8.11.12

DIY delights!



























I have to give myself a pat on the back for these bad-boys. I bought a pair of high-waisted jeans from a Church op-shop for the bargain price of $3. Took a pair of scissors to them and voila....only the best bloody shorts I now own! Super impressed with how they turned out. And it was so easy! 


Step 1 : hold another pair of shorts against the trouser and draw just below where the outline of the shorts is

Step 2 : Cut the outline. 

Step 3 : Put straight in the wash to authentically fray the shorts

Step 4 : Take out wash and the shorts are now frayed and done!

I am never going to buy a pair of denim shorts from a shop again! DIY all the way!

Emily x

(PS that's obviously a lie about never buying a pair of denim shorts from a shop again...who am I kidding, I wont be able to resist!)


2.11.12

A long 'winded' post from Wellington...












Hello!

And here I am, packed up once more and moved with my two (yes now two) large suitcases of accumulative junk. Except for its not junk, its dearly loved clothing items, so dearly loved that I would rather break my back each time I move rather then part with any of them. My mass amount of clothes also meant that an internal flight would not take me so I ended up on the overnight bus from Auckland down to Wellington.

And this overnight bus happened to be after an overnight plane the night before from Melbourne back to Auckland. And this overnight plane happened to be after an all-nighter in Melbourne. And the all-nighter in Melbourne happened to be after a week of drinking with friends there. So all in all a rather tired and disheveled shell of my former self disembarked off the bus in Wellington. But in true style within 2 days I had found myself a place to live and a job. The flat is with two lovely girls, and stumbling distance from the citys bars and clubs, so all in all perfect! And the job, well... the jobs not permanent. At least thats what I keep reminding myself. Its an office job with the government, and as each day goes by I want to shoot yet another politician for changing some effin law that gives me more paperwork. But moneys money, and having it means I can still chase the real reason I came to Wellington...THE HOBBIT.

Now this ones a hard one to crack. And so far the shells not breaking. Every hairy man I see on the street I get a tiny bit excited thinking it could be Peter Jackson. And every short man I see I have to refrain from asking if they played a dwarf (and believe me there's no shortage of small men in this city!) So after an afternoon spent trying to flyer CV's to buildings in Peter Jackson's post-production empire and being told I was 'one in a thousand' by the woman behind the till in the gift shop I found myself on the bus home rather dejected with life. When the thought occurred to me...I can't get a job behind the camera, what about infront of it?

So I sent off a few emails and pictures to agents, stating I'd never done any acting before but was interested to get into it, and lo and behold one got back to me. She said she thought I could get work and advised 'when in Rome'...aka learn the Kiwi accent. Hate to say it but never going to happen. The Kiwi accent is a weird hybrid of Australian, Irish, English with 'bru' and 'ay' thrown in there a lot. I can barely distinguish it from any other accent, let alone speak it. A week down the track she emails me and has got me an audition. The casting director had seen my picture and wanted to audition me for the role of 'queen' in a Universal pictures remake of Jack and the Beanstalk. Directed by Bryan Singer (x-men, usual suspects) *gasp gasp breathe*.

That's all well and good but my acting career finished when I was about 14 at my local Arts Centre when the bald wig I had on to play a 'witch' in Roald Dahl's the witches flew off into the crowd. And I have never auditioned before, let alone learnt a script for an audition. Needless to say I'm 100% sure I have NOT scored the role...if not for the fact that I was so nervous I could not even smile for the camera without my top-lip quivering, the fact that the actress before and after me were both dressed like Princess Fiona from Shrek and there I was there on my lunch break in my office clothes. But it was an experience, and certainly rather flattering to even get considered. Now back to the day job....

Wellington is a beautiful city, so much character to it, and set around the harbor when its a lovely day you have gorgeous views. Notice I say 'when'. For Wellington is horrifically windy... and I mean horrifically...I'm actually debating buying an anti-aging face cream as this wind is getting beyond a joke. Saturday night for Halloween I decided to be a bat and strap two umbrellas to my back. What was going through my mind I do not know. I practically flew from bar to bar (and not in a good way).

