Sunday, March 31, 2013

Wear 90: A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime

I have a blog stewing but I keep moving it forward a day because things come up. It is about two friends starting their blogs and me sharing what I know with them. Yes, yes, that could take stretching to fill a sentence, but I can get wordy when need be, so it has been sidelined again for a discussion about sugar. Sugar. Ah. You seemed like a friend. You made me happy. We could chat on the couch for hours. You stroked my hair and held me, whispered lovely things to me, when I was sad. You celebrated special occasions with me. But when I needed some space, when I asked you to give me this room to lose these kilos so I didn't have to give money to people I don't like, you turned. And what a nasty, conniving, vindictive, two-faced biach you showed yourself to be! You gave me a migraine. I am convinced of that now. And, today! Yes. That was your piece-de-resistance. From rage to catatonic to anger to depression to crying to wanting to go to sleep and never wake up. These are the things you made me feel today. As I lay on that self-same couch where we used to be friends and tried to stop my brain thinking by watching Horatio, I decided to do a bit of a background check on you. People told me you are not that different to heroin or alcohol. They warned me to stay away. And, if that was too late, they told me the break up is not going to be easy. But I have read enough Pinterest pins to know that if you treat me bad, you're not getting taken back! So do your darndest sugar. Make me feel like the lowest person on the planet. In a few weeks time I will get to the other side and you will be nothing. Nothing I tell ya!

Irene               List_Addict

V—— must be the most patient man on earth. He drove with me to Fairhaven Beach and back and then watched Elemental with me as I travelled that gamut of emotions. And he didn't leave until the bit where I was begging and nearly pulling my hair out because I just wanted to be alone, lie down and die. The roller coaster did have ups. We played with Lolli on the fourteen centimeters of sand the extremly high tide lent us of the beach. She has this new habit of rolling around when she is tired of running after things, so she had to climb into the dunes to do it. One time she forgot and ended up wave-washed. We took her out with us for late lunch/extremely early dinner at the Airley Pub and she didn't vomit. Yay! The trip to Spotlight for fabulously soft wools was also a great highlight. Until I got hungry. Poor man.


The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped, worn before here and here
Tights and socks: retail: Op-shopped
Shoes: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Day 89: A bride without a head: A wolf without a foot

A migrain had me in bed, missing work, until four in the afternoon, with the blessed side affect of finding me awake for late-night television. Moonstruck is on. I haven't watched it for years. It was always one of my favourites. On so many levels. Now you can add vintage eighties fashion as another. From Moonstruck I got Dean Martin, as Harolf and Maude gave me Cat Stevens. From Moonstruck, my love for Cher and Nicholas Cage (although his aging process, not gracefully taken, has made the edges of that love rough). Those red sequined shoes, that huge buttery moon that brings woman to man, the twin towers still in the skyline. What fabulous characters; what fabulous lines. 'I ain't no monument to justice! I lost my hand, I lost my bride. Johnny has his hand, Johnny has his bride. You want me to take my heartache, put it away and forget?' (Drama queen). And: 'Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice—it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect, the stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and to love the wrong people and die. The story books are bullshit. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed!' And in the end, when everything is upside down and as near perfect as you could hope, and the grandfather is crying, Cosmo asks 'What's up Pop?', and he says 'I'm so confused.' It is such an odd movie. Do yourself a favour, watch it again, for the lines, for the family, for the love, and definitely for the huge shoulder silhouettes and the huge hair!

List_Addict               Irene

Had to sew my pink flower back onto one of those shoes today for the shoot. It reminds me I love sewing, except in some circumstances when I dislike it intensly (no logic). And I prefer hand-sewing. These two dresses, here and here, are handsewn. There is something exciting about doing a whole project by hand. I wish I could do more of it. Also started knitting a little more again—in the attempt to get this blog and its associated projects finished. Mmmm. How on earth can I get myself more time in ways that don't involve becoming more organised (makes me feel trapped). I really should play lotto. Then I could win it. And that may solve the problem somewhat. As long as I can take my knitting away with me, as I will probably be travelling a lot. New solution, new dilemma.


The Outfit
Dress: Metallicus, retail, worn before
Top: River Island, retail
Jacket: Op-shopped, Laura Ashley
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Lady Passion'


Photographer de Jour: B——


Who wore it better?

