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.



 eggs!
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 eggsaregroovy.org. nothing.
i feel there is a hole in the internet

carla.


Saturday, 19 October 2013

let me forget about today until tomorrow

hello
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.


 hehehe.

3. if you want to fit in with the super groovy people in paris:
all you need is:
a) some cigarettes
b) black clothes
c) a paperback book, PAPERBACK I SAY. HARCOVERS ARE FOR LOSSSERS.
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.
YOU'RE ALL SET.


 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.

7. THE CLOTHES. THE CLOTHES. THE CLOTHES.
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.
SO:
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:
I SAW MACKLEMORE IN MILAN. MACKLEMORE BABY, MACKLEMOREEEEEEEEEEEE.
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.



Saturday, 14 September 2013

that time before carla went to europe

sosososososososooo i am going to Europe tomorrow.

today my cousin told me one in four people die in plane crashes.


i have also heard 50% of statistics aren't true.

yeah i am excited in a sort of distant way. it feels something like my birthday is coming up but i don't quite know what a birthday entails.

i am interested to know what is going to happen when reality collides with my dreams. i hope it will be something sparkly.

ALSO: every holiday/camp i have packed for so far in my life has NOT been ONE OF THE GROOVIEST CITIES EVER ACCORDING TO MOVIES.

if i said that a bit too dramatically gramtically and you didn't understand, what I meant was I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO A PLACE THAT INVENTED LIKE BERETS AND MOSTACHES AND THEREFORE IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO PACK BECAUSE IT IS HARD TO PACK YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE.

i want to look cool, and since i don't have a moustache or a small dog and i hate coffee no matter how chic it makes me look, i must dress awesomely.

i mean, come ON guyz what if the satorialist guy is there??



some midly groovy stuff happened today:



a transparant raincoat that is not QUITE as i imagined it would be. 

(whatever people its obviously  futuristic, minimalistic awesomeness, you know aesthically.)



procrastination demonstration gangsterfacation
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IN OTHER NEWS:

i went to a fashion show for melbourne spring fashion week a while ago with one of my cousins. it was a super super cool, pyschadelicish experience. i felt like i was in a dream. because it was an example of all my expectations and dreams and thoughts smashing into the brick wall of reality. i wasn't dissapointed, it was amazing.

I'm not going to lie, most of the clothes were a bit eh.

BUT it was so so so very interesting to look at the models and how they walk BUT ALSO the audience and how they were reacting. i saw these ladies with their little girls in fur coats in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other. i saw this blogger who(m??) i had read about.

basically, I WANTED TO BE IN THE FRONT ROW SO PEOPLE WOULD THINK I WAS IMPORTANT.

and afterwards, my cousin and me were walking to the tram when we saw one of the models standing on the footpath waiting for a taxi. she was our favourite model, the only dark skinned dark haired one of all thirty or so. we didnt even know her name, but guys SHE SMILED!!! AT US!!!!! i wanted a photo with her. she was so sassy and cool.

it was one of those moments where you don't even have time to think about what to do. we were in the city, near some fancy shops like chanel and stuff and there were all glittery lights and the fashionable beautiful people were getting in taxis or going to a bar. we went to the toilet in this super fancy hotel which had ferarris out the front and a doorman. and then we had gelati.

sometimes i just want to be one of those rich people who have beautiful clothes and hail taxis and know how to apply eyeliner without dying and stuff. it'd weird how quickly i can go from mood to mood. but not like angry to happy. more mindset to mindset or goals to goals. i guess it's normal.

on the way home the rich people magic had gone. we rode the tram and these really loud teenagers got on and then i went home.

HERE IS WHAT I WORE:




and also, here are some photos i found of new york fashion week (sigh) when i was searching the internet to find out why everyone was so pissed about Rodarte's new collection.



 CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT THIS GIRL'S FRUITY OUTFIT!!??????????

 shoes!!!!!!


 I have a theory that this is my maths teacher. she looks like this and she does dress in an interesting way. i am yet to form a hypothesis how she could be teaching us trigonometry and be grooving it up at nyfw. 








see ya later after europe. 





~CARLA~

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Saturday, 31 August 2013

if i had a million dollars i would go around having experiences.




one thing I like about reading less sophisticated, fancy pants blogs is that I like getting a little slice of what someone's life is like. You know when you're on the train and you see someone with interesting socks or reading a weird book or wearing large grandmaish glasses and you want to follow them around and see what shops they go into. You want to go see what their room looks like and the playlists on their ipod, you want to hear them sing or see them draw, because you are convinced that in a sea of "normal" people going to their office this person must have an interesting life. You know, a life you could write a novel about.

Sometimes when I am on the train and I am wearing interesting socks I wonder if anyone wants to know about my life. I wonder if they think I do extraordinary things and ride my bmx to school and decorate my hair with flowers. Because my life is not that interesting, like, its cool because it's my life, but it wouldn't make a good novel or comic book. This isn't a feel sorry for me, "of course your life is interesting" sort of thing, what I am trying to say is that what if every person who we see on the train and think about in order to have something to imagine and aspire to or to get away from our normal suburb isn't interesting at all??

