanted to share this photo with you. Snapped at approx 5pm from my office window; isn't this the most luminous sunrise you've ever seen? 




ness x

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

for the love of music

any sydney-ite who supports local Aussie music would've heard that radio stalwart FBI is in deep financial strife. Not-for-profit and privately owned, they're poor as church mice and need our help. From weekly cheapie gigs to fundraisers and auctions, there's stacks of fabulous things YOU can do to get involved. head here for more info. 

A couple of weeks ago they announced that the Chaser boys had offered to dedicate all the tickets from their July 14th taping to FBi. My darling friend Philly, ever the generous soul, snaffled up a couple of tickets in the blink of an eye and offered one to yours truly. The taping of the chaser is harder to get into than APEC so I was pretty stoked.

Make sure to tune in tomorrow night to watch the episode; much better than previous ones i thought...


ness x

Monday, July 13, 2009

a reunion of sorts

well, hello. it's been a little while, huh? I've been waiting for a long time to get my blog mojo back and somehow tonight - in between being a complete uncoordinated spaz at boxing class and scoffing a cheese & tomato toastie - it zoooooooooom came flooding back. It's just a little spark at the moment but hoping praying wishing that I'll be blogging daily ever so soon.

See, i am ever so lucky in that i get paid every day to write and sometimes i find it a little difficult to come home at the end of the day and... write. It's sad but often my brain feels so drained and empty and devoid of anything intelligent and/or witty and i really didn't think it fair to subject you, my darling readers, to my incoherent ramblings. But (there's always a but) i've really missed blogging. So i'm going to stop writing bloody essays and instead just post a little something every night. A deliciously decadent recipe. A new designer. A wintry Sydney night that has me twirly twirling in the rain gutters. Milky tea. A film that makes me cry. A book that makes me think. A salsa-dancing sangria-drinking saturday night adventure. 

i do so hope that you'll come back and re-visit me again. i've missed you all!

ness x


Tuesday, March 3, 2009

fashion forecast

it is steamy hot again in sydney. the constant change in weather is making me dizzzzzy... but it does give me a chance to drag out those gorgeous summer dresses for one last twirl. I wore a very pale blue frock today with itty bitty polka dots, capped sleeves and a lovely tie waist; the perfect dress for flowers in your hair/sunshine lunch in the park/tap dancing in the gutter.

Today i lay in the park at lunch with my friend april, who is ever so stylish. "April," asked I, as we lounged on our backs in the grass, staring up at the dappled leaves twinkling in the bright light of the sun. "What clothes will I be wearing this winter?" She gave my question deep thought before turning over onto her side and propping herself up on one elbow. "Lots of geometrics... black and white, stacks of fabulous bright prints - think tribal! It's all about power dressing - high waisted skirts, shoulder pads [cue ness shuddering], wide glossy belts. Lots of leather teamed with lace, v.high shoe-boots - edgy but glamourous - pair with red lippy and smudgy kohl eyeliner." 

Ah, don't you love this time of year, when the next season's fashion is just out of reach but still close enough to dream about? Close enough that you can practically picture yourself dashing through blustery rain in glossy ankle boots and a high collared crisp white shirt, but still far enough way that money really isn't an issue... 

Later that day, I ate dinner at Govindas, a Darlinghurst institution who serve a buffet-style vegetarian feast, and upstairs, an intimate movie theatre which boasts squishy sofas and cushions and has a strict NO SHOES policy. I skipped the film but gorged on the dahl+lentils+pappadums+salad+bread, which are all truly amazing and leave you feeling very sleepy and content. I twirly-twirled home through the Cross in my dotty frock, past the bikies and the hookers and the tune-deaf busker who sings sesame street over and over with a monkey puppet on his hand, all the way home to miss holly who promptly bit my ear. bless her little socks...

ness x

Thursday, February 26, 2009

flight of fancy

my heart is aflutter for the latest collection from one of my fave NY designers, Re Jin Lee. Her label Bailey Doesn't Bark is whimsical, quaint and just a little bit frivolous - i want!