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Friday, March 29, 2013

Wear 88: Faulted; Begin Again Tomorrow

COM250: HOA - 78901 - 1440 mins*



List_Addict               Irene

* This is work code, for those who don't know, for holding this job for the designated amount of time under the authority of the member whose number you see there (not real). It means I do not have to action this until 1440 mins from now. Just don't have the available manpower to do the job at this point in time.

The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Jeans: Target
Belt: From a pair of Target shorts
Boots: Sportsgirl


Photographer de Jour: Me


Who wore it better?

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Wear 87: There Are Things To Say

The surname Proctor always makes me inwardly giggly. It seems naughty.

Are we going to be trying Arrow and The Following? When I say we I mean Aussie we's as I'm guessing the latter doesn't become 'America's number one drama' if no one has seen it yet. I love Kevin. I may have been inappropriate about Kevin in a cinema in my teens. Only inappropriate in accordance to cinema protocol that is.

Today was 'bad day'. The day I get to eat anything I want. It is intended as a moment of food sanity in the otherwise intense attempt to lose twenty-five kilos. Although, within that sentence lies a little of my issue. What I need to do is key into the reason why I find sweet yumminesses so comforting. Because until then I will want them. And that is no help to me. What holds me back from making that exploration? Just the disconcerting nature of the truth probably.

Irene               List_Addict

The warm weather has apparently left us for this part of the year. I will believe that when I start complaining about the cold. At this point it allows me a larger range of clothing options. And tights. Today there was a rainbow. It was my inspiration. I'm sharing some of the shots in which, you may say, I am not taking this whole fashion shoot thing entirely seriously. Although I am sure I have seen the bottom left pose in Vogue or Harpers.


Back to the '25 F(or) 25', my diet aspiration explained here. I wanted to share with you the chosen places where my money will go if the goal is not met. So far there is only one person in the running for the word of their choice in knit, but I am still looking for two more suggestions as the list is not full. They suggested the following: S—— Destructions. They are the construction company building the vile house next door to us. Not wanting to be sued, or picked on, I have obscured their name a little, although the de-construction of the second part of their name is the creative genuis of B—— (also the one who nominated them). Also on the list is the Collingwood Football Club (it is un-Victorian to not feel strongly one way or the other about this team—I go other), and a puppy farm (this is the thing I have to think about every time I pick up a biscuit—it would kill me to have to hand over five hundred dollars to these monsters). Please let me know who you think is a totally unworthy recipient of five-hundred hard earned bucks to help me get to to my goal weight. I'll love you forever. And make you a work on knitting and wire. Who doesn't want that?

Mondays will be check-in/accountable day. If you are trying to achieve a goal I would love to hear about it every monday too. And I have chosen seven articles of clothing that I am hoping to be able to fit comfortably into in four weeks time—22nd April. A shirt, a top, a singlet, a t-shirt, a pair of cargos, a pair of skinny jeans and a box-pleat denim skirt. Currently they are all a little tight or pull-y here or there. They should be an easy start. I will start wearing then on the 22nd for the next seven shoots. If they don't fit by then, I will feel horrid and deserve it. If they do, I will be making some progress. No more nice-guy. I am doing to myself whatever I have to do, no tactic too dirty, no criticism too mean, to get to my goal. Eek! Am I a hard-arse? I am. I am a hard-arse, aren't I? Yay!


The Outfit
Jumper: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped, Ojay
Scarf: One thousand years old, no exaggeration, okay, a little
Necklace and Earrings: To bring on the other colours of the rainbow, cheap and cheerful junk jewellery stores somewhere
Shoes: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: B——


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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Wear 86: This Is A Serious Question

At what number do 'shoes' become 'too many pairs of shoes'? Does such a number exist? If I were to say to you that, including such practical (and irrelevant because ugly) things as sneakers, hiking boots, slippers, gumboots, climbing shoes and flip-flops, I have sixty-one pairs of shoes, which side of the number would you place me? I only ask because I have been on this shoe-do methadone program in which I manage my shoe addiction with regulated and controlled buys, rather than allowing myself to rampantly shop for shoes at whim—a storage nightmare—and my six-monthly dose is due. I am just wondering if you think that maybe it was time I cut loose from the placebo drugs and tried to make it cold turkey on my own in the world of 'occasional shoe purchases'. Am I ready? Is this the year, with this project in full-swing, to make such a bold move? And moving on from silly questions, how does the sound of six more pairs strike you? Excessive? Just about right? Conservative?