Another thing I do on the train is imagine I am somewhere else. I love the train because I listen to music and I pretend to be someone else and somewhere else. Not that I don't like me, or the place I live in. I just like imagining I'm in New York and I am taking the subway to go sit in a park and draw pictures. And that gives me something to look forward to, because on a Monday morning when I'm like: EW SCHOOL, I just think about the future and how I'm going to live in New York and take the subway and draw pictures and it will be magical. But what happens if it is only magic because it's unknown.

What happens if I save my money and go to the airport and pretend I'm in a movie and go live in New York and listen to sparkly music and start to imagine living in Paris and how magical that would be?

What if really, I never need to go anywhere because imagining it is enough? Maybe that's where real happiness and excitement is found, inside yourself. And big cities or forests or mountains don't matter because you can imagine it in your head anywhere.

I get dressed every weekend thinking about how to look interesting which makes me happy. I do not get dressed every weekend in whatever clothes I want and look interesting anyway because I am naturally interesting. Is that pretending? It's being myself, but then again its not.

whattttt.


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Today is the first day of spring. I am listening to this bbc recording of Joni Mitchell and James Taylor and its really cool because they talk in between about their songs. I have exams tomorrow, I feel weird cause I don't even feel worried. Like, I am actually worried from how calm I am. Not that they matter, I'm in year nine. 

I took some photos with my brother today. We had this weird spurt of creativity together that was completely spontaneous and awesome. here is what happened:






Some photos I took myself. The backpack I put together today, my family doesn't get the magic of transparent plastic, but I think it is excellent.





fruit!!!!






 stuff in room:
the colours on this wall have been inspiring me so much lately. that sounds sort of weird, but all those national geographic sort of colours ohmygawd. Is it legal to marry colours because seriously??!!

SO this wall I stuck stuff on is not just making me fall in love with these colours, but its like there is this whole secret world behind the colours. What I mean is I see all the orangy colours and browns and I think of Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac and I think of California by Joni Mitchell and I think of the Leaves That Are Green by Simon and Garfunkle. I think about Galaxie 500's album Today and think of cacti and mandarins and PLANTS OHGMYGOD PLANTSSSSSSSSSS.

yep, feeling super inspired by plants lately. like, not sure what I can DO with that.



also, this is a map of Rome my uncle gave me. In about two weeks my family and I are travelling to Paris, Rome, Florence, Venice and Milan. I am so excited I can't evenudgweiddcjfgwedpif2. so, if anyone live in those cities we should either meet or like creepily stare at eachother or something. I haven't been overseas except for fiji, so I am super super super duper excited to go be smart and chic AND STUFF.

also, this map has perfect colours and it makes me want to travel, just like looking at it I want to eat it. 
AND: me being stupid and weird with my hair:

In other news, THIS HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i wrote this massive thing about tavi and everything, i might post it. 

but really all you need to know is she is even more perfect in real life than on the ~internet~
ps: i made her that TAVI for president thing. she liked it.

also, on that epic TAVI weekend I got photographed for this street style website and it was really cool.


THE END.
CARLAAAA


Sunday, 28 July 2013

*groovy fuits*


hello.
i finally got inspired to actually write words on this here blog.
here are some things that have been inspiring me lately, even though i haven't gotten dressed in an exciting way for a very long time. but, never fear, the staleness is gone, oh tumblr, saint like, godly, pure, you have saved me from my poop phase. not that i was in a poop mood, more my creativity was hibernating or frozen or something.

so now i am inspired and once the weekend comes i will be able to get dressed in an exciting way once again. the beige has disapparated from my life, the old fuzzy carpet vanished and new metaphors are starting to erupt from the pavement. 

    





there is something so clean and inspirational about fruit, i am not even joking send me fruit so i can be inspired and then customs in Australia will get pissed at you.

freereceiptwithpurchase:

corporate tangerines, london, 2013
Osma Harvilahti

 ahhhhh 
(*refreshing noise*)

  another reason i am very excited is that TAVI is coming to Australia and i have tickets to see her and i am so happy ohmygod. i actually don't know what to do and can`t even imagine what i will wear not that anybody cares.








 photohab:

Budapest by Marcin Mazurkiewicz
  all these photos are from my tumblr, and hopefully if you click the picture you can find the source. 


if i could marry my tumblr i would. 
seriously, it is so beautiful. 
 i just love it so much, all the pictures from different corners of tumblr mould together to create something awesome, without even trying.

 ~carla~
 ps:my new url is:
pooopsoup.blogspot.com 
  the other one was yucky
(you: yeah?? and poop soup is not yucky?!?!)
(me: correct)


and tumblr =
http://semicolonsaremyfavourite.tumblr.com/