Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A piece of Taylor Kitsch

I have a new love. His name is Taylor Kitsch and he stars in 'Friday Night Lights' (which, incidentally, I also love). His astounding beauty and smouldering eyes and RIPPED body have become my main comfort in my current distress. After setting my alarm, getting my gym clothes ready from the night before, leaving the insane comfort of my bed in a quiet empty house that I could have otherwise savoured, I dragged my ass to the gym this morning.

Within one minute of being there I had rolled my ankle. I have been in absolute agony all day, have been to the doctor (who believes it's not fractured but a ligament may have snapped) and am going for an x-ray tomorrow. My doctor seems very wise and all (she told me to take something for the pain and the vodka worked a treat) but I'm not ready to happily accept the fact that my ankle is not fractured. You see, you may recall that last year I rolled my OTHER ankle and after two months of dull pain I finally went for an x-ray and discovered I had in fact fractured it and it was too late to fix it.

So excuse me for not rejoicing yet. I guess one thing I can be thankful for is that it wasn't that foot again.

ANYWAY. Taylor has been providing with me an indescribable comfort through this hard time. The boy is damn adorable but he is not your average stud. Like, he is very sexy and makes your pants evaporate but he also has this cute lil smirk that melts my cynical heart. I think TK is one of the most beautiful people on the planet. His greeny-hazel eyes...those lips...arms...everything. He is so swoony! Also apparently he's very (surprisingly) intelligent and sensitive and was going to become a pro-Hockey player. Seriously. Isn't that the best combination of attributes? It's like somebody created him to be the The Perfect Fictional Man. But according to Lainey, it ain't fiction.

YEAH, HE'S NICE TOO. Jesus Fucking Christ.

So, ready for some Taylor Kitsch picture porn? I am about to spam the shit out of this page so prepare yourselves.

Friday Night Lights
This is where the love started. He plays my ideal fictional male: stand-offish, a bit rude, witty and surprisingly loyal and good. You know. The one you think you can reform and change but secretly like the way he is. Like Brian Kinney. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.






























P.S. I'm only up to Season 1 so NO SPOILERS THX. And I hate Lyla. Tim can do so much better than that whiny little ho.

'The Covenant'
I've never heard of this movie and I've never seen it but, um, I think I should.



Random Photoshoots, many of which involve Taylor Kitsch shirtless
I hardly think this section needs much explaining. Enjoy.



















































Candids
While my future husband detests the paparazzi, he still looks so amiable when they catch him. Also, check out his versatility: from ripped jeans (and biceps) to a suit, TK shows he can be drop-dead gorgeous no matter what he wears. Or doesn't wear.





















I look forward to the day he's undressing for me...
























Er looking forward to 'Battleship' coming out









































New Short Hair
This is what Taylor looks like now. Yes, apparently he CAN get hotter. Note: all these pics are from Wenn.com via LaineyGossip.com






























Yeah, you liked that didn't you? And because he is so damn perfect in this interview, here's a video too:

Monday, January 31, 2011

Jackets!

Ooooh Winter why are you so far away? I am a bit sick of Summer clothes to be honest. Especially during this bullshit humid Summer. Ew ew ew. Not that I've ever liked the hot weather, but I prefer warm and sunny to overcast, sometimes raining and always humid. Like, seriously.

All I want to do is wear jackets and scarves and boots and tights and shiver instead of sweat. My makeup runs much, much less in Winter. Everything is just better in general. Even the rain doesn't bother me so much now that my hair is long and I can just tie it up instead of submitting to the frizz that inevitably came with a short bob.

Anyhoo, I was perusing net-a-porter the other day and am totally lusting over millions of amazing jackets. I can't wait til it's the season and I can just throw a blazer over a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and be 'done'. Le sigh.

3.1 Phillip Lim























Burberry - um, hope it's faux...























Burberry, duh.






















 
Chloe




























 
Dion Lee






















 
Dion Lee from the back - gorgeous, no?























Jil Sander






















 
McQueen





















 

!!!!!!!























More McQueen






















 
And again.























Cape...want...cape...