List_Addict               Irene

These are the ones that, by a long, harrowing, time-consuming process I have narrowed down to the absolute essential finalists. Clockwise from top left, here are their names: Silver Sunset; French Villa; Calm Breeze, Alaska, Chocolate Banana Smoothie, and, Bloxy. Now, I am happy to take suggestions and feedback that could possibly help me to narrow this field even further. I cannot guarantee I will pay the least bit of attention though. I mean, Silver Sunset, Alaska and French Villa are flats (technically, just a couple of them are on higher flat ground) and I need a couple of pairs of sensible shoes. And yes, Alaska and French Villa seem to be very similar but they are quite different colours and textures and their decoration differs vastly. There are lots of t-bars, but they suit me. And lots of flowers, but they differ—some have grapes with flowers, some have frogs with flowers, some have flying pigs on hearts with flowers, some are just flowers. I think I can challenge any argument. Help me! Or just encourage me. Either appreciated.


Another plug! B—— got another piece of ceramic artwork into the Toyota Community Spirit Gallery's Time and Tide exhibition for emerging artists. It is one of my favourite pieces. She and forty-nine other emerging artists have been chosen to exhibit and sell their works in the rather funky Toyota building on Bertie Street in Port Melbourne (just up from the post office, the Bunnings and the bikie headquarters—have to love Port Melbourne's diverse culture!) Dominant themes of the chosen artists included water as a connecting element and living and surviving in the twenty-first century. It is open to the public monday to friday, nine-to-five. Go and have a look. You can also buy a car if you want. It's fun to be in buildings, idly looking at art while everyone else is working.


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped (peplum—so en trend!)
Skirt: Ball gown purchased for a ball, co-incidently, but much more fun as everyday wear, worn before
Bracelets: Op-shopped and Retail shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Patty'


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Day 85: Short, Succinct and To The Point

I am grateful for my photographers. It takes time out of their everydays to help me with this mad project. In the words of my sister, which she uses so often that her phone can now guess the phrase after three letters (Pavlov's iPhone), bloody love you!!!!!

Irene               List_Addict

Would you mind awfully if I stopped there and went to bed? Aw. You guys are the best. Bloody love you too!

P.S: Happy Birthday to the best friend, travelling companion, shoulder-to-cry-on, co-gossiper, photographer, giggle-buddy, all-round-wunder-kind in the world!


The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped, worn before (eek, the absolute original days are drying up, shoes excepted)
Shirt: Op-shopped, also worn before (eek, eek)
Necklace: A costume jewellery store
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: B——


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Monday, March 25, 2013

Wear 84: Not A Blatant Plug, Just Seems Like It

If you are in Melbourne, and seeing as it is the weekend ... Oh, wait. It's not, it's just my weekend which mostly doesn't co-incide with what is 'traditionally' considered a weekend, so seeing as it is a day, I am sure you are looking for something special to do. I can make a suggestion if you like? But it turns out you will have to wait for the 'real' weekend to do it. I am just getting your planning in early. This weekend, forget the whole Easter thing and head out to Herring Island, that little island in the middle of the Yarra River just at the end of Williams Road in Toorak (you didn't know it was there, did you?). You can catch a punt from there. Ceramics Victoria is hosting their Haven exhibition at the moment as part of the Herring Island Summer Arts Festival. Beautiful pieces of exquisitely worked clay abound. And if you go this weekend you also have their 'pop-up' shop, P.U.S.H., happening, where you can purchase and take home other works of the exhibiting artists for your very own. It is a great little island, full of native fauna and flora. You could take a picnic, take in the exhibition and also wander along their permanent outdoor sculpture trail. What with the boat ride and all the rest to do, it is a full and fun day out, don't you think. And when you tell everyone about it on Tuesday, they won't believe you have been hopping onto islands in your own inner city. Open 30th and 31st March, 1st, 6th and 7th April, 11:30 am to 4:30 pm.

List_Addict               Irene

P.S: My bestie and one of the photographers whose work you return here day after day to see, B——, helped organise Haven. But this is an unsolicited and unbiased suggestion for your weekend.


