Yoke Magazine

I've started a magazine titled 'Yoke Magazine'. It's due release date will be around late August to early September.
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(Current draft extracts from the magazine)

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Random

Sorry, I've just been doing exams and plaiting hair.

5 things that I would happily burn and dance around in a ceremonial/tribal form.

Since recently joining the Facebook group "Australia says no to denim tights", I have been inspired to pursue a blog-like form of things that Australia (and the rest of the world alike) should consider taking a stand upon and saying no to, while slapping it beastly in the face in spite of it's ridiculousness. For too long have we, as fashion citizens, have acknowledged the following as being morally, socially and psychically incorrect. It's time we take a stand. Beauty is pain.

1) So to begin, denim tights. The term denim, (rugged cotton) falsely suggests that these (presumably Lycra or nylon?) tights are 'denim'. This is false, because they are not. Nor do they even mildly resemble denim. Not only do they look disgusting, but they also open a whole wall of controversy. Who on earth would wish for others to see their underwear under these denim tights? Yes, it's true. The tights are infact so shear, that inevitably, I have witnessed with my own eyes, a whole array of underwear lining between a persons skin and these tights. Not cute. Wear a G or find some real jeans.

2) Perhaps these don't appeal to my audience, or others within our age range. Though common sense suggests you should tell your folks that they shouldn't be wearing these in public, nor at home. Crocs are surprisingly a multi-billion dollar business (Courtesy of watching Oprah Winfrey, daytime TV) and I really don't understand why. Comfort? Open holes to allow air to reach your toes? Convenience? It makes me laugh and cry (simultaneously) to see mothers and children wearing these out together. They're bulky, make me cringe and I hope they die.

3) I took a trip to Queensland earlier in the year, during the Summer. I thought that Hawaiian t-shirts were the no-go-zone of the 21st century, but apparently not. I was quite surprised at how many semi-bald middle aged men seemed to walk around with their sandals and socks, sunscreen applied on thick accompanied by their cargo/camel three quarter shorts. And it made me laugh; laugh so much that I indeed cried from the intense internal pain my eyes did not cease to draw away from. And that's the story of why I hate Hawaiian t-shirts (more or less, Summer).

4) Fluro. I've never liked it; it just makes me laugh. I think it's impossible to express its ways and how unnecessary the colors are to society. Somehow, it opened a whole array of sub-culture in Australia who hooned around in fluro and teased their hair whilst listening to dance music. The concept of a color beyond anything natural kind of repulses me. Now I want to go and throw up some fluro colored vomit.

5) What items do you hate? I've run out.

Sunday Serpent

I'm not usually an angry person, except for right now:
1) I hate nothing more than social climbers
2) I've grown a really bad temper and I scream alot
3) I find it harder to make myself cry, but easier to cry at an insignificant somethings/someones.

It's actually Saturday, but it will be Sunday tomorrow- hopefully. I plan on going shopping and spending all my birthday money on nice winter clothes and magazines. I need to chill.

Mia Wallace

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I hate being so distant from poor quietmilk. I hate neglecting her, she's my baby, but I'm just busy with exams and studying and assignments and school and acting and everything else. However, it was my birthday yesterday. I had a nice party with close friends, followed by a party with family, accompanied by hot pink balloons and nice cake.





Thank you to all my nice readers for being so patient and sending me cute "Where are you?" e-mails. Oh, and also, these photographs were taken by my nice cousin Nicholas and you'll find more here and here.

In color and motion

From recent collaborations with Sportsgirl and artist Kat Del Barton, to the walks of L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion festival, Romance was born have blazed a colourful trail of confidence and flamboyance through the fashion industry, giving it a much needed punch in the face (or two).

These days it seems as though every man and his dog lays claim to a new and conventional fashion label, unique to anything seen before. It seems as though each one is beginning to somehow resonate another. Thankfully, once in a while a new and innovative team of loony fellows sticks their head out from the garbage and hogwash and demands attention with an exclusive design collective, disparate from anything the fashion industry has ever seen.

