Well i'm back from Melbourne. Whoop-de-fucking-doo, who cares. I dont feel like i did much much. it felt like a very short trip that went for a really long time, if that makes sense.
The shoot i did on wednesday was pretty much a disaster (there was 7 other girls who were really young and new and the hair and organisation of the outfits and all other factors contributed to it being a bit of a bust), there were good shots of me and another girl but they had to be all group pics so they cant be used anyway.
The show i did on thursday morning was alright. until someone happened to take a pic of me and a friend lighting a cigarette afterwards backstage and it got printed on page 3 of The Australian on Friday with an accompanying article about models glamourising smoking and i am being positively fucking crucified. which i fiind hypocritical beyond belief considering i was just having a smoke after work, i'm not the one that took the shot, im not the one that published it and am therefore not the one that put it in the public eye. i also find it funny that the journo and photographer are both chain smokers. Fuck the Media. Cunts. i never signed up to be a fucking role model and i sure as shit have never pretended to be the good girl of the australian fashion industry. fuck off.
I also might add that no one does shit about the girls doing copious amounts of drugs, that have eating disorders and that fuck whoever they can to get somewhere. i do/have none of the aformentioned, but i have a single cigarette and im the fucking antichrist!
On other topics the Follow party was AWESOME, as they often are, with many a fun shenanigan. I got some of my routines done with my sister and boy can my body feel the pain of the hardwork. i seriously think dancing is one of the biggest stresses u can put your body under. i''m still hurting.
In other news, i'm devastated i missed out by $1 in the last 12 seconds on a ebay bid for a full set of 1986 McDonalds Muppet Babies Promo Toys. i reeeeeeeaaaallly wanted them.
Now im to sad too talk about anything else, thinking about the loss of my precious muppet babies.
*sniff* toodles.
p.s. went antique shopping and got an old original poster for the film 'Camille', 1950's knickers with attached suspenders, a royal blue art deco necklace that matches an existing corset i have in the same colour and a book on the golden age of Hollywood
The shoot i did on wednesday was pretty much a disaster (there was 7 other girls who were really young and new and the hair and organisation of the outfits and all other factors contributed to it being a bit of a bust), there were good shots of me and another girl but they had to be all group pics so they cant be used anyway.
The show i did on thursday morning was alright. until someone happened to take a pic of me and a friend lighting a cigarette afterwards backstage and it got printed on page 3 of The Australian on Friday with an accompanying article about models glamourising smoking and i am being positively fucking crucified. which i fiind hypocritical beyond belief considering i was just having a smoke after work, i'm not the one that took the shot, im not the one that published it and am therefore not the one that put it in the public eye. i also find it funny that the journo and photographer are both chain smokers. Fuck the Media. Cunts. i never signed up to be a fucking role model and i sure as shit have never pretended to be the good girl of the australian fashion industry. fuck off.
I also might add that no one does shit about the girls doing copious amounts of drugs, that have eating disorders and that fuck whoever they can to get somewhere. i do/have none of the aformentioned, but i have a single cigarette and im the fucking antichrist!
On other topics the Follow party was AWESOME, as they often are, with many a fun shenanigan. I got some of my routines done with my sister and boy can my body feel the pain of the hardwork. i seriously think dancing is one of the biggest stresses u can put your body under. i''m still hurting.
In other news, i'm devastated i missed out by $1 in the last 12 seconds on a ebay bid for a full set of 1986 McDonalds Muppet Babies Promo Toys. i reeeeeeeaaaallly wanted them.
Now im to sad too talk about anything else, thinking about the loss of my precious muppet babies.
*sniff* toodles.
p.s. went antique shopping and got an old original poster for the film 'Camille', 1950's knickers with attached suspenders, a royal blue art deco necklace that matches an existing corset i have in the same colour and a book on the golden age of Hollywood
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bastards.