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Dress: Op-shopped—odd thing, I can never work out how to tie it up. I thought it may be better on a skinny body but looks equally odd on Irene
Sunnies: Gifted from a BP along the freeway between Melbourne and Geelong by the boy because I had forgotten mine. Funky for a service station buy I think
Earrings: Cheap and cheerful jewellery store, time for a little bling again—it's been a while
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Abigail's Party'


Photographer de Jour: B——


Who wore it better?
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Sunday, March 24, 2013

Day 83: Back to the Front of the Wardrobe

So exciting to be back in front of my closet. Also a little daunting. What will I wear? While I complained about my holiday outfits, there is something comforting about a limited choice. I chose this odd skirt with it's weird panels and puffs (not really complimentary but quite dramatic in it's non-conformist shape). I figured it needed a pattern clash but turns out I have very few patterened items (please remind me of that when I go op-shopping again—there is no way I will be emulating the Anna Sui look this season without some crazy pattern in my arsenal). So I went subtle, stylish clash with a grey-on-grey pattern. So fun to be dressing up again and having silly shoots. I am treating you to a kind of 'without make-up!!!' shock-photo like they do in the classiest of mags, and showing you what I look like when I am actually walking to the shoot location. You don't think I actually walk places in those heels do you? I may have hammed it up a little. Just a tad. (See right in photo number two if you are trying to work out which the 'hammed-up' one is.)

Irene               List_Addict

Flying for me is a movie marathon. It is the most important part. It took me three flights to finally get through 27 Dresses. They kept interupting me by landing the plane, but I finally managed to get there on yesterday's trip. How fun to have that wardrobe full of the most insane dresses in the world. Do you think brides really dress their maids in outfits that make them look ridiculous to lessen the competition to themselves? I also caught up on a couple of other movies that I haven't had a chance until now to see—Rio (loved the will.i.am bird) and The Reader. Oh my goodness. How good is The Reader? What a series of conflicting emotions it raises—pity for those you should hate, disappointment, empathy, sob-inducing sorrow. I got a few odd looks as my eyes were heavily leaking and I am not sure how much sobbing was verbalised with the deafening influence of the headphones skewing my perception of loudness. And of course, I watched the Diana Vreeland movie to its conclusion. I did start back at the beginning. I grinned through the entire thing. I am going to have to get it on dvd. She makes me happy. What a wonderful woman. I don't often get this adoring feeling for people. It is freaking me out a little. Love, love, love. Stopping there before things get strange.


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Socks: Myers
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Whoopi'
Photographer de Jour: B——



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Saturday, March 23, 2013

Day 82: Home

Home. Hi B——, howdy Lollster, hello Irene. Both in green and white. Wesley as airplane pillow. More tomorrow. Zzzzzzzz


Irene's Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped


List_Addict's Outfit
Top: Target
Cardigan: Op-shopped


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

Friday, March 22, 2013

Day 81: Breaking the Flight, KL

Well that was a rude awakening, chocka-block full economy class cabin. Eeouuw. I want to be in business class from now on. It's not about the status or the lounge. It is just about the better amount of personal space between me and the next sniffing, sweating, grunting, smelling human being. When I was an agent I was selling a business class ticket to a business man via his P.A. We were discussing, out of jealousy-based spite, the per hour cost of flying business class. Me: 'That is four hundred dollars an hour to fly to Singapore'. She:'Oh, when you say it like that, I suppose that is what he earns an hour'. Maybe all flights should be charged at the rate you earn per hour. It might make for a fabulously priced airfare for me but I would still have to get a much better job to get into business class.


The question you ask as each holiday draws to an end, Well one of them, (and not the ones that start with 'where did I leave my ...?), is 'if you had to do it all again would you do it the same'? It was always going to be a mad running around type of holiday. There is so much to see. You can go the policy of seeing a smaller amount well, or you can do what we did and top-to-tail the sixteen hundred and fifty kilometres of country in as many stops as you can fit into two weeks. In hindsight the only disadvantage was the unestimatable time spent travelling from one place to another. When you book a flight, say from Hanoi to Da Nang (because they told you Hue airport was closed and it wasn't), you see the one hour schedule and think it will be quick. You forget about the lee-way the transfer gives to getting you to the airport, the check-in time, the delays, the collecting of luggage, the three hour transfer to Hue. The travelling days become whole days. They were kind of exciting in themselves—especially given the hair-raising driving involved. Fewer places would have given us more days, but I can't bring myself to regret a minute. Thanks Vietnam!


