Me, circa early 2011 when I first got a phone capable of taking photos.
In previous years I have forgotten about March the 6th. I almost forgot about this blog birthday again until someone asked me this morning how long I’d been doing it for. ‘Doing a blog’ is such a weird phrase, it doesn’t sound right. I’m actually kind of annoyed at myself for not putting today in my calendar. If I had I could have organised something as a celebration. I’ve always wanted to chuck a bunch of money into a party and have blog supporters be able to come and eat and drink and dance and take lip-sync selfie videos in a safe environment with no judgement and at no (or very little) financial cost to them. I guess it’ll have to wait ’til next year.
I don’t know what you say about having a blog for five years. Today someone said something to me that I hadn’t really thought of before. She said that this blog was probably one of my longest commitments and she was right. I haven’t had a ‘romantic relationship’ that’s lasted as long as the one I have with this weird little online outlet. I’m sort of happy I’ve gotten this far without giving up, but also I feel like people expect you really to have nailed something in five years and I guess I’m sometimes a bit ashamed to say I don’t actually know what I’m doing with it still or what the goal of it is. Maybe there is no goal, who knows.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this post. It’s 11:38pm and I’m in bed with a Biore pore strip on my face. Before that, I played tennis for about three hours. I’ve got sore legs and a sore right hand side of my butt. I want to say something that will feel meaningful but I don’t really have anything, plus I feel like I’m ranting and also running out of time because in 19 minutes it actually becomes the 7th of March.
Five years ago today I put up this terrible post about a shoe. Everything was so different then. I had this other boyfriend, I had a fringe, I lived in a flat with him and our friends in Newmarket. I didn’t have a smart phone, I didn’t have a laptop, I’d never been to Europe. I couldn’t drive at all and I worked full time at a digital agency. One time I spent AU$220 on silver jazz-style lace-up shoes and I thought they were the best thing ever and also the most expensive thing ever. I liked these shoes for god’s sake. I had no idea what I was doing or how posting odd thoughts and things that interested me online would change my life. But it did, and mostly because people out there decided that it was worth time in their day to read what I had to write, whether they agreed with it or wanted to be informed or just wanted to look at it just to confirm to themselves how stupid I sound. Either way, people came to this site and because of that I get to do things I never dreamed I would. If you’re reading this now, you have contributed to that and I thank you very much.
Rant over. Goodnight.
5:00pm, 26 December 2013.
Here is the second edition of old iPhones and other stories. The backstory is here for those who didn’t read the first edition. For those who can’t be bothered click, long story short, I’ve got over 10,000 iPhone-taken photos stored on my computer from the past four years or so, some of which have never seen the light of day. I am giving some of them the light of day.
The above photos is actually quite recent, it’s from Boxing Day last year. Ben and I took his son Oli to what Oli refers to as ‘the hill’, which is an astroturfed hump in the ground in Silo Park. ‘The hill’ sits next to a playground and this sort of manmade pond/paddling pool (but are people supposed to go in it? I don’t know). Oli made friends with some other kid and ventured into the pond, fully clothed. It’s less than adult knee high at the deepest point but you can guess what happened. We had no spare dry clothes so Oli had to borrow my t-shirt for the ride home. (I wore a sweater.)
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7:57pm, 15 November 2011.
A year or so ago, I upgraded my dropbox account to the paid 100gb version. I did this so I would never (or probably never) run out of space to store my iPhone photos. I take a lot of photos with my phone, hardly ever post any of them anywhere, but like to have them as keepsakes I guess. My dropbox automatically syncs my phone photos, so it’s constantly updating. The other day I checked, and there are 12,229 photos in that folder. Holy hell.
I did what one does when one is presented with a folder of 12,229 photos. I went back to the the beginning and started scrolling through. Oh, the memories! The nostalgia! The regret! The first one I have is from 22 March 2011, so the images span a period of over two and a half years of my life. Anyway, some of them are kind of interesting (to me, anyway) so I thought I would share a few every now and then and a little about them:
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As the title suggests, from 12:00pm – 4:00pm this Thursday (7 November) I will be conducting a little photoshoot in the Moochi High Street store (cnr Vulcan Lane and High Street) as part of Moochi’s Dress Week.
I’ve got the model – international babe Alexandra Storm, I’ve got the hair and make-up – thanks to Redken and MAC, I’m the photographer, so all I need now is a stylist: you. If you fancy yourself a good ‘put togetherer of clothes’, do come down to check out the dress week collection and have a go at styling Alexandra in whatever you like from the store. (See my efforts on myself, above.)
But wait, there’s more. We’re throwing a bit of incentive (and competition!) into the mix:
The top shots of the top styled outfits from the day will be uploaded to Facebook and a winner (voted by most number of likes) will be drawn on Monday 11th of November. The winner will receive their winning Moochi outfit, a Redken hair styling package and a retro Cointreau Fizz Cruiser Bike! (There’s a little picture of it below, sorry, it’s the only one I have but you can still see it’s white and cute.)
So anyway, come down on Thursday and give it a go!
For more info on dress week, see below and here.
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Jennifer (Nova). Photo/James K Lowe.