Through the idealistic minds of its founders, Anna Plunkett and Luke Sales, Romance Was Born have become quite the dynamic duo, supplying us seasonally with its crafty, whimsical construction and fine tailoring, delivering to us a world of its own full of ambience and life.

Without forgetting their signature tassels, geometric kaleidoscope prints, tie-dye, neverending ruffles and pom poms (as well as a bucket load of frivolous, seizure inducing color), Romance Was Born recently collaborated with Sportsgirl in raising money for The Butterly Foundation. The 12-peice set, titled ‘Clownin’ Around’ certainly justified the garments, with inspiration towards the collection deriving from “all things circus and folk”. More recently though, I witnessed the latest collection at L’Oreal Melbourne fashion week. All of this and more is why I’m so proud to announce Romance Was Born as an epic Australian label.

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Lately my greatest blogging indulgences have been foreign blogs (particularly those from Norway). I can't understand the words or even grasp a sense of whatever they're trying to get across, but they always seem to have the most exciting, pretty pictures of parties/nice clothes/pretty girls and boys/photography. A few of my favorites are:

www.rodeo.net/signe/

www.thenewkid.se/blog

www.arvidabystrom.blogspot.com/

www.satan666.blogg.se/

Alot of the people following me have such great blogs and I'm so happy to have such talented people following my quite amateur blog. I would try and comment every single one of you, but I just wanted to let you all know that I do check you all out, even though I don't comment very often!

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I came across this really clever magazine a few days ago. Its name is Artichoke- and to all, I highly suggest you take a read. Deep within lies a colorful series of alluring articles about (mostly, but not totally subjected to) architecture and design. It's worth your time.

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It's my sixteenth in a few weeks time and I'm completely stuck on what I should do for the occasion. Big party, small party, no party, lots of people, VIP, balloons, cafe, home? I've had 16 years to plan this and I've failed.

It's a fishy little word.

I really liked the outcome of my fish-eye experiment. The magicalness of this photograph in particular allures me. However, despite my happiness with the trial, the fish-eye novelty has worn off.

Things that piss me off

People who brag about things that should not be bragged about: "Oh, I got sooo wasted on the weekend", "I just failed my maths test, [laughs], I don't care, though". If you'd like to brag about things that are really not worth bragging about and/or make you look like an idiot, make sure it's not within a 10 metre radius of me or I'll drop kick you to the floor with my 180 degree flip-kick. I've been working on it. Yeah boy.

The Bold and The Beautiful: My mum loves it and I don't understand why. It's the most choreographed, fake soapie to have graced the screens of millions of viewers worldwide. With it's bad acting and dramatic scenes of hour-long-eye-gazes and on going affairs, I officially hate it more than having to listen to Dave Hughes on the radio. (Yes, Dave Hughes also immensely pisses me off)

Pigeons: They're just shit.

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I'm (oh, so) glad the holidays have arrived and that the year is finally beginning to show some progress. The past 8 weeks have been fairly wonderful- I've met a whole bunch of new and exciting people (and gotten rid of a few horrible ones), studied hard and worked for fabulous marks in school (and achieved them) and been to some new and exciting places. These holidays will consist of attending a few parties, venturing, completing homework and perhaps blogging some love more often. Take care boys and girls.

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Saturday, I learnt many things.

1) It was the day I decided that I do not like little kids and that having children of my own may even be equivalent to committing a crime.

2) People who own massive fish tanks with exotic, colorful fish and heated tank-water mustn't have much else to spend their money on (ie. nice clothes, hot beverages and magazines). Despite this, the fish look nice in photos.

3) Eating excessive amounts of food for consecutive amounts of time isn't the best feeling.

Sunday, I learnt nothing- However, I did go to the Camberwell markets in the wee hours of the morning where we stumbled upon this (pointless) metal ball for $8 that induced some temporary fun.

The end.
Happy Monday everyone.

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The title says it all.