Irene's Outfit
Jim-jams: Barkins


List_Addict's Outfit and Distractions
Bathrobe: Room 2112, Traders Hotel, Kuala Lumpur
Photos (from left): Petronas Towers at night and from the front of our hotel; one of my favourite kinds of palms, the ones with the red trunks; Me in the window of Room 2112; berries with the Petronas Towers in the background (we didn't really do a lot on our little break in the flight)


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Day 80: Lamenting the Weakness of the Body

That migraine got the better of me well and truly. It is to blame for not posting yesterday's blog. It took out my whole evening. Straight to bed as soon as I was able to crawl home from that massive entree feast. Luckily, despite threatening, it didn't make me ride any porcelain. It took away one of my limitless breakfast opportunities, and they had macaroons this morning, as well as waffles. Yes, for breakfast. It even beat me into making a dream in which I called in sick come true. I called in sick to my tour to the Mekong. I'm not proud, but I would have been less proud hanging out the window of the bus depositing my meager mouthfuls of toast onto the surrounding countryside. Today was our last day in Vietnam. I will just have to come back and see the Mekong another time. to use a litote, I could honestly say I wouldn't be adverse to seeing Vietnam again.


Spent the first half of the day trying to sleep the headache away, and the second shopping. I managed to overcome the reluctance to shop and even got a few nice things. Some are surprises for a birthday girl who's day is approaching, others will hopefully be seen here at some time. We had drinks at the famous garden top bar at the Rex hotel, and are currently enjoying pre-dinner drinks at our own hotel's roof top bar with a lovely twentieth story view and breeze. Tomorrow a whirlwind trip into KL, and then home. I can't believe how fast it has gone. What, V—— asked, are you looking forward to when you get home? Beside B—— and Lollii of course. His answer was weetbix and milk. Mine? Hopefully slightly less sweaty weather, a renewed exploration of outrageous fashion, and my doona.


Irene's Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped

Belt: Came with a pair of jeans from Primark, beginning to think it is one of Irene's favourite accessories

List_Addict's Outfit and Distractions
Dress: Op-shopped
Top: Op-shopped
Shoes: Teva
Photos (from left): View from the Rex's roof top bar; Me at the Rex; Saigon and Saigon River from the twentieth floor of the Grand Hotel.


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Day 79: Sensory Overload

I would imagine that many who visit Saigon's War Remnants Museum would say that there is another side to the story that isn't being told within those walls. It would be true. But it doesn't change the wrongs that have happened to this country in the the name of democracy. I must be a simpleton. I cannot understand how a country can have as fundamental to their being the right to choose any form of belief, to have freedom of speech, to be equal under God regardless, just regardless, but then not be able to choose Communism as their political guide. Don't get me wrong. I am not advocating this as my choice (even though I do believe in a former life I inhabited Socialist Russia—it's a hunch to do with tea in glasses and a love of the sound of the Russian language). But I don't understand the right to choose any belief except for ones that your Government is ignorantly afraid of, paranoid to the extreme by all evidences. I have no answers and so I don't feel I can judge. I have no idea what I would suggest if placed in a similar situation to the powers who needed to decide what to do with regards to Vietnam in the mid sixties. Or any conflict since. Is intervention in the name of what is seen as violation of human rights a new type of colonialism? Woah! Can of worms. But surely nothing at all can justify the use of chemical and biological weapons or nuclear weapons. What we end up with is citizenry who suffer as victims and perceived perpetrators for decisions made by a select few. Tears flowed when I visited Ground Zero as they did today. A human body is so fragile a mass of blood and bone and flesh, so easily torn and ripped. Call me simple again, but there are surely other ways to make resolution than what I saw today. Nothing is important enough to make that sort of suffering viable. Rant over.


Big, big day. City tour, Cu Chi Tunnels. Remnants Museum and Reunification Palace. Chinese wholesale markets (which were an odd place to be: everything is sold in bulk; they don't see us as clients and so there is no hassle). Had lunch at the equivalent of Macdonald's, Pho 24, and dinner in the apparently upmarket Vietnamese House and it was neck and neck as to which was better fare. At the latter we thought we would go light and order a group of entrees to share. Oh my lord. They were divine: prawn stuffed pumpkin flowers and Vietnamese pancake, chargrilled beef stuffed with onions and garlic, chicken satay and spring rolls. I felt like I had eaten a truck. All in all the day was an overload of amazingness and sent me over the edge of stimulation! To migrainville :(


Irene's Outfit
Dress: From a skirt, Op-shopped

Bra: Elle MacPherson, way too big for Irene

Hotpants: No idea!

