the gig diaries: ellie goulding + catch-up

heyimg_8773img_8938heyimg_8948img_8792img_4872Wearing: (jeans and leotard) Rusty onepiece (worn as top), thrifted jeans, See by Chloe boots via Shopbop. 

Two rare sunny days, too many cold ciders, thousands of LED screens across a sold-out stadium. We’ve had another pretty good week. Renee and I were also talking about how first-person pronouns have been thrown out the window completely and everything is now “we” because we spend so much goddamn time together. All possessions are shared. Personal space is a concept for people who aren’t us.

So “we” attended the Ellie Goulding concert knowing one and a half songs between us and actually had the greatest time. Her stage presence is something other-worldly. The crowd presence, not so much- everyone was either 45 and not having a bar of it or 25 and smelly, spill-your-drink-on-me intoxicated. But nonetheless, very enjoyable.

I’m sorry for the lack of everything recently, I have approximately 2 weeks of university/college left and I wanted to make sure I enjoyed every last second. Mission accomplished. I also have to figure out a place to live next year with a bunch of girls who can adult just about as well as I can. This should be interesting. Hope your week has been fantastic!



Wearing: Supre top and shorts, thrifted RM Williams boots.

It’s finally warm enough for me to see my legs and arms without contracting hypothermia and I’m pretty damn excited about it. Spring has sprung here in Melb-town. Unfortunately, I’ve spent most of this weekend either in a state of stress or hungover-ness (I live at college, oKAY?! pls make better decisions than I do) so have not yet fully embraced the sunshine.

It was the AFL grand final yesterday and to me, of course, this means diddly-squat, but to Victorians apparently this is big news. We got a freaking public holiday. Sports will forever mystify me. Regardless, we ended up with painted faces and beers in our hands, listening to a bunch of team war cries that everybody seemed to learn when they came out of the womb. Except me. I couldn’t even tell you who won. I couldn’t even tell you the other team that played. I tried to watch the game but didn’t know the appropriate times to make happy/angry remarks at the TV so decided to make nachos instead. GOooOOo Bulldogs! At least it was a day off school, right!?

FYI, probably going to force my lazy ass to actually film something this week. Kind of just saying that in the hopes that you guys will force me to. Send motivation and snacks to my inbox please. Hope your weekend was wonderful! xx

an october playlist

Now friends, I don’t mean to be tootin’ my own horn here but this playlist is play-lit!!!
Okay. I’ll see myself out.

But really… I used to do these posts all the time and with all the bops comin’ out right now I figured I’d bring them back. Highlights include the new Mac Miller and Sticky Fingers, plus the most lit remix of all time ever. I’ve also unknowingly gotten into the habit of saying “lit” in a non-ironic way and I should probably stop doing that. Here’s the Spotify link. Enjoy the playlist and your weekend my loves!


this city

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Freezing cold wind that blisters your skin, whips your hair and forces your eyes half-shut. Skeleton of a city, bare bones of asphalt street cracking under the weight of thousands of hurried bodies scrambling across the surface. Flickering LED-lit eyes on the back of a damp tram. The rolling clang of 4 empty beer bottles sprawled across the sidewalk. Alleyways that are hot melting pots of paint fumes, pizza grease and cigarette smoke. Thick layers of half-ripped posters peeling off brick and falling under a damp stomp. A simultaneous 6pm adrenaline rush that leaves every crevice of this place full of hearts and limbs.

I love this city.