resurerection

im starting to get worried about the priorities of this blog- it was meant to be fashion oriented as in uni work, inspirations and fash bashes but its turned into a site of raging hormones and drunken adventures. look its easter, after this it will go back to fash.  

been out drinking again. funny story so i went out for dinner with some dear friends and after i was meant to go to predrinks in gore st. so i waited for a tram for about an hour and a half. i made some friends- a guy with a red streak in his hair and his photographically inspired friend, a strange young girl and a old woman trying to get to midnight mass [telling us of gods strange challenges,-look lady i dont think waiting at the tram stop for hours is really beneficial to the rest of the planet so god really should set his priorities straight.]  

anyway another hour later and my tram finally came. as it was parking i get a call from my friend who was at the predrinks saying they were coming into the city so i should just wait.  

i asked my tram friends to get a beer with me, and ended up partying the night away with one.

made this maroon velvet stretchy dress for the evening. 

and i didnt trim the thread. 

met this magician on my journey of trying to catch a tram. he was brilliant. 

"so brad pitt is in your hands right now, are you feeling pretty horny?" 

um. i guess. ? [he was talking about the card in my hand] 

but no he did a great trick, i was amazed.

he left us with "goodnight guys! keep the magic alive." 

-in a strong french accent. 

the rave cave. very smoky very strobey. 

it was almost impossible to see in front of you at some points. 

which i think may have been beneficial for some people. 

my tram friend. 

i would like some yellow waterproof jumpsuits. 

where can i find them?

euan jus' doin' the pimp thing.

the end is near.

i bought these jeans in year10. and ive worn them a lot. i think it is soon time to say goodbye.

moonboots.

i got new black leather boots.  i love them. i thought id show my collection, this is just my black boot collection. i have more. ill show another time. 

you can see i've already trashed the boots. bad hannah. i literally bought them two days ago.

crucifixions, beer and questions of identity.

drinking at the pub. or outside the pub really, in this lane. with some awesome girls. we were matching in leopard print.. this night ended with me walking down brunswick street with two girls: complete strangers who were asking me how i identified? i was confused and left. i think now in hinesight- i made the right choice. which is quite impressive considering my state at the time.

 sheeps wool and a little leather. 

 leopard print undies. 

i didnt get a shot but i think someone did.

so photogenic zoe. 

this is why i feel like shit. 2 jugs, 2 slabs and the rest later. we were talking shit and dancing in the moonlight. it was worth every last drop. my fave was searching each bottle pouring the dregs of each into one and then proceeding to drink it. 

buckled docs. you win. 

"i think i got enough dignity to slowly give it away my entire life."

"i lost my dignity in yr 12. when i wore a white dress with orange skin"

i just wanted to clone a million of these two boys and lie in a pile of them. rocking out- possibly something awesome. most likely. 

the back of my regrowthy head. yes.

my thigh hole. i think the jeans are over. ive had them for 5 years and they are really falling apart. im afraid one day i will go out and the legs will just fall down around my ankles. 

"lame... i HATE radiohead" - passed out person.

i thought you said "i hate my head".. 

um. you know nothing.

happy easter.! 

argh fine.

as i said i went to a few parties on the w/e and these are a few shots i took out- i just didnt feel comfortable leaving you with the zebra post. 

for the record: campari on ice tastes real bad. 

jen feels the need to speak in a strong russian accent when wearing my coat. 

me:  i just wore two sheer tops one grey and one black over eachother and my leaopard print jacket. yesssss. thank you grandma. she actually gave it to me about three years ago and i was like ew and stored it. now we're in love.

note: regrowth so bad [its only been 3 weeks] that i have to now wear my hair out because otherwise i look mingin. 

brunswick st wildlife

yeah im sheepishly admitting that i went to 4 parties this weekend and this is all im blogging. eeh i always drink too much. but this also was a big w.e for me, this corsetry assignment is horribly killing me. i could blog that. but youd all die too and no one wants that.   

this father and daughter were dressed as zebras. appreciation a million. 

had to be done

my maternal instincts have kicked in. its over. ive packed up shop and bought a million kittens and i knit them adorable outfits and drink tea and play bridge all day. 

[thankyou alx for images]

drunk again. and my dog is snoring.

i didnt take enough photos. but i took some and that matters. so first we went to complex geometries preview and look, i was into it- just not so into the prices. then we proceeded to the spook live shoot at PHM but-ahem-missed it and just saw the band and got the drank the dregs. it was a fun night all in all. 

Fat presents complex geometries was great. - free booze ciders, peronis and wine so of course we obliged there is just something about free booze that makes people feel like its rude to not get wasted. its fine with me. 

beautiful people everywhere as usual. these ones were all on top of each other. 

me and bell at compex geometries- a friend found this photo on oh jamiee blog. im as white as a ghost, but i love the photo.  note to self: buy exterior flash for G9.

an interesting mirrored box art installation at penthouse mouse. 

 heroin chic. quite literally, i believe. ah- the modern tortured artist. im alteast glad they wear kilts and headbands...

apart from our drunken selves, this guy was the only other person rocking out, in the room. awkward- but i thought he was dressed very cute. love the pants with the RM williams. 

babes in um. i think it was the frowning clouds? doesnt matter anyway... as i said;.. babes. 

i cant say enough how great the space for penthouse mouse was- the slats of wood looked great when the lighting was all set up. 

you are my jenny to shane.

this is lame.  i can appreciate that. ive been discussing these postsecrets and i went onto their  blog [click]. i have a soft heart now ok. they just bring tears to my eyes with cuteness.

dont be under the impression that this is because im a loser, its relevant ok. just trust. 

and if you really want to shake that post-summer happiness; watch a youtube video to either Johnny Cash's hurt or Sia's breathe me. kills me, everytime...xxx 

its impossible to be unhappy in a poncho

i want  this hair back, what do you think?. that is all.

oh and: its impossible to be unhappy in a poncho. 

credit- maddy for photo and for the mighty boosh.

drukn and hot

these are some drawings i did last year i was just looking through my old scans and i thought i could post it. the collection was called sing the body electric [ which in hindsight is really wanky and crap] [at the time i thought it was cool and intellectual and thats all that matters] 

i have 12 followers now. excited about that. judy said she wanted more of my own stuff. heres a little slice. ps: too drunk to post real stuff. and too hot to write cool.