But all in all a move made right I believe. I'm happy here, and really enjoying meeting new people and scratching the surface of what Wellingtons all about. I don't know why I once was ever scared to move somewhere on my own as it really is the most rewarding experience, and a way to grow as a person. Wellington, you've won my heart.

Emily x

1.10.12

Do you know where the wild things go?



Sparkly tights, high heels, and an opshop special. Chzeck out the Lookbook link here : http://lookbook.nu/look/4074098-Do-you-know-where-the-wild-things-go

Pictures taken in Melbourne by Robyn Stone on a Canon 600D with a 20mm fixed lens.

Back to Melbourne this weekend and I CANNOT WAIT!! (the capitals barely express my excitement) Parklife festival is my first stop and the glitter hairspray is already in the suitcase. And I plan to use it in its entirety. Damn were going hard!

To my beautiful Melbournites...three days and counting!!!

Emily x 


27.9.12

I said, her from the city, so her got to be witty...


I try with my fashion photography. And sometimes I try, get a gorgeous participant, and get it a little bit right. Or at least I like to think so. Here is a selection of some of my recent pappage!

Emily x








24.9.12

A rocky (easy) road to gluttony.


Well this weekend I decided to let my sweet tooth just do its thang and I just ran with it. And it ran straight into the nearest supermarket and bought up loads of ingredients for rocky roads. Always the obliging host I cooked (sorry melted) it up and it thanked me.

These were literally the easiest things to make, and not only easy, very very very tasty! I deviated from your traditional recipe to use ingredients that I wanted inside, so here is my take on your traditional rocky road :



Ingredients : 

Marshmallows
Honeycomb pieces
Shortbread biscuits
Giant jelly beans
Fudge
Raisins
Milk chocolate buttons

I smashed / cut a few of those ingredients down so they would be a bit more meshed together within the rocky road. I then melted the chocolate. Then came the tricky bit - listen up as this can be difficult without proper instructions... I then put all the ingredients into the melted chocolate and stirred. Complicated I know.


And voila! Pour onto a baking dish lined with cooking paper, and leave to set in the fridge for an hour or so.

Mmm mmm! Don't they look good? Yep they tasted good aswell. And they look pretty impressive. Next time I have to make something to take anywhere these will be top of the list. There pretty hard to screw up as there's no real cooking involved, so be prepared to wow at a party with a quick, stress free cake!

Rocky Road I salute you! (although my hips do not)

Emily x



22.9.12

gentlemen prefer blondes. and im leaving.

Going a little bit bleached on the tips of my hair is I feel a very good life decision. After 25 years of living as a brunette it was time for a change (albeit a small change) and I just LOVE it.


And talking of life changes I've made a slightly more important decision than dying the tips of my hair. After a fulfilling 7 weeks living in Auckland I have decided to uproot once more and head off to Wellington in search of greener (hobbitish) pastures.


Auckland has been such a great introduction into New Zealand life, and New Zealand people, and I really could not have asked for a more exciting, friendly, fun time then I have had here. But my dream here was to find some production work on films, and unfortunately Auckland is not the hub for that. 'Wellywood' is.


So in two weeks I will be packing my very large bags and travelling with my 80kg of clothes down to the southern tip of the North Island. An artistic hub, I am very excited to explore all that Wellington has to offer. To all of the lovely Aucklanders who have made this time here so special for me I thank you dearly, and look forward to partying my final weeks away with you all!

Emily x

Me looking all sad and shit because im leaving.

13.9.12

floppy hat you big dream you


 I love my floppy felt hat. The fact that half the time I cant see past it only further allows me to daydream that I am in the 70's. Until of course I smack into a very grumpy passerby and I am brought back into reality. Note to self though : Auckland's decidedly strong winds do not always make this the most practical item ...

Emily x