McQueen






















Rebecca Taylor























Reed Krakoff























Rick Owens


Stella McCartney























Stella M in white

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

'A Long Way Down'

Maybe you've noticed me banging on about Nick Hornby's 'A Long Way Down' in the past, seeing as it is my favourite book of all time. Johnny Depp states that the novel is "masterful" and contains "some of the finest writing, and some of the most outstanding characters [he's] ever had the pleasure of reading". So clearly, you have to read it.

Furthermore, Nick Hornby has to absolutely positively write another book soon that rivals this masterpiece as I am about to jump out of my skin. I spend many endless nights simply looking up quotes from his various works to entertain myself.

Have you ever seen 'The History Boys'? My friend Alissa told me about this film once and like everything she introduces me to, I fucking love it. There's a quote by one of the teachers in it about reading in general:

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours."

Amazing, right? Anyway, that's how I feel about 'A Long Way Down'. Well, there's lots more amazingness that I could never conceive of, obviously, but you know what I mean. Some of my favourite quotes to entice you to read it:

"How do people, like, not curse? How is it possible? There are these gaps in speech where you just have to put a "fuck." I'll tell you who the most admirable people in the world are: newscasters. If that was me, I'd be like, "And the motherfuckers flew the fucking plane right into the Twin Towers!" How could you not, if you're a human being? Maybe they're not so admirable. Maybe they're robot zombies." - Jess

"We all spend so much time not saying what we want, because we know we can't have it. And because it sounds ungracious, or ungrateful, or disloyal, or childish, or banal. Or because we're so desperate to pretend that things are OK, really, that confessing to ourselves they're not looks like a bad move. Go on, say what you want. ... Whatever it is, say it to yourself. The truth will set you free. Either that or it'll get you a punch in the nose. Surviving in whatever life you're living means lying, and lying corrodes the soul, so take a break from the lies for just one minute." - JJ
(I like this one because I would never, ever do it. But I like the thought of it.)

"Telling me I can do anything I want is like pulling the plug out of the bath and then telling the water it can go anywhere it wants. Try it, and see what happens." - Jess

"The trouble with my generation is that we all think we're fucking geniuses. Making something isn't good enough for us, and neither is selling something, or teaching something, or even just doing something; we have to be something." - JJ

"I don't know you. The only thing I know about you is, you're reading this. I don't know if your happy or not; I don't know whether you're young or not. I sort of hope you're young and sad. If you're old and happy, I can imagine that you'll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, Oh yes, I remember how that feels. But you can't, you smug old git. Oh you'll remember feeling sort of pleasantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again?" - Jess

"That’s the thing with the young these days, isn’t it? They watch too many happy endings. Everything has to be wrapped up, with a smile and a tear and a wave. Everyone has learned, found love, seen the error of their ways, discovered the joys of monogamy, or fatherhood, or filial duty, or life itself. In my day, people got shot at the end of films, after learning only that life is hollow, dismal, brutish, and short." - Martin

"Asking the head I have now to explain its own thinking is as pointless as dialing your own telephone number on your own telephone: Either way, you get an engaged signal. Or your own answer message, if you have that kind of phone system." - Martin

"A middle-aged woman who looked like someone's cleaning lady, a shrieking adolescent lunatic and a talkshow host with an orange face... It didn't add up. Suicide wasn't invented for people like this. It was invented for people like Virginia Woolf and Nick Drake. And Me. Suicide was supposed to be cool." - JJ

"People go on about places like Starbucks being unpersonal and all that, but what if that's what you want? I'd be lost if people like that got their way and there was nothing unpersonal in the world. I like to know that there are big places without windows where no one gives a shit. You need confidence to go into small places with regular customers... I'm happiest in the Virgin Megastore and Borders and Starbucks and Pizza Express, where no one gives a shit and no one knows who you are. My mum and dad are always going on about how soulless those places are, and I'm like Der. That's the point." - Jess

"The fuck?” he said.
“The fuck?” said Jess. “The fuck what?”
“It's an American abbreviation,” said Martin. “The fuck?” means “What the fuck?” In America, they’re so busy that they don’t have time to say the “what”." - Jess

