things are about to get boring

i apologize. you might need to stay away if nostalgia offends you because i'm rediscovering some absolute gems.

when corgis attack.

memory

i've begun the somewhat daunting task of going through the past decade* or so of photographs. this is not purely for nostalgia's sake, no no, i'm hoping that in clearing up my digital memory i might regain at least a small portion of my cerebral memory. 

anyway, long hair!! i always forget just how crazy it was. i think i could get it back in a year or two, what do you say? (an aside - i miss that baby leica too).


* an exaggeration, naturally. i do have some from high school so there's a decent amount to get through.

speaking of nostalgia

i must say that i'm not surprised that ellie and i have actually always been this stylish.

(thanks for the photos mama)

youth

the post-birthday nostalgia begins. dave, josh and i in december of 2004.

leaving perth

hanging in the garden with sham. given the proximity of that stick, i'd probably just been trying to make her eat it. we have a special relationship like that.

best building.

how could i have driven by? i love you, wool stores. 

put on your red shoes

ha! i'm in cleo (australian) this month. a supremely old photograph of me wearing my two favourite designers; cardigan by elle johnston (menswear) and silk tee-shirt by laura geddes (graduate collection). congrats to emma from dropstitch too, she's probably the nicest person working in the perth fashion scene.

oh, if anyone can read what it says, i'm dying of curiousity over here.

animals in the wild

kookaburra (in our backyard)

sham, jungle cat (in the magnolias).

monty the python. only a baby and now missing, presumed dead.

and a very determined frog, one of a family living in mum and dad's bathroom down south. i had to catch him, twice. did i mention i want to grow up to be david attenborough? 

social

dinner with tess, harry, henry (shirt off, bien sur), and dave.

and michael too. (r.i.p).

an homage

goodbye, my love.

ellie and my wardrobes were built into the original house and left in when we renovated. as such, they had to be destroyed (by their creator, no less) in order to get them out of the house.

at least i don't have to worry about crocodiles in the tub anymore.

moving day

we have so much stuff.

poor maman, eating lunch in what was left of the kitchen.

down in nedlands

josh, dave and henry moved into a new place while i was away. it's heaps bigger than the last place (dave no longer shares a room) and henry has converted their garage into a moroccan den.

hookah, hat, and all (it's apple tobacco).

henry, justin and josh.

at last we meet

this is sar and my god-daughter, lulu. a very fat, very cute little kitty.

the longest post ever

shamiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!

young david at tiger.

young eleanor at zekka.

r.i.p daul kim (death has been a bit of a theme).

in typical perth fashion, the fun-looking thing in the centre of town is roped off.

yes!

ellie and i went along to the tafe graduate fashion show. we got pap'd.

the inimitable josh and dave.

a contentious pig.

ahh. perth.