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Dean Quinn. Cool shit. Blogging is slowing. I'm finding tumblr easier to use:
constantneon.tumblr.com
But today is my work day which means i'll post a lot. I suppose
I tried to make this velvet dress but i fucked it because i'm a novice. Then i realised the way i can fix it to make it fit will make it a billian times cooler. Hells yeah. It's a low-back singlet dress which was too fucking small. So i cut the middle of the back out and i'm putting two zippers in and putting stretch between the zippers. And the top of the zippers will be joined somehow to the straps. You know, somehow. I'll figure it out.

I've been DIYing a lot. But taking photos of me in clothes is embarrasing. I'm not very photogenic. But i do want to share my outfits. Ah, the conundrum you see?

My boyfriend had a bit of an issue ith my bra showing today. But it's so silly. No one seems to acknowledge a bra is EXACTLY the same as swimmers. EXACTLY THE FUCKING SAME. Who gives a shit.

please?

Goooddd i need this back!

Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?

If you didn't relate to/loved at least one of these characters, you are nuts. John Hughes, you rule!

Sweat, Baby, Sweat

Okay, i know it's not the newest, but i really have never seen her so damn fine. This look really, really suits her, which i find suprising actually. Or maybe not so suprised? She's smouldering

Hey Mickey You're So Fine!

Her makeup rules. As does the jacket. Could be a nice i-D cover there... well, it suits the format.

HellzBellz

"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."

-Chuck Palahniuk

Complot, compost, complete.

Or, just complot: http://www.complot.com.ar/

Fetish

dazed der daisy. I want these numbers though, asap.

It is now 12:34:56pm 7/8/09

The world is going to explode!
Haha, just kidding. But aren't numbers fun.

And what am i doing now?
Watching the Talking Asshole again

The Talking Asshole

Probably one of my most favourite scenes from any movie- Naked Lunch. Although the storyline was not quite the same as Naked Lunch, it stayed very true to the language, of which Burroughs is a master. I have watched this countless times and it never, ever gets old.

The Mouth

This sticky desiccation perturbs even the most indifferent of mouths. I open and close infinite times in attempt to saturate into normality. Such a ritual to begin each morning, slapped awake by an arrested tongue, a corpse of a mouth, squirming. The thin film between my lips is stretched, racked out and screws tightened until strands flick the air, a frenzied rabid dog. In one yawn my skin creaks and splits, beads of tart scarlet patters onto my taste buds who recoil from the flavour. Thousands of high-pitched screams vibrate through the air, yet, there is a solitary soft but distinct ‘mmm’ from one who fondness is peculiarly placed.

In one moment I am flooded. The neutral water fizzles on the arid wasteland and attaches itself to each sliver of gummy, dried-up saliva. A battle of such ambitious proportions shrunk to the most miniature of arenas. The water will always prevail, eventually, though morning after morning the gluggy slivers will put up a defence. As if yesterday was no longer existent, as if this time, they would win.

Breakfast is rushed, as it always is every morning. I attempt to savour the meal and am both helped and hindered by the dryness of the toast. In my swallowing I am grated by protruding bits of hardened bread. I want to chew it more, grind it finer but that unseen force permits me not. Instead a rush of chocolate milk provokes it downwards. Just an instrument for feeding is not my desire. In and down in and down in and down like the all-consuming zombie. With taste the most sensual of senses I want to take pleasure in the sweet and sour as it glides up and down and all over my tongue. At least we have some sort of an agreement on texture. The way food feels against my insides, a burlesque performance of consistencies; soft and wet thighs and crunchy salty costuming. Insufferable are the viscous globs of oyster and leathery insipidness of nuts who send cockroaches scampering down the oesophagus.

On lazy days of haziness I am left unclean, to marinate. Bacteria setting up camp on my teeth, lighting furry fires and pissing on my gums. Today, we are lucky as the bristle brush enters full of mint and slathered excessively on all surfaces. The hundred points of contact begets again a swarm of scarlet beads. Yet there’s a pleasure in the pain, a masochistic twinge to my infliction, which I shyly relish. The bacteria’s bawling is drowned to a murmur as it’s flushed out. I wipe my tongue across my newly polished teeth and each of the thousand taste buds mutter gratitude in caressing bliss.

I am warned too late and the venom of deodorant comes polluting in. Though microscopic, each particle sneers as it settles into my moist and warm environment. Regardless of the many times I expel these fuckers in spit, there remains a few stragglers, diving into the cavities and crevices and reproducing feverishly. I am always warned too late. Perhaps it is jealousy, they are resentful of my necessity and my capacity of stimulation.



It's only the beginning of a story, it will go on to have the mouth most likely shutting itself its rebellion to the brain. How it will end, i dunno. I don't think we appreciate our senses enough and too much emphasis is placed on our thoughts and not what we experience! You know, phenomenology. I am very much NOT a cartesian dualist. I was inspired a little by the talking asshole story from naked lunch. I'll post this. It's amazing. And a bilion times beter than how i can write at the moment. But it's something to aim for i guess...