hmm... first sparrows, then owls, now flamingos... Will the bird trend ever end? My bet is on deers next...

ness x


Sunday, February 15, 2009

limbo land

sydney is leaking, it seems. out of nowhere the blue sky has cracked open, revealing an ugly torrent of splotchy raindrops. neither hot nor cold, the air is stalwart; frozen in time. women scurry around with summer dresses stuck wet to their thighs, umbrellas clutched nervously at chest. boys' feet are muddy from cheap rubber thongs, and the funny combination of shorts + striped hoodies holds them in limbo. 

yesterday i went to good vibes with my friend P. the forecast was for 20 degrees; overcast with "rain periods". oh. my. GOD... i have never been so cold and wet and completely rain-sodden in all my life; made even worse by the fact that it was completely by choice. thank god i had a cute yellow paddington bear-esque poncho to brave the storm in style...  The music was bloody good though; and I am now completely in love with Yelle, a fabulously quirky French rap artist who had all the shirtless boys in absolute rapture.  check her out here

ness x

Friday, February 13, 2009

dumpling fever

i am: curled up on my couch, listening to the drunk boys outside my window slur the lyrics to somewhere over the rainbow and suffering from a severe case of dumpling fever (how many can one girl stuff in her face in just one evening? the answer, i have discovered, is A LOT). oh and you know what else? steamed red bean buns are deliciousness in soft doughy wrapping. In drizzly weather after a long week, comfort food with friends in a steamy asian restaurant is sometimes exactly what you need.

guess what? i did a little bit of music-hunting today and came upon three female singer/songwriters who both bring a fresh spark and originality to their work, plus a funny little cover tune to amuse and a lovely blog for you to gobble up.

Texas-born Erin McCarley reminds me a little of Regina Spektor, only less seductress-y and more poppy. her music is beautifully written and an interesting composition of jaunty melodies and haunting piano tunes. her new album love, save the empty is out now. check out her myspace page for a sneak preview.

I've been a little obsessed with Ingrid Michaelson for a while now (the song breathing from her 2008 album be okay is almost disturbingly evocative). I only recently discovered that she collaborated with Sara Bareilles late last year on a little number titled winter song. Its honest lyrics and soulful melody took me by such surprise. You can listen to it on Sara's myspace page, but i urge you to check our Ingrid's as well; have a listen to breathing. You'll fall in love, i promise. 

The sequin-loving prue alerted to me to the musical genius of Lisa Hannigan today while i was sipping my morning coffee. preoccupied by the sheer excitement of pay day (it only comes round once a month), i was of course distracted and was only listening to Lisa in the background. soon i was completely head over heels and emailed back, "oh. my. GOD. where did you find this girl?" Turns out this sultry songstress hails from dublin, and brings with her a fascinating (albeit quirky) life story, which you can read here, on her equally adorable website. stitches and songs? GENIUS! check out her myspace page here.

"heathcliff // it's me, your cathy // i've come home now // so cold, let me in at your window" 
powerful. these have to be some of the BEST lyrics ever written me thinks. Now, i'm always fond of a little Kate Bush but her screeching does get a little tiresome after a while to be honest. Thankfully, the divine Josh Pyke has recorded a little cover of this iconic song. I love Josh's adaption, but it's certainly different. The video is below; what do you think?





the uber-talented Sarah Blasko and i go way back; i was a naive and very awkward 18-year-old in 2004 when i proclaimed perfect now to be my FAVOURITE SONG EVER. Funnily enough, that's still true, and Sarah is always there for me when i need her. she's in snowy sweden right now recording her third album; you can read all about her adventures over at http://sarahblasko.wordpress.com.  

ness x

Sunday, February 8, 2009

of a tree called life

oops. tonight i drank the lethal combination of sangria + white wine and now i have the hiccups. BADLY. But it was worth it; my friend CM's boyfriend and all his lovely friends have just moved right around the corner from me, which means a) fabulous fancy wine on tap (one of his housemates owns a restaurant) b) no cabs needed after late nights out and c) CM and I can now have boozy tapas dinners together and then walk home afterwards. hurrah! everyone i know is moving closer and closer to me. I already have the rooftop, and the complicated relationships; now with friends practically living next door my life is becoming more and more secret life of us every day. 

