Friday, January 21, 2011

Male Muse: Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde is my hero. His life and aesthetics continues to fascinate me. He was the arbiter of culture, refinement and wit. He was quite the handsome package, being one of the famous examples of a dandy, sort of like a metrosexual, well before the 20th Century. (See my past post on dandyism, "The handy dandy, Dandy")
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."
"You can never be overdressed or overeducated."
"Women are made to be loved not understood."
"Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit."
"Youth is wasted on the young."
"To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable."
"Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping."

"No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist."
"I beg your pardon I didn't recognise you - I've changed a lot."
"If you don’t get everything you want, think of the things you don’t get that you don’t want.”

40 Confessions

  1. F3: Food, fashion, farts. Three things in this world that excites me.
  2. I love fashion because it is so flexible in accomodating my dreams and fantasies.
  3. Sometimes I wish I was a guy. This thought usualy crosses my mind when I walk into an amazing menswear shop, or see an incredible menswear collection.
  4. Inside me lives a classy 42 year-old woman named, Laura-Ashley Dupont, a dandy 24 year-old male, and a spoiled, gleeful 5 year old of a girl. At different times you see them manisfest. Just ask to be introduced.
  5. Also lives in me is Christ Jesus, who I hope will show through more and more, though the way I talk, think, see, and feel.
  6. I'm a bit of a man repeller. I love the sartorial fineries of clothes, which happen to repel men. I'm looking for someone who will look past what I wear. So bring on the the tie-die turban, poo-catcher pants, granny cardigans, power shoulders, nerd glasses, and shoes with 1000 buckles! There is a lot of things in my wardrobe that women adore and men abhor, perfect to me, yet incomprehensible to the average male specimen. 
  7. I seem to have no shame in publicly announcing my bowel movements (or lack thereofs), my monthly flows, my monster feeds, and its side effects (breathlessness, food coma, and underwear elastics digging into my skin).
  8. Men in ill-fitting suits really bother me with a passion. But a perfectly fitted suit is a breath of fresh air, and there is absolutely nothing gay about it. Think James Bond, or Tom Ford.
  9. I have an odd personal belief that take-away coffee, or thermal mug, makes a cool fashion statement, and holding one in your hand, strutting your way somewhere, is the finishing touch to a "I'm so hip/cool/popular/busy" look. Due to my clumsiness I have coffee stains in clothes that are expensive to dry-clean.
  10. I'd like to tape my thumbs to my hands to see what it feels like to be a dinasaur. Rah.
  11. One day, I want to sit next to a stranger on a park bench, on a peaceful, sunny afternoon and hear their life story-Forest Gump-style.
  12. I'm not attracted to men who play saxaphones. I'm repelled. There, I said it! Woo me instead, with your guitar or piano.
  13. Another way to my heart is through my stomach.
  14. I have a soft spot for well-dressed, long, lean, limbs, if you know what I mean.
  15. I'm a creepy bookworm that keeps a book in the kitchen, a book next to the bed, and another book in my the bathroom so I can read wherever I am in the house. Hence, I tend to simultaneously read them, and finish about three books in five days.
  16. I have French vocab 'post-it' notes all over my house. Parce que, j'adore apprendre le francais. Et toi?
  17. The 1940's is my favourite fashion era. I wish everyone still dressed that way. Polished, prim and pretty.
  18. I treat my teddy-bears especially well because I can imagine them come alive and talking to each other when I'm asleep, and having their picnic when I'm away. I've placed tea cup and tea pots on my bookshelf for this very reason.
  19. I will go to Switzerland just to devour their cheese and chocolate, and sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate in a cosy log cabin.
  20. I love awkward moments and pinching peoples’ butts in big crowds, and burping in their ears.I sometimes like to think that I’m on some reality tv show and 'interview' myself. Apparently that's been coined the Truman Syndrome.
  21. Sometimes when people tell me jokes or try to be really funny, I often do the pity laugh and hope they can’t tell it’s fake. This happens often.
  22. When my room is messy, I find stuff easier than when it is neat and tidy.
  23. When I am not smiling, I tend to look stern or lost. I have no control over that.
  24. For some reason I really enjoy talking about poo. I like asking people about their poo, I like poop jokes. I've even written songs and peoms about them.
  25. As much as I like poop jokes, I like fart jokes.
  26. You'd have no idea, but at home, I dress like a homeless woman. Don't expect me to answer the door.
  27. I think I'm allergic to drastic temperature changes. I develop red spots. I'm also allergic to alcohol. I think it's a blessing.
  28. I like going into my brother's room to jump on his bed. (Oh, never my bed. God no, not my sanctuary.) I'd jump until the springs would poke through the mattress, then I'd run and hide. Then'll I'd forget all about it. Only until he has to get a new mattres. 
  29. After I blow my nose I secretly look into the tissue. Sometimes flubber, sometimes egg whites. It's just interesting. Don't lie, you've done it too.
  30. I consider myself to have a bit of a Peter Pan complex.
  31. I bite.
  32. I am addicted to writing and making lists, I can't not do it for two days, because I start to crave in.
  33. I'd love to know what Demi did, when she flirted with Ashton Kutcher. Just curious.
  34. Love, goodness, faithfulness, kindness, gentleness, self-control, patience, joy, and peace. I aim for these to be one day be IN YA FACE.
  35. I sound real retarted in person. I don't speak the way I think/write/type. I think I'm just awkward and verbally expressing myself.
  36. My wise older brother once taught me, "an open mouth gathers many feet."
  37. My favourite weather is grey, cloudy, chilly days, with drizzles of rain. I love its sound and scent. And there's something about the way everything looks after the rain.
  38. I believe in life eternal after death. The life that I have now is too short. I want to do what I enjoy. 
  39. I'm an onion. Like Shrek, I have many layers. I don't look like a lot of things that I am, if you know what I mean.
  40. =/ is an awesome emoticon. I use it liberally.