But, what do you think?

alphabet soup

Actually,
barbaric
carnations
do
exagerrate
famously.
Grounded
houses
in
Jerusalem
keep
looming
moonwards.
Nevermind
opening
pupils
quietly,
reserve
sights
tomorrow.
Underworldly
veterans
will
x-ray
your
Zubu.

freedom isn't free

Progress and enlightenment were the topic of today's class. Interesting, and contradictory, which is even more interesting.

However, scary the thought that we may just progress ourselve to the point of extinction. You know, blow up the whole world? There's got to be a point where we stop kidding ourselves and slow the fuck down and fix everything up that we've screwed along the way. Really, it's terrifying.

Then there's the topic of free speech. It's utterly confusing and i see no end at the moment. Yes, yes, free speech is what we all say we want, yet this does mean we can say racist or homophobic or sexist remarks does it not? You may go, ohhhh no no no, but think about it. If we were in fact allowed to say what we want then such comments would be permitted. There really has to be some balance. For you can't teach every single person that there is equality between different skin colours and sex and orientation, they sinply wont beleive you. So where's the line? How much do we censor? I simply don't know. Blogs though, are as close as you can get to free speech, unless it really is so 'bad' and the man in the big house shuts you down. Which i don't see too often, for really, how many people read my blog? Not many. So i could be an utter cunt and say horrible things and the chances are not many people would notice.

At the moment though, i don't think we are quite at the point of free speech that i would prefer. Too much is censored, and frankly i'm into 'obcenity', writing about blood and sex and drugs is fun, really, it is. And it's fun to read about. and you can be so descriptive. And you can freak people out with how freaky you are. Other than at uni or on blogs where else do we see much of this? Movies i suppose. But not entirely.

Another thing that irks me is the worry that religion will creep into politics. Which its still quite invasive of -hello gay marriage and abortion etc. I can't have more of it or ill go insane. I'm fucking liberal (not the party, but the idea) and i don't want to be governed by some righteous asses. Hey, i really don't mind what people beleive, honestly, it's no skin of my back and if it works for you, it works for you, but to run a country, no, a world by it? It's fucking insane.

And by the way, i'm a subjective being, so this is my truth. Beleive it or not, whatever. Oh dear, i wont get into subjectivity vs objectivity or dualism right now. I'll jabber on confusingly forever.

so, dear fellows, how do you feel.

Schoolgirl?

I seem to be between movements with my face there. But this was my number for out Back To School party, which i think was quite lovely. The gloves are also lovely, goat apparently, though pretty delicate and therefore the seams keep splitting. That jackets also a babe, it's som brand, i forget, but was an op shop find, though a litle big.

Rat!, Nah, you Ho.

Really, really incredible detailng my miss Ratna Ho, a young designer from the nether lands (and that was her black dress in the previous post, and well der, in this one). She even was a Christopher Kane intern! Go to her website and view the rest of the images of her designs. Really stunning stuff.

stop wars

From here. Natalie Portman is so fucking beautiful. And lovely.

in the land of the living, only shadows remain

Maiko Takeda- see the article here. The use of shadows is really beautiful. Art and Accessories, meow

Reykjavík

I picked the title because it's such a wonderful word. Oh Iceland, you cheeky bitch.





Not only are her clothes utterly AMAZING, but she has a super swell name: Anne Boogaerts. Crazy. This was part of the Lichting (some Netherland academy graduates) show at Amsterdam Fashion Week, and it's incredible.

Other stuff from the show:

Left is Ratna Ho and right is Twan Meijerink. (hellotothatblackdressohmygod!)

images from dazeddigital.com

manly perfection

Oh, i do think so. The pant cuffs are supreme. Amazing really. From The Satorailist

Corsets, Corsages and Corpses

The perfect combination really, though you wouldn't think it. I'm really into flower decorations on clothes at the moment. Really big ones. These corsets are incredible. I'm sure quite uncomfortable though.

ffffound.com

in the same vein

as the prevous post, the lovely miss Chloe in a spectacular leather jumpsuit. The crutch area is a bit funny, but otherwise it is magnifique! And i want it in my closet ASAP.

tfs

Hit me baby one more time

Photography: Karim Sadli and Styling: Robbie Spencer from dazeddigital.com

Wanna tie me up and spank me some time? Kidding, though if you were Bettie Page maybe i would. These shots are dedicated to NY's fetish scene, which honestly does bring out some pretty wicked fashion (especially if you like leather as much as i do). Unfortunately some cool pieces also cosh a lot of dosh.

ive lost

the motive the blog
or to find things to blog about.
maybe it's just lately, I'm so tired
and uni has just started
why would i write this anyway if no one reads it?
it's a nightmare.

so instead i give you the physical impossibility of death. aka shark in formaldehyde. It sold for the 2nd highest price ever. crazy.

i want to practise knitting

And other such fun crafts. I dig crafts. Blue skies all around in Sydney-town, though it's not as warm as i'd like. Summer Summer Summer! It's all i can think about really. Back at uni today, it's slightly bitter-sweet but i'm okay.

origami

The incredible creator is Gary Card (who also made some pieces in the dazed shoot in the previous post). His cardboard like concoctions are fabulous. Check out his blog to see more of his pieces.