- Why does nobody in New Zealand ever talk about Fashion Distraction? Why doesn’t anyone talk about her here? Or do they and I’m just not part of those conversations? She’s got a gigantic international following for god’s sake! She’s been featured in Teen Vogue! Why don’t I ever see her around?! I don’t really follow style blogs so much, but I’m the minority. Style blogs get huge traction and lots and lots of people love them so why is she flying under the radar here in New Zealand?!
- Who writes The Honest New Zealand Fashion Blog? Have you seen it yet? If not, check it out. It’s opinionated and honest and definitely a pretty good read for anyone who is interested in New Zealand fashion. The person behind it is obviously pretty passionate about the local industry. Being sort of involved with some of the people and publications they’ve blogged about, I’ve been very curious as to who writes it, and after doing a lot (well as much as one can do when reading a blog) of internet research today, I actually have my suspicions as to the author is but 1.) I want to see what they have to say and 2.) I’m not 100% sure (just about 80%) on their identity so I’m not going to publicly make any assumptions just yet. What do you think?
Archive for the 'Mysteries' Category
This may be a slightly morbid thing to blog about – and it’s definitely not fashion related, but whilst going through the process of having someone die and having to organise their things and their funeral, and basically tie up all the loose ends is obviously a sad and difficult thing to do, I have also found it incredibly interesting.
In the process of arranging my grandmother’s funeral, a few odd pieces of information have presented themselves. For example, it turns out my grandmother used to be a teacher. Who knew? Nobody. Nobody except for my grandfather who for some reason, declined to share that with anybody until yesterday. How weird is that? So weird. Also, it turns out it’s a chinese custom for pall-bearers to be financially compensated for carrying the casket. Seriously. Today I witnessed equal amounts of cash being placed into several white envelopes for this purpose. So odd. (Also, so lucky for those pall-bearers!) And in what may be the oddest thing to have come out of the woodwork: My grandmother’s birth date on her birth certificate is not exactly correct (I’m pretty sure there was some confusion between her and immigration when my grandparents moved to New Zealand) so nobody really knows what her actual birth date was. How odd is that?! So, so, so odd!
Whilst going through my grandmother’s possessions, someone found something belonging to me. It’s not exactly odd, but it did make me chuckle a bit so I made a video to show you it (above).
Do you remember that film Me and You and Everyone We Know? It came out, like, 5 years ago. Anyway, I was obsessed with that film. I remember watching it on DVD like five times and loving it. To this day I will still reference that scene where the little boy is talking about the poop going back and forth, back and forth (if you’ve seen it you’ll be laughing right now, if you haven’t, look it up!)
So back then, when I was at the peak of my obsession, I did a lot of online research about the film. When I did, I came across the website for the director, Miranda July, and, because I was obsessed with everything she did, immediately subscribed to her email list. That was years ago. I never received an email from her (or her PR people). Until a week ago. I thought it was spam – it was from ‘Lydia Glenn-Murray’ and entitled ‘Miranda July : The Future’. It read as follows:
Whilst trekking through agency websites on the hunt for the perfect male model (for an upcoming shoot), I came across this kid. I saw his face and I liked his look. I tried to find out more about him but my stalking skills are obviously lacking today. I couldn’t find anything. I don’t know where he’s from, how old he is, whether he’s done any work before, nothing.
What I do know, is that his name is Morgan Guiness (which I think is a great, great name and makes him awesome regardless of anything else), he’s 6’2″ and he’s a new face 62 models. He’s probably not right for what we’re doing, but I am very intrigued by his face. Very intrigued. I will keep an eye on him. What do you think?
I heard a rumour that this guy was floating around RAFW, and with no information as to what he looked like or if he really even was in Sydney, I went on a hunt to find him. Using some detective skills and an anonymous source, I finally found him lurking backstage at Friedrich Gray’s show earlier tonight:
Who is this incredible person, you ask?
Note – James, this was for you brother. (Oh, and that weird, confused expression I’m doing was also for you).
Today this Argentinian guy came into my work. We don’t really have a reception here so it can be kind of awkward for some people when they walk in the door, but he just strolled right in and stopped by my desk. He was carrying a cardboard box. He asked for my boss, he said he had a gift for him.
I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but my boss was out of the office today so I told him. He asked for the other boss. That boss was also out of the office. I told him that too. He asked for the third person in charge. He reached into the box and pulled out an apple. He gave it to the third in charge. Then he got out more apples and distributed them to my colleagues, before dropping one to me on his way out.
The apples had stickers on them:
“Meet me at www.theappleboy.com”