Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Swan Lake

Wearing: Asos collar, Miss Shop t-shirt, thrifted jeans and Dr Martens boots. 

Lately I've been pre-occupied with styling everything within my wardrobe and abstaining from the purchase of new clothes. For example, red lipstick changes everything, as do the swans on my detachable collar from Asos. Today I collected images from old issues of Australian Geographic, organised my room and listened to podcast. During one of these podcasts, in an interview someone used swans as part of a really great analogy. While they look so relaxed and graceful on the surface, underneath they're madly paddling in order to get anywhere. I'm pretty sure this was in reference to social media in some way or another but it seemed serendipitous that I should find those words now, at this moment in time.  
These two new fossils were given to me by a friend on the Dinosaur Dreaming dig who had them in his car (he often goes to the beach to look for fossils). The one on the left is the inner ear bone, possibly belonging to a porpoise but we're not too sure what the origin of the other is.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016


Basically I don't know what function this site serves anymore, since there are instagram accounts which are wonderful terms in order to find new designers, but establishments who train them with fully functioning websites. I'm not ashamed to say that I'm slowly falling out of love with blogging because I am losing an audience, since David Lynch has plainly stated artists make art for the consumption of others and without an audience they would not be doing it. Not that I'm comparing myself to Lynch, it's just comforting for someone so successful who dabbles in so many types of art to affirm that having an audience does not detract value from a body of work or the artist producing it. 

I do think I'd like to get back to this blog's roots, which served as a platform for me to discuss brands with whom I was interested in, and extend that to fashion movements. We'll start with Pearly Kings and Queens, simply because it's been on my to-do list for a while now and I'm finding myself more and more drawn to what is DIY and handmade. That is, why I loved the ramshackle world of fashion blogging in the first place and time and time again find myself firmly opposed to the consumer, streamline, minimalist aesthetic of Bloglovin' and instagram accounts filled with brunch pictures. Give me colour, give me texture, give me liberty and give me madness any day of the week.

1 & 7- Magdalena Perks wordpress. 2-
The Pearlies. 3- Telegraph. 4, 5 & 6- via pinterest. 9- Katie Bowkett. 10- The Pearly Society. 11- The Top Note.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Cotton Candy

Some girls dream of becoming Katy Perry in California Girls, sitting atop a fluffy pink cloud, but then there are the Susie Bubble's of this world who BECOME the fluffy pink cloud. Guess which one I'd prefer?

1- Björk, 2 & 3- Molly Goddard, 4- ShopFloorWhore and 5- Susie Bubble wearing Molly Goddard.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Man Repeller

Wearing: Asos bow neck tie, thrifted jeans and blouse and Miu Miu clogs.

man repeller
outfitting oneself in a sartorially offensive way that will result in repelling members of the opposite sex. Such garments include but are not limited to harem pants, boyfriend jeans, overalls, shoulder pads, full length jumpsuits, jewelry that resembles violent weaponry and clogs.

Clogs? tick. Baggy oversized jeans bought at a thrift store for two dollars? tick. Confusing neck tie restricting access to the neck and shoulder blades? tick. This outfit lacks jewelry doubling as violent weaponry. This might be one of my best "man repelling" outfits to date, however, I cannot use that term in good conscious without acknowledging Leandra Medine's revisions. Without compromising our sense of humor, level of intellectual, our interest in fashion, or compromise what it means to be "a feminist" (which means nothing more and nothing less than believing all gender deserves equal rights). Not compromising our right to choose, and spending paychecks... a refusal to compromise your right. Period. 

An interest in fashion does not minimise your intellect, a sense of humor is highly regarded, being proud to be yourself (but not too proud to improve yourself, as to remove the ego) and a little bit of selflessness. 

If you're wondering what rocks I have in my collection, these are pieces of dinosaur bone. As I found out during the dinosaur dig, without the external bone or any structure these now have very little scientific value. They're over 95 million years old and were given to me by one of the curators at the Melbourne Museum.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Marc Jacobs' FW16 Campaign

Marc Jacobs' campaigns have become the stuff of legends. The designer's magnetic personality attracts the furthest reaches of pop culture, captivating Hollywood legends, recluse musicians and has even won the hearts of the writers of South Park (case in point, Muscleman Marc). I caught sight of Marilyn Manson, hunched over a stool but without a caption, I was unaware that it had featured within the Stacked FW16 campaign. Brooding, melodramatic and ultra-goth, the campaign also features Cara Delevingne (tying the collection back to the fashion industry), as well as Courtney Love and Annie Clark. Everything about this collection makes me appreciate editorials and creatives in new, exciting ways.

p.s. sorry for the shitty image quality, this is something that I'm trying to fix soon but in the meantime, you can click each image to view in fullscreen

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Jurassic World at Melbourne Museum

Dinosaurs have more or less taken over my life since the beginning of this year when I started working at the Australian Age of Dinosaurs Museum of Natural History. Most kids go through a dinosaur phase when growing up, there's something about these animals that captures the imagination unlike anything else. Some people never outgrow this fascination, and fewer still are lucky enough to become palaeontologists, actually describing fossil material in scientific papers. When I graduated last year I assumed I would follow along the path of an academic, going on to start Master's and then a PhD but I've enjoyed working as a museum tour guide. I've been able to meet with researcher's and work in what can only be described as a nurturing as well as enriching role, fulfilling the role of science communicator and educator to the public. 

I took a short trip back to Melbourne to attend my graduation ceremony, and visited the Jurassic World Exhibition at Melbourne Museum with my mother. To my surprise, I got in for free (saving myself thirty dollars) since I had volunteered with the museum, assisting the curator of palaeoinvertebrates. The exhibition was very much in the style of the Jurassic World movie, including an entire room dedicated to insects in amber. Of course all of the specimens were fake, and there has only ever been one instance of a mosquito found in amber, without DNA I might add. I usually get asked whether we can extract DNA from fossil material on a daily basis, to which I reply "DNA has a half-life of 50,000 years" and by the time we find a fossil tens of millions of years old, there isn't any DNA left. 

The most spectacular feature of the exhibition were the life size dinosaurs throughout each of the galleries and I can only imagine how much time and effort went into creating these masterpieces. These life like models also made a range of sounds, rattling each room and really adding to the gravitas of their size and stature. The lighting used to illuminate scales, teeth and skin, was highly effective. Although it was hard to see, the vegetation was also carefully chosen. In the Cretaceous, 95 million years ago grasses had not yet evolved and the forest understory was dominated by ferns. Within some rooms stood majestic cycads, a type of plant we were trying to grow at the Australian Age of Dinosaurs but with very little success. 

While I did enjoy the exhibition, I was more interested in the science behind these reconstructions as well as seeing fossils on display. Towards the end of the exhibition there was a short film roll including footage shot during the Dinosaur Dreaming dig held in Victoria, earlier this year. While I didn't make it into the final cut, I enjoyed pointing out colleagues and friends to my mother. The dinosaur I pose with at the very end is named "Australovenator wintonensis", an animal I talk about on a daily basis in western Queensland. At the time I was skeptical that a claw identified in Victoria belonged to the same species more than tens of thousands of kilometres apart, but I've since heard the experts talk about it and am now convinced.