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Badassery

 These rock'n'roll pics for LF's lookbook make me want to break all the rules!

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Bomber Js

Having this MASSIVE obsession with bomber jackets at the moment. I absolutely love the look even if it is Spring and getting hotter by the second! Definitely going to get my hands on a particular stunner from OneOneSeven for next Fall! xo

...scene girl...?

One of my good friends posted a status today. It read, ‘The awkward moment when a “scene girl” complains about her friends becoming “scene girls”….lol’.

I do not consider myself a “scene girl”, nor have I observed any of my friends becoming one. To be honest, I never really knew what that stereotype was. 

One girl loosely defined the term as “…a girl who completely absorbs herself in the night life, (aka) the "scene", and forgets everyone and everything around her, (who) will forget who her true friends are and step on top of everyone to get to the top”.

Woh, woh, woh. Step back, and a big fat hell no!

That’s the definition of a fucking bitch.

Ok, I know this whole, “scene girl” debacle technically has nothing to do with me and wasn’t an attack on me in the slightest, but it made me feel like a shit human and prompted me to defend the wrongly accused chicks, like myself, in the industry.

I have often been referenced as a scene girl, because I go out and have a good time. True. The thing is, I don’t take advantage of anyone. And I sure as hell don’t make friends based on how much free shit I get.

So no matter what you say, or how you look at it, I’m not a scene girl. I’m just a promoter, which is a hell-uv-a lot worse in my opinion. Seriously, I just like to go out to have fun and drink at places to form new networks to eventually get them to come to Marco Polo at ivy pool... (HA! See what I did there?)

Yeah sure, you’ll hear me say, “I didn’t pay for a thing tonight”, and you may see me use my connections to walk-in entry free, but that’s purely because I’m a full-time student with a part-time bar job and an unpaid internship. I’m just a fucking tight-ass and I expect people to do the same to me when I'm working.

My definition of a scene girl? Girls who wear the same shit every weekend. Those who wear Black Milk galaxy printed lycra leggings, or those black and white striped leggings that make a chicks box look like a burger, paired with galaxy Jeffrey Campbell Lita's and act like fuckwits in the cross. Just stop.

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Josh Hedge

My old friend Josh Hedge is a very talented photographer. Here are just some of his images that I have favourited! You can check the rest out here.

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Kickin' it old skool

Steve Madden Look book. Cool piccas

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El ranto.

Nothing pisses me off more than rudeness. It never ceases to amaze me just how rude some people can be! It’s probably one of the most unnecessary qualities someone can possess. It’s not going to achieve anything, except for people thinking you’re a bitch. So hey, if that’s what your aiming for, good luck with your life.

I see it everywhere. Arrogant and demanding customers at work, impatient and self-absorbed business people waiting for a train, assholes in peak hour traffic, and eighteen year old gangas thinking they’re top shit waiting to get into a club or waiting to get a vodka raspberry or just trying to get to the other side of the dance floor via the most logical route….straight down the middle (seriously girls stop pushing myself and everyone else out of the way – we’re more important than you anyway, believe me.)

From time to time, I help my mum in our second-hand book exchange in the northern suburbs of Sydney. Today I had the pleasure of serving this seemingly sweet fifty-something year old lady. I was being my usual lovely self – smiley, chatty and ever so helpful, discussing what would be an enjoyable, ‘light’ read for her. Now, I doubt many of you (if any) have visited a book exchange before. It works a little like this. You bring books in that you don’t want anymore, we assess how much credit we give you based on our pricing system, you then use that credit towards buying more books. However, the catch is that it expires after twelve months. Like a gift voucher to Myer. Simple right?

Apparently not.

So this chick right, her name was Victoria, finally decides on her ‘light’ reading and comes up to the counter. Says she has credit, I tell her it’s expired, and shit gets fucking real.

She exploded, calling me a thief, accusing me of robbing her of cash. I fought back, explaining the conditions of trade, pointing out the signs in the shop that clearly state, 'CREDIT EXPIRES AFTER TWELVE MONTHS'.

Apparently to her, the system is just as much of a robbery as gift vouchers.

Anyway, to cut this long story short, she made me cry twice as she came in a second time after her "appointment" to yell at me for being a thief. I did NOT give in, and she did NOT get her $4.50 credit reinstated.

If she had been civil, I probably would have given it to her.

Moral of the story? Be nice to people..... and the customer is most definitely not always right.

And Vicky, I hope for the rest of your sad life, your boobs sag to your knees and people give you expired gift vouchers.

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