"you know when you're sitting on a chair and you lean back so you're just on two legs, then you lean too far and you almost fall over but at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time" 


Thursday, February 5, 2009

on the book shelf

how great is it when a bunch of tiny good things become the subliminal building blocks of a good day? this morning my coffee was perfect, the new Vogue landed on my desk just in time for lunch in the park, i finished some work i had been procrastinating over, and I downloaded the newest episode of The Office from iTunes. hurrah! 

right now i am reading.... Giselle Scanlon's newest book: The Goddess Experience ($39.99, Harper Collins).It is the companion to her best-selling The Goddess Guide (the decadent flocked cover was enough to draw any fashionista in). Like it's older (but none the wiser) sister, The Goddess Experience is jam-packed full of Giselle's European adventures. 


The Irish-born fashion journalist shares with us her London shopping tips, the best place to buy melt-in-your-mouth macaroons in Paris, what inspires fashion queen Vivienne Westwood and tries to answer that interminable question: what makes us happy? Giselle is my modern-day Jane Austen and without doubt always manages to inspire me when I'm suffering from a case of the mean reds. 


It's a must-read! Have a fabulous friday everyone - eat some cake, drink some beer and wear a pretty frock (at least that's what I'll be doing...)

ness x

Sunday, January 25, 2009

je suis de retour!

please say hello to the newest member of the ness family.... holly golightly! 

Nope, not the fictional character with a penchant for the powder room but a tiny grey-white kitten i found in Kings Cross about a week ago. Either she was dumped or escaped somewhere, but she was horribly skinny and dirty when i found her, and so hungry that she ate about two cans of tuna on the first night. The vet estimates about 9 weeks old; she is terribly affectionate but mad as a hatter. 


her likes: pouncing, eating salmon skin, licking my nose, nibbling my toes
dislikes: vegetables, the washing machine, being told what to do, running water

I didn't plan on getting a pet, but like in breakfast at tiffany's, i guess we just kinda 'hooked up by the river one day'. It seems a bit cruel to give her away when i am perfectly capable of giving her a home....

Australia Day tomorrow... not sure what i love more: the chance to celebrate my fave country in true aussie style with beer and snags, or having a day off work. I'm off to the triple j hottest 100 broadcast in Paramatta Park tomorrow which i'm so excited about. Has been a fab year for music so am really curious to see who makes it into the final countdown. My bet for top position is either Kings of Leon's Sex on Fire or MGMT's Electric Feel.  I hope it's MGMT; you all know my stance on Sex on Fire by now i'm sure...

ness x

Monday, December 22, 2008

all our tomorrows

hello lovelies. bit of a change of scenery tonight -- gone is the gritty hustle and bustle of kings cross, replaced by the gentle hum of late-evening adelaide, basking in the aftermath of a hot summer day. I'm sitting in my dear papa's l'apartmento, overlooking the bright glow of city lights and the shadowy darkness of the adelaide hills. In the distance dark clouds soar overhead, illuminated by the faint pulsing of those red lights on dangerously high cranes.

not terribly much to report, only that i flew in to the motherland eary yesterday morning and am having a marvelous time gallavanting around familar streets with family + friends. I saw the film Slumdog Millionaire (which gets 5 very gold stars fom this reviewer) yesterday, visited my slightly deranged grandmother in a retirement home and paid a mouth-wateringly delicious visit to the Haighs HQ in Unley. I've drank Long Island iced teas in the hot sun, shopped for jam jars, sunk my teeth into hot salty chips from my fave greek cafe Eros and lounged around with my dad watching thriller spy movies on foxtel. Early night tonight, then dinner with the girls tomorrow morning. god i love holidays....

ness x

Monday, December 15, 2008

summer playlist

sundresses // salty lips // wet hair on bare shoulders // blackened toes peeking gamely through sandals // minty mojitos // cherry lipgloss // picnics in the park // sandy sheets // blurry polaroids // summer tunes...

