Thursday, 28 August 2014

the egg is me

so yo,
I have decided to start (fart) this blog again, which probably means writing this and then camouflage with a rock for 5 months until the urge arises once again. As you can see, if you even care, I have not changed since I last wrote on here. 

Things that have changed/the transformation of Carla (march edition) to Carla (august edition)
-I got contacts.
-I don't eat yogurt as much 

honestly, I think this photo sums up my growth as a human being in the past few months:

Apart from that here are some photos that make my life look less like how it is and more like Dawson's Creek. (actually not really)

(taken by my friend)

 (yes they are loom bands pls help)

(my knees look so scary here)

So yeah I'll keep you posted on my yogurt eating habits.
gracias, carla.

Tuesday, 11 March 2014


I totally discovered the egg emoji which is by far the most life changing thing that has happened to me since i last wrote on here. which is obviously the reason I haven't been writing on here.

This weekend was a glowing pile of films, which was entertaining and surprisingly educational. so much so, I don't think school (more like stools if you know what i mean) is even necessary anymore.
here is an example of the myriad of useful knowledge I gained in just one weekend!

De Vrais Mensonges- Reading subtitles makes you feel intelligent. Also, french hairdressers are significantly more entertaining that others.

the Big Lebowski- I need to say fuck more. In addition, bowling is the most gangster sport that exists. Period.

the September Issue- I can now aspire, with the investment of a suitably expensive pair of sunglasses of course, to be editor of Vogue.

Taking Woodstock- How unfortunate it is that I missed out on Woodstock. My mum probably wouldn't let me go anyway.

When Bjork met David Attenborough- How crystals are like songs. Also: BJORK IS A BEEPING ICELANDIC ALIEN PRINCESS. Seriously, where did she even come from?

 (apart from the discovery of the egg emoji, which in my opinion, will now be used as a measure of time: eg: "this event occurred 5 minutes BE (before egg)" )

 Went traveling on Google Maps:
(My new aspiration, besides the ten million other things, is to be the person who goes to the parts of the world where street view isn't currently possible. I mean, who cares about physics homework? I WANT TO WALK AROUND IN BLOODY MADAGASCAR)


Found a ghost at Ponte Vecchio:

 Spontaneously purchased some fake POMs earrings, they lady in the shop called me "my love" and the lady at the frozen yoghurt place told me I "worked those earrings."

The dress belongs to New York City Girl Scouts, yeah, I was rather excited too.

 "Are you trying to be Japanese?" -Mum

 Purchased TOMMY HILFIGER OVERALLS. All I need now is a greasy rat tail!!

Went to see Sticky Fingers at the St Kilda Festival. Some guy took my hat, but never fear I retrieved it after the girl got off his shoulders.


Thursday, 16 January 2014

%two thousand and fourteen%

1.i can breath for the first time.
2.and some other stuff that i will detail in this post.

(i totally organized all my best photos from this summer into sections based on i dunno the asethetic or colours or memory or something.)
(yep i'm so sophisticated now)

 tennis court-lorde
california-mazzy star

new shoes-topshop


2. art/kanye west/frida kahlo biography/clean//////////////////////

white teeth teens-lorde
 blood on the leaves-kanye west
army of me-bjork
omanko-sky ferreira

a good part of my wall. that's a east china air sick bag, unused, yeah i kind of went to china.

ngv melbourne now exhibition

my best friend's glorious room


3. wood/country/brown/on the road by jack kerouac/////////////////

sim sala bim-fleet foxes
pototype-tame impala
where can i go-laura marling
loretta's flowers-swearin'


lay you down-matt corby
snaggletooth-vance joy
eddy's song-sticky fingers

5. micellaneous/adventure/////

buzzcut season-lorde
do i wanna know-arctic monkeys
forest gump- frank ocean

6. lame edits
a nativity scene skirt i half made (my auntie actually made it) for christmas.


wat i've accomplished:
(in no particular order)
found out there's only one r in erection.
watched sherlock season 3 (ohmygoddddddddddd)
watched the carrie diaries (it's shitty but addictive)
read franny and zooey
read on the road
reading a frida kahlo biography
did some butt exercises
made some friends
(not really)
watched some good movies like american beauty.
watched the godfather and therefore have decided i my future needs to involve campaigning for gender equality in the world of organized crime.
painted with watercolours
marvelled at the genius of kanye west and how bound 2 is actually a religious experience (i'm not even being sarcastic)
writing A LOT in my super groovy keith haring journal
high self esteem
low self esteem
found a dead moth
high self esteem
went to the art gallery
went to china
peed in the ocean
peed in people's pools
trespassed in my mum's old high school
felt no christmas spirit
talked for 71 minutes on the phone to my grounded best friend
took heaps of paint samples from bunnings
spent way too much time on tumblr
wrote this incredibly pointless list which demonstrates how much of my time i waste and how when school starts again in a week i would have accomplished nothing.
i hate school
ate eating yoghurt


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Friday, 25 October 2013

glad i didn't die b4 i met u

 i have officially decided i love eggs. like yeah they taste good, but i mean just to look at them! they are so wierd and kinda gross if you think about them too much, like they are so gooey and i mean, they're orange, whhaaaaaat? but they are just cool, they are like the most groovy food out.

so, therefore, with my new found love of eggs, i have decided the first tattoo i get will be an egg, because i mean, EGGS!!! hey, its sort of the same as an infinity sign because an uncraked egg is neverending. but the only difference is infinty sign tattoos kind of suck, egg tattoos kind of rule and also, Charlie never said: "and in that moment i swear we were eggy."

