The Sartorialist

This is the most wonderful blog I have read of late..

The photography is wonderful- excellent quality and so simple, yet it catches the subject/s in a perfect pose of naturalisim.

I would love to do this as a job. What a fabulous way of dabbling in self discovery. Your mental horizons would be continulally expanding and just imagine how much of the 'real' world you would see...!!!!

I really would love a new camera to take away with me, and the quality of these photos makes me mega jelous and wanting!

I sit here and compose this as I journey back home from home....

Theme tune- Mark Ronson feat Lily Allen 'Oh My God'.
In 4 months time this will become a contradiction, but...
Its nice to be home from time to time. I love the city, but its nice to escape the hustle and dirttiness and the australian suburban dream to go back home, where on arrival I have a feeling of simplicity. Its the train ride most I like, I think. I like how going home is a scenic journey. As the little train that could climbs up the tracks, if you look out the window there is an almost breathtaking view of macedon and not a soul outside the moving train- only paddocks and the occasional roaming animal. Bahhh....
However, going back home, back to the city is nice for a while, until the scenic comfort morphs into established suburban developments- a technological realisation that is a full ladder of reception that makes me look up from my ipod/book/magazine to this horrible could-be ghost town. That is, until the train is a few stops from terminus, and I become thankful for having the best of both worlds. Only just, though.
So I am really looking forward to the period where I am at home-home before europe, and when I return as well. I look forward to spending a few well deserved 'nothing' days where I can sit in a pile of beads and fabric remnants and do all the things I said I would long ago... When im in a fustrated rut (which I will predict could be immediate), I will look back on this note...

Dinky dike!

"Being Australian is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for A Belgian beer, then on the way home, grabbing an Indian curry or A Turkish kebab, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV"

Furthermore;

"Ooh, tell me do you still believe?
Ooh, everything that you read?

Till we learn to get together,
And see who we really are,
Aint nothing gonna change,
Aint nothing gonna change

"Some people do it all for the money,
Some do it all for the love, yeah,
Some do it all for the glory,
'Cause there's nothing else they're thinking of.."

stuffs.

I really like how stuffs can make you feel things.
Particulary music and art and film.
I really like how even something so not intentionally think-worthy, like a really corny, cliched american movie, can teach you lesson, or a theory, or a phrase.
I especailly like it when you can relate the new found learning to circumstances or situations that are happening around you.

'If you can't even respect yourself, then how can you expect others to respect you as well?'

know your stuffs.