that beep -- architecture in helsinki
turbo love -- bag raiders
you don't know me -- ben folds feat. regina specktor
polite dance song -- the bird and the bee
the sea is rising -- bliss n eso
halo -- bloc party
awkward orchid orchard -- the boat people
dawn of the dead -- does it offend, yeah?
in step -- girl talk
here's the thing -- girl talk
oh my god -- ida maria
the fear -- lily allen
the youth -- MGMT
the summer -- josh pyke
paris is burning -- ladyhawke
my delirium -- ladyhawke
dusk till dawn -- ladyhawke


ness x

Saturday, December 13, 2008

it's just a hop-skip-jump

'tis very early saturday morning here in ol sydney-town. rain has been blanketing the city since midday yesterday and seems it will never stop. What a funny state the world becomes when the weather gets out of kilter! A dark sky, the gently pitter-patter of salty rain and suddenly.... traffic turns to gridlock, people cancel plans, abandoned umbrellas turned inside out from gusty wind line the footpath and inappropriately dressed girls wail and clutch the hems of their crotch-skimming skirts. 

All trains going to the eastern 'burbs were cancelled this afternoon so I walked home from the CBD in the rain; one of my favourite things to do. I shoved my mangled umbrella in my bag, pushed my fringe out of my eyes with my fabulous new Mimco headband (thank you zeddy! -- who ever said rain was unfashionable?) and fast-forwarded to the rainy-day tunes on my ipod. 

I've been listening to a lot of Girl Talk lately which is peculiar considering i ab-so-lu-tely HATED him when he first made the aussie airwaves a year or so back. I think his mash-up remixes are pretty freakin' good though, and it's grown on me to the point that it's the first music i play when i leave the house each morning. Something about it puts a little hop-skip-jump in my step. You can listen for yourself on his myspace page; my faves are In Step, Here's The Thing + Let Me See You. 

I went to sushi + el cheapo vino night with friends this evening; now I am sprawled out on my bed with the windows pushed wide open and a strong breeze cool on my cheeks. Somewhere far in the distance someone is playing wailing Irish tunes, and a girl is yelling repeatedly for a taxi. Sires are bleating, cicadas are chirping and the sweet tang of dope wafts through my bedroom window. Talk about oxymorons.

And the air smells damp, like it's been locked up for years and years, left in a heap in the back of someone's Great Aunt Mildred's mothball-ridden closet. Now it's finally been released and is playing havoc on all the sandal-wearing, sunscreen-toting city residents. 

Tomorrow the wind will halt and change direction, the clouds will sink lower and the sun will rise high in the morning air, raising the temp to a sweltering 34 degrees. Hello summer dresses! no wonder we're all so bloody confused...

ness x

Monday, December 8, 2008

nightminds

i am...  listening to the rain, falling in love all over again with ani difranco, drinking mango nectar, cleaning my apartment, wishing it wasn't already monday morning, trying on new shoes, reading new confessions on PostSecret...

Saturday, December 6, 2008

a little yellow mellow

I woke this morning to a cacophony of sounds. A girl in the next-door backpackers hostel was sobbing, the muffled cries creeping through her open third-floor windows and floating on the beat of the carrying wind. She was taking gasping hiccupy breathes and i so wish i could've asked what was wrong. It's a little discerning hearing stranger's cry; even now I'm still pondering what was making her so sad on a sunny saturday morning. 

Some of the homeless folk from the nearby Wayside Chapel must have went a little crazy on the town last night (didn't we all), for sprawled out on the alleyway this morning on the searing concrete were 5 or 6 of them, beer bottles in hand and heads slightly lolling to one side. "fuuuuucck" the one with the beanie repeats sporadically. Then the rest chime in "fuuuuucck" After a while one of the men turns his beatbox on, and the stactic-y mumblings of early morning talkback radio joins the girl's hiccupy sobs on the passing breeze. 

