100 Years of Fashion: Fast Forwarded

A little something I found a while ago (sheez, I just realised I have a huge backlog of cool stuff to share)...

Loved the 60s, and the hippie flower girl dress had me giggling like an insane person.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - Hard-back-ing a Paperback

I came across this adorable website a while ago, just before the thesis rush period. The idea of renovating old paperbacks into pretty fabric-encased hardback was immediately appealing in every aspect; but for limited time and resources I had to postpone this marvelous project and set my nose to the grindstone.

Once I'd handed in the 12,000 word monstrosity on neurocognitive behaviour in attentional inhibition, there really was no more excuse to put this off. That and a good friend's birthday provided a perfect opportunity to indulge myself in all the cutting, embroidering, gluing and stamping I have yearned for in the past fourteen months.

It's not perfect, as I have very limited experience in bookbinding and the like, but I had tremendous fun working on this project. Five star reccomendation for anyone who has a bit of spare time on weekends!

The Blogspot Dictionary of Jovie Entry #1: Shakebab

Language is a constantly evolving and developing construct. Old words become obsolete as tools, techniques and ideologies fall out of fashion, and new words come into being as technology and human knowledge advances.

This phenomenon is apparently also emergent within peer interactions. As a close friend and I have observed, we have already forged some new words that outsiders would doubtlessly find difficult to decipher, and perhaps in some cases downright amusing. However, it will only do good for us to record these processes now, either for the purpose of our future remeniscence, your entertainment, or something bigger than both of those that underlies the growth of human Germanic Anglo-Saxon language.

Shakebab [Shaa-kee-baab]

[n.] A mutant portmanteau of "Shakespeare" and "kebab". First used in conversation set in a world where Justin Bieber is cast as Romeo and Rebecca Black as Juliet, which would cause Shakespeare to turn in his grave at a constant speed throughout the entire season, not entirely unlike one well-known Middle Eastern cuisine.

Initially only applied to events and situations pertaining to the Bard, this term may now be used across contexts that would cause unrest with any of the dearly departed. Alas, poor Yorick.

Image from http://wiki.punahou.edu/groups/learninglogs8zenglish/weblog/76c32/March_Through_Visuals.html

Small Distances

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am currently bound by chain to this city for another four months at least. Hence my adventures will be limited to those geographically possible, that is, within a few kilometres of the Brisbane CBD.

That is not to say life is dull and monotonous, however; once you find your tastes and know how to feed them, it's easy to enjoy yourself. Brisbane is no great metropolitan, unlike my hometown, but it is a confident and bustling place filled with individualistic little nooks and crannies, and places that charm you with its nostalgia and blatant disregard for kistch. This sunny (and occasionally tempestuous) city has grown much over the years, and I admit that I have become rather fond of it despite its shortcomings, which I will not talk about. Brisbane has nourished my personality for a total of six years, after all.



This is a blog about those places. You can expect to see photos, reviews and maybe drawings of ambient cafes, restaurants, shops, markets, buildings, fashion, "knick-knacks" (as my old British housemistress used to call them), stationery and food. You cannot expect, on the other hand, constant updates or tolerance towards words of bad taste.

That's it for tonight. I hope to return soon with something I can actually share.

Pip-pip, tally-ho.