another excellent thing about eggs is they are a great way to distinguish potential friends from mean people. when in situations where you do not know anyone, start a conversation by saying "hey, i want to get an egg tattoo when i'm legal, thoughts?' and whatever follows will determines whether this person is worth your friendship.

anway, so this happened:

i feel like such a movie star with this coat on, my mum hates me wearing it around the house because "coats are to be worn only when one leaves the house for some occasion or other"

EX-CA-UUUSE ME mother dearest i wasn't aware we were living in like, the 17th century, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. maybe back in ur day it was forbidden to wear coats at home or smthing because cavemen might mistake you for a mammoth to kill and use for their thursday night bridge club dinner.

thanks to my mum for taking this photo. 

so, in other news, like you know, besides from the ground breaking discovery that eggs are cool, i re-decorated my ipad case (for the third time) to suit some of the vibes i have been feeling of late. 

pls note: the rocky horror picture show lips, because i finally watched it with two of my friends and wow and/or eeeeeeeee. the show is coming to melbourne next year and i can't wait to see it with them.

pls also note: the eggs.

 this skirt i got at salvos ages ago. i thought the skirt was too tight back then (poo poo 2009 carla) so my mum made them into shorts which were cool, but then my bum got bigger and so this morning i unpicked the stitches to unleash the skirt power.

necklace: venice
top: vintage, venice
skirt: salvos
socks: they have hamburgers (!) venice. 
 the other side of my ipad case. i think i like this side better.

in other other news, i have been drawing a lot lately while listening to Bright Eyes album I'm Wide Awake, it's Morning. here's what happened:

i googled nothing.
i feel there is a hole in the internet


Saturday, 19 October 2013

let me forget about today until tomorrow

so i'm back from the great land that is europe. i will try to construct a post consisting of photos of me IN europe, instead of actual famous and historical monuments because HEY! you can google those.

 realizations about europe:

1. there are a lot of churches. and when i say a lot. i don't mean some, a few, i mean mate, there are more churches than mcdonalds what is the world coming to??!

 2. I really, REALLY, REALLY like photos of myself. bonus points if another human organism actually takes one of me instead of marathonning around trying to take selfies with fleeing family members.

sometimes i legitimately worry about how high my self esteem is.


3. if you want to fit in with the super groovy people in paris:
all you need is:
a) some cigarettes
b) black clothes
d) the ability to have approximately 50,000000000000000000000000000 pre-dinner drinks and post dinner drinks WITHOUT actually ever eating dinner.
e) a dog, with whom you visit fancy shops with and no one says anything.
f) glasses. really tiny tiny ones that cover 1/64 of your eyes are ideal OR super massive huge whoa mamma big ones.
g) the ability to speak french.

 people looked at me in paris. i'm not just saying that to be all: "oh yeah i'm so weird and people just don't understand the aesthetic and philosophy of my clothes."
BUT SERIOUSLY, i was the most brightly colored person i saw and people looked at me like i had two BUMS on my head instead of two BUNS. a consonant makes a world of difference.

 4. most art in europe is old.
and if its not old it looks old, or old people like it. europe is just an old place.

5. europe has magic energies which give your hair SUPER POWERS! 
seriously, if i had to chose one thing to thank europe for teaching me, it would be the potential and awesomeness of my hair and hairstyles. i simply thought, hey, i can do whatever i want and wear whatever i want here because HEY its a foreign country and who cares if my hair looks like a small rodent pooped on it!

either that or it's abundance of  pretty languages that are a magical and melodious change from the usual YEEEEEEEEEAAAH MAAAAAAAAATE AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSSIE OHHHHHHYEEEEEEEAAAH. i hear back home.
(just joking australians don't talk like that.)

 my hair seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 6.  soft drink is better in europe. when you drink it you don't get diabetes straight away.

i'm not going to lie sometimes i was like, WHERE ARE ALL THE PRETTY CLOTHES.
but then i found this coat and my life changed and then i went on oprah to talk about it.

also, my shirt is like an autumn leaf and i love it.

i saw this super groovy girl with a CLOUD coat and knee socks and i was like: I need to take a stalkerish photo of you, feat. random statue.


So, with all that out of the way,  here are my glorious europe purchases all laid out nicely like i have been wanting to do for so long:

 so, if anyone cares:
an andy warhol tshirt from the guggenheim museum in venice, a vintage mickey mouse tshirt from venice, a JESUS LOVES PARIS tshirt from paris. a keith haring notebook from Milan, a beautiful "fur" coat from Florence (we all know its not fur.) some socks from venice, some vintage postcards from this amazing half closed flea market in venice, and an andy warhol colouring book from the Pompidou centre in Paris!!

i just i bought more, but whatever.
 photos i took today:

 a page from my new Andy Warhol colouring book. so obsessed with him after reading  the very classy looking book: THE philosophy of Andy Warhol, which is hilariously entertaining and also very deep.

 new religious bracelets I bought. the top one is from the vatican, which was super cool.
just from writing this i have remembered SO MANY THINGS which i would like to write about on here. for example, some groovalicious artists i discovered while overseas, Andy Warhol, The Bling Ring (no i haven't seen it yet, i am reading the book) and cultural appropriation which i have been thinking about and discussing A LOT lately and may have some newly formed unpopular opinions.

AND last but not least yeah probably least actually:
the travel journal i kept while in europe, which is simultaneously very bad, but also maybe slightly meaningful in a farting way.

the end peace out.

PS: just casually:
he was going incognito in a fancy milan shopping centre. i wish i had of said: "IS THAT YOUR GRANDMA'S COAT?" and he would have been like: "YEAH, HEY YOU CAN BE IN MY NEW MUSIC VIDEO BECAUSE YOU ARE COOL."

the end.