A designer. A Model.

I've been so busy recently, but I always try to fit in one of my favourite programmes - Project Runway. Both model and designer that caught my attention were actually paired together. The designer being Logan Neitzel, and the reason that he caught my eye was not that he is quite easy on the eye, but because his style is quite out there as he works with black a lot and adds different shapes and textures to the materials. He really brings out the gothic side of me! He also has a blog, of which I am now addicted to - http://www.loganneitzel.com/blog/ full of pretty pictures and collections. The only disappointment is that he couldn't be creative when working with '50's dress' and made it look quite terrible. Not good. Here's some of his collection and a picture of him and his design:

The model he was with is fantastic - again she brings out the gothic a little bit - and her name is Kojii Helnwein. Anyone that knows me probably understands why I like her so much. She acts, models and sings which was quite surprising, I'd love to listen to her songs! She has a blog also, http://kojiihelnwein.wordpress.com which is full of interesting facts, links to her photographs and news. I would love to meet her. :) I think I'll just let the photographs speak for themselves!

New Sunglasses!

LOVE THEM

I REALLY want a underwater camera, or some sort of equipment that allows you to take photos underwater!

Why? Oh why?

Normally around this time of the year I start panicing. Not just because of the exams and revision, but because of my weight. No matter what size I am, how much I've lost or how much I don't care, I somehow always full in the trap. But this year I was doing so well! So well that I honestly didn't care, when I was reading magazines about weight problems I skipped the page and carried on (something that would normally grab my silly self). Untill yesterday. Supersize vs. Superskinny :| Damn that programme. I normally wouldn't watch it because how EVERYTHING in that show has been manipulated to see people in their horrors and even yourself - not a good outlook at all - but I was in the middle of photography work and really didn't have time to worry what was on television. So I left it on. Thinking that I'd be able to forget about it in the background. BUT no. There I was slowly becoming conscious of all my bad things, even making me angry about the superskinny because she was acting like pasta was a huge hairy spider with a needle just waiting to take her blood. Silly woman. The hatred for this show has just shot up again.

However, I'm going to try to forget about this silly hour of my life and try to celebrate the good things about me, I was far too positive the other night to let an hour destroy all self-esteem I had finally got.

Therefore, this is also to anyone reading this, now thinking about their annoying parts and bits, because things like this just instantly make you think of things you'd put to the back of your mind. Firstly; I am sorry! Secondly; everyone person has good - great even - points. You make the people around you laugh and smile, you have conquered so much in your past - won awards, stood on a stage, passed exams, you've helped someone, you've been congratulated. That was all you. Because life isn't all about weights or how you look, the personality shines much brighter. However chiche this sounds; it's still true. It's so easy to forget about those points because media shines bright images of what 'perfect' is. What false is. It's easy to forget what's good and focus on the bad; but just for once, look at yourself, look at your good points, be optimistic. Never say never.

The best invention ever.

That's right; TeddyBears! I have a million in my room so it's pretty easy to guess I love 'em. i think everyone has a soft spot for the cuddly people, not matter how macho you try to be, everyone has a childhood favourite. I salute you Morris Michtom!

These three boys are my new favourite band. They are originally for Germany but there are points where I swear it's Elvis Presley singing. The best part of them is that they cover songs like 'love in this club' and 'pokerface' but add a 50's twist. The song I'm most addicted to is 'hot n cold' because of the immense backing vocals - 'swodupshdup' and 'doo-wops' added really well. There's been lots of controversial reviews and approaches to what they do (Usher reviewing saying "his great-grandmother would love it") but I think for all the big band fans out there, this is amazing. It's made me want to listen to songs I would normally turn over straight away! I heart them lots. Plus, in Netherlands and Germany Pokerface is number one, must be doing something right.

Visit their site: http://www.thebaseballs.com

or Take a listen:

Malice in Derblyland

I attended London Rockin Rollers vs. Rain City from Manchester yesterday evening with my three close friends; a bout that will always be an inspiration to me. The atmosphere and community was near enough perfect, knowing no one else going, we were quite excited but anxious (or maybe it was just me?) but I found myself glowing with confidence the moment we stepped into the perfect location for a bout! I chatted with a few photographers and merch people, quite overwhelmed by the friendliness they had.

The game was intense. Everyone got involved - though we were standing next to some Manchester team members so it was quite hard to get fully into it - for me anyways. There was lots of shouting, punches in the air and cheering. The most amazing part was actually when someone fell - and this isn't to sound mean - when someone falls badly, everyone kneels in respect to the person, once they get up, so does everyone else, immense. Luckily all that went down got up again but there was a team member with a broken arm at the side that was cheered by everyone - bringing the brutal reality of the sport back. Still - it wouldn't stop me!

At half time, London were winning but everyone knew this game could change at any moment. As previously seen a jammer could get 15 points in one 2 minute game overtaking the other team clearly. There was a band that played, but us girls needed to go to the ladies. The reason why I mention this is because of the surrealism of even this. Posters hang on the corridor walls reading 'Please let rollergirls go first, we need them back!' and the roller girls come flying down the hallways, weaving in and out of people. I was both jealous and inspired; a dream I had previously already had grew 100% more just in that moment! The girls that walked past me, standing in the corridors - that were everywhere, were dressed in their vintage finery and accessories, it was like heaven! The world I had dreamed off was actually real! Pin curls and pageboy haircuts were the popular hairstyles here. My vintage's shoulder padded dress was seen as the norm - not stared at. It was brilliant!

The second half started, the game was even more intense, but the LRR won the game with a clear lead! 105 - 88. Their theme tune was played and everyone cheered! Then everyone watching came into the middle and the team - high-fived everyone in a circle. An awesome way to end. Soon after it was finished, my best friend and I ran off to someone we'd previously spoken to, to ask about all the details. A quick five-minute chat gave us a lot of clear information, and were off next week to start training with them! It seems a good time to make a dream a reality- finally. It's quite weird how I've only told a couple of people in my life about all this- trying to make sure not many people find out, but I'm ok with telling the blog about all the new experiences. I think I'm just too happy about it all right now!

(London Rockin' Rollers and Rainy City)

The photo says it all.