They also apparently go around the world to different bike shops and different cities and feature their cycling scenes. New Zealand’s turn, an article inside the magazine features Teva and T-Whites bikes, the bike shop he works at. Launched just in time before he travels to Tokyo, we joked that he should casually read the magazine wherever he goes.

Peep the feature. Cute boy, cute shop.

Thought I’d blog about my new cards because they are the business! The other day I found these boxes of blank cards made from handmade paper in a store and I had to make them mine. I’d already decided that printed, glossy cards were just not going to cut the mustard.

I love me some of that handmade aesthetic but I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted. I still have the handwriting of a seven year old  so that was out, cutouts were ridiculous and tedious, I suck at Photoshop (unless you want to hire me in which case its like I was born-to-edit), letterpress was favoured but my family’s printshop has been reduced to rubble and then I had it – my grandfather’s beast of a typewriter!

So yes, each card is individually typed out, which leaves lots of room for imperfections and I am okay with that. I chose the tan for the paper because with age and the crinkles and creases, it starts to look like well worn suede. It does take a little while longer than handing off cards to a printer but who am I kidding? I have lots of spare time. I had enough spare time to make a card tower. Also punching those keys makes the most satisfying sounds.

Only card party I’m throwing. Happy Diwali. I’m off to Calcutta tomorrow.

You probably know by now that I’m big on culinary pornography. So when I found Fancy Fast Food, I did a double take. What you see in the pictures is actually a Big Mac, Popeye’s Chicken and a Wendy’s Baconator, and on the site are the how-tos. Yeah it’s still bad for you, but see how good it can look!

Hi! I’m in the Gold Coast living with my friends Grace and David wearing these babies! I love them and Grace wants to do something similar to her shirt. My friend Matt just left us (booooo) but we had a great time. I’ll post some photos tonight. It’s been beach trips and margaritas and all day breakfasts and sunshine and the paradox of high end designer stores sitting alongside shady motels. I’m going to Tokyo tomorrow which is incredible, and feels so surreal. This was the last thing I DIYed in Melbourne, the pocket was just your average, and I ripped it and studded an inverted pyramid into it while watching Indian indie films like The President is Coming and Page 3. I love the grain of this denim more than life itself.

Not mine ^

Mine ^

I just used a bunch of big silver studs, a flat-nose jewellery plier and my late-night perfectionist tendencies. You do not know what thumb pain is until you a) break your thumb and/or b) stud canvas by hand. I’ve done both. Bike riding and stud symmetry are well worth it.

8am: I’m slashing a perfectly boring bracelet and anklet to make my own. It’s an easy DIY, as easy as ‘sew beads onto tights’. I see no point in waiting or buying supplies when I already have something I can use.  I store the beads in bottle caps.

8.15am: I search through my handbags and find the beaded belt that popped and broke thanks to my food baby Barry. I put it into a recycled sardines tin. So now I have pretty rainbow coloured beads, black beads and muted gold beads and bobs.

8.3oam: I begin. These are the patterned stockings from the other day. I’ve been mending them since the day I got them, they’re positively vintage in stocking lifespan and they’re easy to sew and sew onto. I fear that I won’t have enough black thread, I only have one of those tiny sewing kits from my last hotel room. Please let it be enough.

9.30am: I’m a third done and thread situation looking pretty dismal. However, while scouting for more I find a couple of cute charm and bead earrings from my adolescence and decide they must be added to the embellishment. I love playful pieces. Thread’s almost gone. Oh noes.

9.40am: Eeeeeeeee! Nutella on toast for breakfast and I find a fat spool of black thread. Jackpot.

10.30am: Halfway mark. Mine don’t look like either of the above but I used rainbow swarovski crystals and smiley faces so I can hardly expect them to. Errant beads and delicate needlework. I am not bovvered though.

11.30am: I’m done. I’m bored now and my bejewelled tights are looking mighty pretty. I like this jewellery not on the neck/ears/wrist thing. It could be love. I put on a dress and shoes and it is.

Note my customised Adidas canvases in accordance with the event. They used to be purple till my friend Sushant made his moves on them. 

And if you’re wondering, the answer is no, I don’t own any regular pants.

Sort of how they scream ‘Irashaimase’ or welcome when you enter a shop or restaurant in Tokyo, and Japanese restaurants will serve you complimentary tea without having to ask. Or how sometimes food is such a visual display such as in bento boxes – especially kyaraben – colourful, elaborately arranged and decorated, kitsch and cutesy pop culture lunch boxes that fill your stomach and all your senses with omotenashi.

From here

Hurro!

Got you!

We’re not really on a rollercoaster. My friend Red just showed me this amaaaazing thing called Photobooth on my Mac which I’ve had since December, and all you technophiles are probably disgusted at the fact that I didn’t know how to use it but now we can’t stop vlogging and being silly. And you reap the rewards. 

The end.

One down. Yusss!