Internet-ing

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During any spare moment, I either devour a magazine or internet. Like the word Google, internet-ing is now, well, for me, an adjective (I wonder if Anna Wintour would approve of my latest Urban Dictionary inspired term?). Well, while internet-ing this week, losing myself in links and pages extending from my go-to websites and blogs (like, Refinery29, Cut, Vulture, Pedestrian, The New York Times, The Guardian and The Sydney Morning Herald) I came across some facts I couldn't deter from mentioning on my blog.


1. Anna Wintour dislikes adjectives (!?)

2. Lady Gaga chews up record sales, as well as Letterman's notes


3. Zooey Deschanel has launched a new women-friendly website

Admittedly, fossicking the World Wide Web for stories ideas or inspiration calms me more than having a few hours free to paint my fingernails - which is a rarity, in itself! Geeky? Yes. Necessary? Completely.

THIS MODERN GLITCH

Image sourced from www.getmusic.com.au (where you may also read the album's review - hint, hint.)

WHEN I FIRST MET YOUR MA

Truly worth a listen.

THE WOMBATS (!!!)

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When I started reviewing music for Universal Music Australia (thanks to an UH-MAY-ZING friend of mine - you know who you are!), the first thing I did was jump on Google and search the release date of The Wombat's new album This Modern Glitch, in the hope of having the opportunity to be able to rattle off how much I L.O.V.E their music.

Well, it is my frickin' lucky day; my deadline for the review of this CD is this Friday. I can honestly say that a sick-day, infused with way too many nose-wiping moments and doses of flu-kicking meds, is made all the more better with good news and awesome tunes.

LC's Beauty Department

Image sourced from The Beauty Deprartment, via Refinery 29 and The Cut.

Whether it be watching repeats of The Hills or picking up the March issue of CLEO – did you know CLEO was the first Australian magazine to have LC as a cover girl? – I have enviously attempted to fault LC, coming up empty handed; she is just so frickin’ gorgeous! My jealousy focuses in on not only her Teen Vogue internship, but also extends as far as her perfect tresses – straight or curled –, her cat’s eye eye-liner technique, and her regular wear of black nail polish.

For those who share my beauty grudge against LC, unable to mimic her style without a little assistance, introducing The Beauty Department: the collaboration of Conrad and her makeup and hair stylists, offering their tips and tutorials to the World Wide Web on their new website, launching yesterday.

Image sourced from The Beauty Department.

As the old, cliché saying goes: ‘if you can't be her, join her.’ We’ll all be reality television material soon enough – and I’m talking The Hills, not Jersey Shore.

P is for Portman

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Yeah, we all know Natalie Portman is kind of a big deal in Hollywood, correct? What with her Best Actress Award at the 83rd Academy Awards earlier this year for her role in Black Swan – and not to mention her unforgettable performances in my personal favourites, Garden State and Closer, Portman is, for lack of a better or more original phrase (it’s been a long week), kicking the Hollywood movie scene’s proverbial ass. Australia, too, recognises her world-wide success with both InStyle Australia (yay, Chloe!) and madison magazines, featuring the star on the cover of each of their May issues.

Although, it wasn’t the accolades or her flawless face plastering newsstands which caught my complete attention; yesterday I discovered Natalie Portman is a rapper. OK, so I am a little late in picking up on this bizarre fact. In 2008, getting ghetto-fab and armed with a trash mouth giving Andy Samberg’s genitals reason to be scared of her, Portman performed ‘Natalie’s Rap’ on Saturday Night Live. Drinking, excreting, fornicating – all defined using enough profanities to carry a successful conversation between two drunk sailors – Portman, within the rap, is (rightfully) described as a ‘bad-ass bitch’ – and despite how crass I am making this song out to be, it is absolutely hilarious. A+ for Portman.

Feeling creepy

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OK, so probably not the most alluring title for a blog post, however, I just couldn’t describe my current state of obsession with a pair of Faster Pussycat’s in any other way. I saw a pair of creepers in a Vogue Australia shoot last year, fell in love, attempted to purchase a leopard print set, but my dollar-dry wallet had other plans: pay overdue car loan repayments, fill up car with petrol to turn that annoying orange light off, and pay back my brother the thirty-dollars I borrowed from him, possibly, the year before last.

My love for creepers has been inconveniently reignited, again thanks to Faster Pussycat, with their unisex shoes being showcased in an array of newspaper and magazine style sections and online websites like Elle.com. I think this calls for a sturdy piggybank which can only be pried open for creeper-related purposes only. And I’m not just talking about the shoes.