Things that I have learnt over the years, that make my life easier (that I can think of at this point in time. I’m sure there are more, I’m just lazy tonight. Also, these are very ‘Auckland’ based):
- If you need to feed 5-7 people on the cheap, you really can’t beat Toto’s pizza by the metre. It starts at like $40 for a metre. Each metre is made up of 20 pieces. The best flavours are the D’Oro and Boscaiola. At this stage they’re closed Monday’s so don’t even try. On Friday’s and Saturday’s you need to call up and order well in advance. Trust me.
- If you’re like me and often don’t finish your meal, you need to go to Dizengoff because they do half sizes of pretty much everything on their menu. I don’t know if they like people knowing that or not, but a half size chicken pasta is the right amount. Same with half size scrambled eggs on toast with an extra piece of toast and side of avocado (my jam).
- If you drive right into Britomart and valet your car in that bit in the middle of the square (DO NOT drive into the actual Britomart carpark to valet – that costs more), it will cost you $15 for four hours, which is a little cheaper than parking on the street. This would be a way better life hack if it were a year ago when you could pay $15 for 12 hours. Oh well.
- Fill up your car at a Z petrol station – the one brand of petrol that has attendants that will do it for you.
- The fastest way to get warm when you’re freezing cold alone in bed, is to get a fleece blanket (or other, but fleece is the best), and completely cocoon your body in it and then put on the covers. Trust.
- About three weeks ago I discovered Farro Fresh. I mean, I always knew it existed but I had never actually set foot in the ‘gourmet supermarket’ or whatever you like to call that kind of place. Firstly, um, the place is fricken amazing, and secondly, they have one of those Zummo juicing machines that I’m so obsessed with. They sell fresh orange juice (squeezed on the day or while you wait, even) in 2 litre bottles for $11. I mean, $11 isn’t cheap, but if you are a juice bar regular and you go to say, Ceres Organics in Ponsonby Central, you’re paying at least $7 for a regular cup. Go Farro and share with your friends. You won’t get the cups you get a juice bar but you won’t regret it either.
- Always have a passcode on your iPhone/smartphone. It sounds obvious but I feel like no one I know has it on like I do. You never ever know when you are going to lose that god damn thing, and if your phone is anything like mine, it has access to pretty much everything. Always passcode! Also, download Prey!
- If you’re a girl and have small feet (or a boy, but I don’t know any guys with tiny feet) – like a women’s size 6 or 7, you can totally fit boys (as in children’s) Nikes. They’re way cheaper and you can get Frees in good colours (as opposed to women’s colours which are often… not good).
- Ages ago I got sent this Garnier ‘Goodbye Damage’ shampoo and conditioner and serum and of all the shampoos and conditioners I have used and been sent and tried, I can tell you that is right up there. I have basically a tonne of hair, I don’t know if it’s in very good condition because I hardly ever brush it and I don’t really ever do anything special to it. I went to Fiji a month ago and the swimming kind of f*cked it up. Anyway, this Garnier stuff promised that it would improve my hair within like, 3 washes or something and it totally has! That, and the Redken Diamond Oil products, and the L’Oreal Professional shampoo and conditioner for people with coloured hair (even though I don’t have coloured hair) are my favourites. And Kevin Murphy dry shampoo. I don’t know how this is a life hack, but if any of you have kind of dry hair, try the above.
- Clinique Sparkle Skin Body Exfoliating Cream. This may sound like it’s paid but I can assure it is not. That shit literally makes your skin feel like a baby’s. I’ve never really experienced anything like it. I don’t know how this is a life hack either.
- Good responses to give when you can’t be bothered give an answer but feel like you have to?: “Oh yeap”, the thumbs up symbol or “lol”. Either of those will get you out of pretty much any conversation without looking like the uncaring asshole you are.
- An underrated lunch option is pretty much anything from the Essential Deli in Mt Eden Village. You can get a small salad for $11.50 and it looks small but empty it onto a plate, it’s bloody huge. The caesar rules if you are into lots of bacon and eggs in it.
- There is one place you should go to in the food court in smelly alley (what is the real name of that alley? Who knows?) behind The Rialto in Newmarket. I don’t even know the name but it’s in the back right hand corner if you’re facing away from the alley. There is one thing you should order: won ton noodle soup. Best won ton noodle soup in Auckland, I reckon. Also, like $8.50. Also, pretty sure that food court closes at like, 8:00pm. Also, there’s a juice bar in there and the juice is cheap (compared to most juice bars).
- Often it is cheaper to put in $1 a parking metre, and risk being ticketed (usually $15, if you’re half an hour over the time) than to pay for the actual amount of time you’re going to be parking for.
- Remember: it’s almost always cheaper online. Contact lenses, perfume, clothes, shoes. Go online.
A few months ago I went online to try and book a flight to New York. I didn’t really have any money or that much credit, but I had this whole idea about how I was going to go to New York Fashion Week so I had to see how much it was going to cost. Upon discovering a flight price tag of $2600 I came to the realisation that New York was just not going to happen.
Feeling low(e) (LOL) about my holiday dreams being crushed, I decided to have a look and see how much it would cost to fly to Fiji – sort of as a consolation prize. $460 return. Ridiculous! So cheap! I had enough airpoints to pay for the actual flight portion (taxes are separate in case you didn’t know) so I pulled the trigger on two, made Ben book the accommodation, and started saving to repay the debt I’d just created. A bunch of weeks later on Friday September 13th, I departed. I don’t know exactly why I’m posting this in public but here’s a tonne of weirdly personal photos of my week in tropical paradise:
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