Thursday, January 20, 2011


Dear Ryan Gosling look-alike,

Or was it really you Ryan? No, couldn't be. Nevertheless, I think I stopped breathing for a Guinness World Record-breaking fifteen minutes.

Dear William P. Young,
Your book, "The Shack" made me cry in the subway, during rush hour. When I tried to restrain myself, I ended up sort of silently sobbing. Not many books have done that to me.

Dear future husband,
I hope you enjoy coffee as much as I do. Today I went to three different cafes, one after another, just for the sake of testing out their barista and blend. Tell me I'm not mental. We could battle caffeine withdrawal symptoms together later, yay!

Dear below freezing temperatures,
You make my nose and cheeks embarassingly drunk-red, and my ears want to fall off. You definately make it hard to get out of bed in the mornings thanks to my ice-box bedroom. But stick around... you do make everything better.

Dear Psalms,
You have satisfied my soul.

Dear Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf,
You were the only franchise cafe that offered me true New York cheesecake in th city.  You don't know how hard I've searched far and wide, so kudos to you!

Dear God,
Thank you for helping me tick off one by one, the boxes in my mental list. You are too good.

Dear self,
Remember that you're not just surrounded by problems, but you are surrounded by divine favour.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

D&G Fall 2011 Menswear

Boy, was I excited when I saw the buzzy, fun D&G fall menswear collection, at Milan fashion week! It's times like this when I earnestly wish I was a guy! Many men tend to be afraid of colours, but I won't (if only I were a male). Nevertheless, as a gal, I could get away with some of the retro Coca-Cola sweaters, graphic tees, and high-top sneakers. These are just a handful of my favourite picks. "Enjoy, Coca-Cola"!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Modern Classics: Vogue Australia January 2011

J'adore all these looks. These are just simply chic, and the colour palette so tasteful, n'est ce pas? These are the pieces one should invest on. My oh, my, I want my hands on the tortoise-shell cat-eye sunglasses.
Photographer: Adrian Mesko
Model: Alys Hale
Stylist: Meg Gray

