Dear Sugar for love advice, Slutever for slut advice.
Domme Chronicles for jaw-dropping hotness and brain fuel.
Erowid, Motherboard and The Drum for sources of ‘I read this thing
once’. Not on Khan Academy like I should be.
List of ABC News headlines illustrating why I loathe the news; all
of which should be read in a Media Watch voice:
Angry Yudhoyono accuses Abbott of taking spying claims too
Customs cut through the bone
Louise Bell cold case arrest
Tigers dying in squalid zoo
Serial killer’s shock admission
Copper network exit woes
Armstrong claims cover-up
I *love* beautiful things but don't have no interest in creating
them. It's been done. And it's inaccessible.
I love that that will always be a something new around the corner
to satisfy me. A back catalogue from the past, a new driven artist,
it's forever there.
But Built Environment is fucked. Whilst you can write off fashion
as an indulgence (how dare you) I fundamentally believe that where
you live is an essential component to a life worth living. The
right space inspires you, puts you in the right mood, relaxes you,
is a conduit for all sorts of social and sexual experiences. Yet
every time I go rental shopping I’m faced with a choice between
white-walled prison cell #1 and white-walled prison cell #2.
Both bleed out 40% of my income should I fancy having the
convenience and culture of living in the inner city, thus requiring
me to finance that whole situation by working some boring ass wage
slavery job and god fucking help me nothing crushes the human
spirit like 'living for the weekend'. It’s like this Sisyphean
financial timebomb that’s not really worth it.
I once caught a bus through an hour long route I'd never normally
catch and there wasn't a building I wouldn't raze. The task of
changing that was enormous and terrifying.
Great architects and great fashion designers exist, but the costs
involved in producing their work means they can’t be enjoyed as
they can with music, films and books. That’s what I want to learn
about or ‘do with my life’.
My style is 'would Daniel Craig wear this?'. I have one outfit.
Do you like interviews? I fucking love interviews. YouTube, online,
print - I could consume endless reams of chatter where people
discuss their work or experience. Same reason Q&A, At The
Movies, late-night American talk shows, leadership debates and
Kitchen Cabinet are my favourite viewing materials. You will not
entice me with television dramas because I simply don’t get any
psychological satisfaction from watching new problems being created
and resolved ad infinitum. The great thing about my love of
interviews is that it can be anyone. For example, I don't like the
sloppy, dog tongue pieces of Rick Owens and Yohji Yamamoto, but my
god I’ll get off on reading interviews with them. How Rick says
you’re free to fuck up everything if you get the hair and shoes
right, and Yohji, “Clothing is not art from the beginning, it
becomes so afterwards” / “Making something comic is very hard.
Comedy requires higher knowledge and superior technique.” And Tom
Ford, "You are a part of someone's view."
I name weird playlists: 'Dress like your job working for De De Ce
is to plant the words 'group sex' in the customer's mind.'
I'd describe my music taste as narcotic ice cream. Collaborate with
me on *that* playlist and we'll throw a party to celebrate.
I like the way things sound, like 'preference reversals due to
myopic discounting of delayed reward'.
Cool kids are all like ‘beer and pizza’ and I’m like
I think there is something fundamentally sexy about a woman driving