And up on the backpacker's rooftop, a rowdy gang of scantily dressed boys are frying up bacon and eggs on their rusty Webber, squirting tangy sauce into squishy white rolls and scoffing them down, ciggys in hand. A couple of the still-slightly-drunk boys kick empty beer bottles around like soccer balls, exulting in glorious glee when a goal is scored. At around 11 they'll quieten down, and retreat to their beds for a midday snooze so they'll be ready to partake in another night of noisy reveling. It's always the same. 

And soon, the girl will cease crying, and a police car will roll gently into view, usher the inebriated men and their talk-back radio friends back to the Chapel, where they will be clothed and fed and showered, and no doubt continue to loll on the pavement in the hot morning sun. It's always the same. 

Any second now I'm going to peel myself from the couch and do a spot of apartment cleaning, have a shower, drink some juice etc. I'm off to the coast tonight; my friend's having her engagement party up in Terrigal so another friend and I are driving up there this arvo and staying the night in a creaky house by the sea. I haven't been any further north than Manly yet so am awfully excited to go exploring. 

I might go for a wander down to Paddington today too; i still need to buy an engagement gift, do some more chrissy shopping and am desperately craving a mango smoothie from Ampersand. Tomorrow night I will be popping along to my best friend's house in erskineville for a garage sale and barbeque (read: excuse to drink beer on a Sunday night) although I should probably be good and go to yoga. CONUNDRUM

While i let my moral conscious fight it out, i shall bid you adieu and vehemently SWEAR that i will be back posting more regularly from now on. (cross my heart and kiss my elbow)

ness x

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

tell me what can i do

the next three weeks leading up till the 19th (when we break from work) are going to be absolutely crazy busy so when i discovered that i no longer had to babysit tonight, i decided to skip yoga (bad ness) and instead do the following

-- paint my toenails
-- wash my dishes
-- listen to Sia really loud on repeat
-- jump around my apartment dancing like a loony
-- choose a dress to wear to my birthday dinner friday night and try it on with all my heels until i have the perfect combination
-- call my friend Prue and gossip about how atrocious it was that Danielle got booted off Stylista
-- then, sit in bed with a cup of tea and read Englby (Sebastian Faulks) until my eyes go blurry


i am delightfully shallow, no? granted, i'm normally a pretty always-on-the-go kinda girl but don't you just ever need a free night just to do whatever the hell you feel like doing...?

ness x

Saturday, November 15, 2008

soon we'll be found

can't sleep and am so in love with Sia's new single Soon We'll Be Found from her new album Some People Have Real Problems. 


ness x

Friday, November 14, 2008

...the old man is snoring

one of my favourite things to do on a friday night when i am without plans (or sufficient funds) is catch a 6.45 yoga class, pull a rainy day dvd off the shelf and eat a steamy bowl of udon noodle soup. 

As i walked home from yoga tonight, trying to balance my mat, purse, keys and japanese takeaway without much luck, the wind suddenly stopped. The air shifted; i could feel it cool on my cheeks. A blurry streaky mess of hot blues and dark indigo covered the sky, erupting in a series of spectacular light shows and casting shadows on the nearby city skyscrapers. The clouds swam recklessly before my eyes, quickly turning the colour of swollen bruises and spilling open to reveal thousands of tiny hot droplets, which ran rivulets down my temples and into the small of my back. 

The backpackers across the way are dancing in the rooftop in their underwear; fluro coloured sparklers alight from their fingertips. The drunk boys congregated in the main strip of the cross yelp and holler like adolescents, while the scantily dressed girls scream and grab at the ends of their chemically straightened hair. 

have a fabulous weekend my pets. i am planning to wine and dine with some old adelaide friends so i know i will :)

ness x

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

i want a song i can sing forever

Josh, dump your girlfriend and marry me instead, okay?




ness x

Sunday, November 9, 2008

the capital of everything possible

one day i will go to new york and eat bagels and drink horrible coffee and ride the subway and step in gum and go to the ballet and visit gloomy secondhand bookstores and listen to jazz in underground bars and learn to finally like martinis and work in a publishing house or maybe at the new yorker and buy a loft where i will live with a grey cat called cloudy. 


"over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world"
-- F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby




happy dreaming...
ness x