"When someone uses the phrase ‘the prick one’, and you know immediately that this is a synonym for the word ‘metaphorically’, you are entitled to wonder whether you know the speaker too well. You are even entitled to wonder whether you should know her at all." - Martin

"I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door." - Jess

"Once you stop pretending that everything's shitty and you can't wait to get out of it...then it gets more painful, not less. Telling yourself life is shit is like an anesthetic, and when you stop taking the Advil, then you really can tell how much it hurts, and where, and it's not like that kind of pain does anyone a whole lot of good. " - Martin I think. Or JJ.

Sigh. Maybe out of context it doesn't do much for you, but you really must read it. So many unexplained joys reading about four people who want to commit suicide.

Anyway, tomorrow is Australia Day and I am spending the day at the beach with my family. I would have really liked a new Nick Hornby to read in the sun, but I guess I'll settle for 'The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest'.

Hope you all have a good one and try and have a BBQ for the floods xx

Monday, January 24, 2011

MAC Pigments

So, I am not living under a rock - I have heard about MAC Pigments a billion times. I have seen them every time I go to Myer/David Jones. However, the thought of a loose, highly pigmented powder eyeshadow never filled me with much desire. In fact, it made me shudder and cringe at the thought of the infinite horrible messes I could create both on my face and in my bathroom.

Especially considering that I once dropped half a container of crumbled black eyeshadow onto a friend's white bedspread once. I don't think she was able to save it. I still feel bad about this. SORRY!

So you can see why MAC Pigments did not really appeal to me. At least, until I saw this incredibly simple and incredibly effective demonstration of how to create a really good smoky eye:




I was intrigued by the beautiful colour he applied so I went and checked it out. Little did I know, 'Mauvement' was a limited edition and wasn't available for a while. And then, because I couldn't get it, I became obsessed with it and decided I had to have it.

Anyway, I went shopping for makeup on the weekend with Maca who, as we have discussed, is a total babe and happens to be my shopping soulmate. On our little expedition I finally found the oh-so-coveted 'Mauvement' and bought it, gleefully. I have been playing around with it and it is truly gorgeous. I haven't even spilled it (yet)! Now I've jinxed myself. Oh well. It's so pretty, it'll probably be worth it. And now I am obsessed and must have more colours! More more more. More.

So far I've decided I want these:

'Vintage Gold' - open to other goldy suggestions though.











'Bloodline'


Better look at 'Bloodline'















'Later'

'Copper Sparkle'

This looks like a more realistic pic of what 'Copper Sparkle' looks like

Or just, you know, any or all of these.

This is 'Mauvement', which I bought.

Aren't they divine? I am particularly keen on 'Copper Sparkle' - apart from coral, bronzey colours are very in you know. And apparently because you need to use so little (seriously - dipping the brush into the powdery residue on the lid is plenty to use on one eye) these babies last forever. A clever investment for $39 Australian. Unless you're going overseas soon, in which case, don't bother everything is cheaper away from here.

Oh and because I don't know how to save my money and when I want something I have no self-restraint, I also bought this stuff:

And yes, it really is as good as everyone says.













Got this in khaki - also folds under and makes a super cute top.

Aaaand I got these in brown - 50% of the sale price. Win.




































Maca also bought the same clogs (because like I said, we are shopping soulmates and have infallible taste) PLUS I got a grey dress made out of almost tracksuit-y type material (but not quite) which I can't find a picture of online, and cannot be bothered to take a pic of it, so use your imagination. The best bit is everything I bought fits seamlessly into my wardobe and mix and match with each other perfectly. Win win win. I saw another dress I want though and didn't have enough $$$ for it...hmm...must go back. I will become increasingly and steadily obsessed until I get it:
Cute, right? Right.

















 Now must devise genius plan to somehow get more money. Note: working hard is not an option. Also: any recommendations for good mascaras? My Rimmel mascara (not Glam Lash, the other one) has pretty much all dried up and turned clumpy. Superfail.