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

You're So Yesterday

You can change your life
You can change your clothes
If you change you're mind, well thats the way it goes
But I'm going to keep your jeans, and your old black hat
They look good on me, you're never gonna get it back
At least, not today

Thank you, you made my mind up for me
When you started to ignore me
Do you see a single tear?
It isn't gonna happen here

If you're over me, I'm already over you
If it's all been done, what is left to do
How can you hang up when the line is dead
If you wanna walk, I'm a step ahead
If you're moving on, I'm already gone
If the light is off, it isn't on
At least, not today
If it's over let it go and
Come tomorrow and it'll seem so yesterday,
I'm just a bird, already flown away
Laugh it off and let it go and
When you wake up it'll seem so yesterday,
Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay?

Hilary Duff

Friday, January 7, 2011

Friendly Books

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. 
 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What do you do when you dont have money, and in need of company? Books are the quietest, most constant of friends. They are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. Due to a recent disheartenment, I have been reading a lot of soul searching, and self-help books, as well as literatures that take me away from my surroundings and into another era, adventure, or a spiritual realm. Life-transforming ideas tend to come to me through books.

The Call - Rick Joyner
The Final Quest - Rick Joyner
French Women Don't Get Fat - Mireille Guiliano
Maximised Manhood - Edwin Louis Cole
Persepolis - Marjane Satrapi
Persuasion - Jane Austin


Dear Sydney,
I miss your sunshine rays, I miss your long days, I miss your North Shore, I miss mummy's cooking, I miss daddy's warmth, I miss jumping on my brother's bed, I miss taking up all the space of my double bed, I miss Lulu's purrs, I miss the Pan offsprings, I miss ordering my coffee with skim and soy options, I miss your friendly baristas, I miss your juicy $10 steaks, I miss your illuminated Opera House, I miss your trains, even though they don't come on time, just because I'm almost always garaunteed a seat, I miss not feeling like a sardine in a tin on public transport, I miss your simple and uncomplicate streets and numbering system, I miss the peace at night and only hearing the sound of dancing crickets, I miss not feeling like a giantess compared to the rest of the female population, I miss extremely good-looking boy, I miss having to poop whenever I want, I miss being nursed properly with comfort food and comforting words, I miss not being eyed pitifully for being single, and, and, and... old! I miss having more wardrobe options and the extensive range of underwear, I miss your humour and inside jokes, gosh, I even miss your unrefined accent.

Dear New York,
Is everybody in New York just gorgeous? Like is there a rule on the island where you're not allowed in unless you're a babe?

Dear beau garcon,
It's unbelievable how you can make me feel depressingly, old, ugly and fat. I think I'm too numb to feel pain at the moment. But I know, this feeling will wear off, and I will be able to say I'm honestly happy for you. In the meanwhile, I'll just be half way around the world from you.

Dear R.e.l
Don't risk tearing your beautiful eye out for me. If you do decide to, you'd still be the most beautiful cyclopse I know. You are totally right, woman. 2011 is a brand new year - I will work my butt off, and "become... AN AWESOME DESIGNER". I miss you too. Clearly.

Dear future husband,
I know you will restore my faith in the male species. Come quickly before I lose all respect for young men, and just become a scary feminist woman (though, I will still shave my armpits when it is ripe for harvest). I (more than) sometimes wonder and dream if our first meeting will be like the encounters of the two protagonists in The NotebookP.S I Love You, or more like Pride and Prejudice. I doubt it'll be like The Lakehouse, but a girl can always dream.
Dear self,
I'm glad after soul searching in Seoul (rhymes!) you have grasped the very secret and wisdom to prosperity and success, that many reject or don't know. Later on the years, people will see, and will want to know this secret. Be there to share it as a living example for those who don't know, and want to know. Let them see what they are missing out.

Dear God,
I really, really, really, really want a Mac Book Pro, and lasik eye surgery. But you know my financial circumstances.

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