I will never love you more than...

...new shoes from Wittner.



On sale. Saved $100. Apparently they're a Chanel knock-off. Nina got them too. We've arranged to both wear them out tonight. Girl at shoe shop was mortified. In our billion year friendship though, Nina and I have only really ever had one wardrobe item exactly the same: our backpacks were identical in 1993.


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Love, love, love...

...these shoes. (And, if available, you can throw in a set of those legs for me too)
 

Photo from Jak & Jil - one of the greatest blogs for high-end fashion photography 

These ankle boots are by Louboutin & I also have a slight obsession with the similar ones from last season's Camilla & Marc collection... Holding out for a sub-$300 version. Somewhere? Anywhere?

The Lost Writer

I just finished reading Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol. For a man who has made a helluva lot of coin from creating novels, his writing really frustrates me. I have however, read all five of his books.

On the one hand, this man fills his pages with copious amounts of information - the hard-earned result of much intense research. This is the reason why I continue to buy his hardcovers, knowingly funding his high-flying lifestyle and tweed-filled wardrobe.

On the other hand however, he's not a very good writer. Now, before you say, "Hey hypocrite! Where's your New York Times Best Seller??", I fully acknowledge this man's ability to create a story - he has a great imagination, incredible research skills and a drive to unearth stories that the general public should take the time to read.

The thing is though, parts like this are all too frequent: "He was sweating now beneath his blindfold. He wanted only to take it off. They stopped walking now."

They stopped walking now???

Maybe "They had stopped walking now" or "Suddenly, they stopped walking" but definitely not "They stopped walking now" - it just sounds ridiculous: Like as though Mr Brown had his tenses all mixed up and his editor was simply exhausted by page 479.

Thematically, the book is very, very similar to the rest of Brown's work. And I'm fairly sure he read The Secret as part of his research. Unmasking the ways of that not-so-secret-society - The Masons - The Lost Symbol's most interesting character is - in true Brown style - the leading lady, Katherine Solomon. And unlike Professor Langdon's previous off-siders, Katherine is described as over 50. Odds are she gets a good 15 years chopped off her for the cinematic adaptation.

Happy 2010!

Here's to fresh starts, new beginnings, and a friggin awesome year all round - Lord knows, we could all do with more fun than the challenges of 2009!


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Life Is About...

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Thoughts for 2010

I've never been a big believer in New Year's Resolutions. I've never really liked the idea of, what feels like, setting your year in stone before it's even begun. I've always thought my situation would be ever-evolving, with new stimulus always hurtling towards me, negating the purpose of resolving to tick off a list, one by one.

This time around though, it feels a little different. I'm 23, single and earning enough money to pay my bills - but not enough to holiday, shopping spree or have more than one little outing a week. And by June 20 this year, I don't want to have kept the same situation - the only difference being one more birthday notched on my belt. 

I had/have a friend who doesn't believe people my age should strive for love or money. He threw all of that away to go in search of the true identity of his inner self. While it would be wonderful to think that one could be completely happy by 23 without the security of an income, or the arms of another in which to fall asleep, I simply don't think it is possible. And it's not just having the highs - the lows make you know how much you need to treasure the highs. By throwing away the external and looking only within yourself, can you really know all there is to know? I don't think so.

While I hope 2010 brings me more highs than the lows, challenges, learning experiences (apparently I should blame Saturn) of 2009, what I want most for next year is to feel respected - in everything from intimate relationships to work to my home life. It is my "resolution" for 2010 that I will find the balance between hard-lined bitch and soft-shelled doormat. I won't cave to the demands of those who say they love but simply want their feet rubbed. Wants and needs must be met with action. While you might not find yourself simply by searching within, I will prove that you can certainly change the course of your future by using the strength of your inner self - whoever she is.

Weekend Dreaming

Love Polyvore.

Weekend Dreaming by en206 featuring Betsey Johnson bags

James Chartrand the she-man.

The blogging world was somewhat rocked this week by the self-outing of one of its top contributors. James Chartrand - a copywriter and regular Copyblogger contributor - is actually a woman. She decided to take a man's name as her pen name after failing to succeed in the industry under her own name.

This really surprised me. No, not surprised. More like disappointed. Of course sexual discrimination still exists in the workplace - I've been on the receiving end of it plenty of times - but I found it particularly painful to read that this woman is still doing the same work as she was pre-James, except that it's now on a much higher level, simply because people thought she was a man.

It's disgraceful that these attitudes still exist in the world. Really disgraceful.

Yawn. Li-lo gets her sex/smoke on.

Lindsay Lohan has posed for an "arty" photo shoot.

Seriously, this is not arty. This is not scandalous. This is not something we haven’t seen before. Hell, haven’t we all seen the upskirters of this girl? No point getting in a flap over a nude boob and a cigarette. She’s gotta pay the bills somehow!

Speechless. Utterly.

Whilst browsing Go Fug Yourself on a quiet Saturday night in, I stumbled across this corker of a shamozzle, incorporating those scary Alexander McQueen shoes.

As described by Heather on her blog, "This is totally Lady Gaga plus Annie Lennox plus Elvira with a touch of Nefertiti and a splash of Anna Wintour -- just a splash -- multiplied by a head injury and then divided by a vat of absinthe."

I have to agree.