List_Addict's Outfit and Distractions
Top/Dress (very short): Op-shopped
Photos (from left): All things fishy from the wholesale market, there are sea cucumbers, dried scallops, sea horses, fish bubbles?, anything you can and couldn't possibly think of; my shoot, that is me on the balcony of our room, Wesley also pictured; the front of the Grand Hotel, Saigon; Saigon Post Office with portrait of Ho Ch Minh


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Day 78: My Favourite City So Far

I am liking Saigon. It feels good. It has the thirties about it still. A real French feeling. And while that is possibly not the best thing for the locals, given the history (I wouldn't like to be reminded of violent and long lasting colonial rule), it does make it romantic for the visitor. It is like something out of a classic novel. The Quiet American, for example. We flew in this afternoon and have really not even scratched the surface. But google the Grand Hotel. Look for images. There are lots of shots of the front which has a rounded corner entrance and is about four floors high. We arrived with two other Australians who had been on our transfer. The check in staff made a pointed emphasis on the fact that we had booked an old wing (it is more correectly termed the Ancient Wing) rather than new wing room. I started to get nervous. And it appears the ancient wing isn't a popular choice. The guy at reception then seemed to feel even worse for us and our choice and 'gave us a better room'. Up the back of the hotel where we were directed, or what is actually just behind the doors you see in that picture is an elevator that looks like it came straight off the Titanic. It follows a spiral staircase up to the third floor. Outside the elevator are the double doors to our room. Look closely at that picture you googled now. See the third floor. There are three little balconies around the curve of the corner. That is our room. Um, actually, to me it seems like the best room in the place. It has a slight smell like there have been years of smokers in there, but you just open the three balcony doors and have the warm Saigonese breeze blowing the curtains, and the tinkle of traffic bells and hoots flow through and fill it with romance and nostalgia and you soon forget that. Loving it!


It is interesting viewing from the window of the ground floor cafe though. There are a number of young girls in short skirts and high heels who are taking a particular intrest in any single, sleeezy males walking past and trying to coax them inside. It has worked a couple of times. Poor things. You'd love to be able to give them money and save then having to do it. Or at least give them some male flesh that doesn't appear so oily and ugly. One guy was awfully quick. Mmmm. Cheapskate, or just not adept?


Irene's Outfit
Dress: Gifted from B——, op-shopped from her fabulous store; cheeky Irene has pinched this off me, it is part of the reason I have to get the 25-f(or)-25 happening. Although I did realise that I had added wrong and it is probably ten more than I really, really need to lose. Oh well, I will have room to move.

List_Addict's Outfit and Distractions
Bathrobe: Room 303A, Grand Hotel, Saigon
Photos (clockwise from left): Me in our marble bathroom; fruit platter; cutlery and menu at the Temple Club where we dined this evening (my language is changing to meet the ambience of the city—shame my clothiing isn't; the phone in our room—and it works!


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

Monday, March 18, 2013

Day 77: Twenty-five for Twenty-five, or Twenty-five

I am making a pledge. And pledges that quite a few people are witness to are harder to talk away later on. Make sure you keep reminding me. At least until the day I snap at you in a sugar-deprived rage. To lose twenty-five kilos (eek). Due date: 14.4.14. Didn't go on easily so I am guessing it will come off even harder. I will set up a fund of twenty-five hundred dollars. If I lose the twenty-five, that goes to a new wardrobe. And what an op-shop extravaganza that will be. If I don't, the twenty-five hundred will go to five different sets of people who really, really, really don't deserve it and who I would be loathe to give it to. I originally thought I would give it to charity, but that doesn't incentivise me because it is a good thing to do anyway, and I would be able to justify, begrudgingly, not loosing the weight. Suggestions would be appreciated as to who you think does not deserve any handouts. Crown Casino? Trump Corporation? Collingwood Football Club? Tell you what. I'll make your choice of word in knit and wire for the five best suggestions (see 'humbug' below).


Another lazy day by the pool. Last one. I didn't even manage to do all the things I did the other day. I discovered a fourth murdered baby unfortunately, but I am right on track to finding the culprit, and ended up in a sludgy koi pond in my amateur attempt. I visited my dad in a dementia home in a suburb of Tokyo and finally got him to admit, in as much detail as his mind could give (should I trust it?) that he isn't my real father. I was held up at the airport by a very suspicious Colonel who kept my passport and a snow globe that I had with the Vietnam Memorial wall in it. The latter mysteriously turned up in my room while I was out having a look around Saigon. I can read the code. And I acted as translator for my friend as he asked if he could marry my girlfriend. We also got massages. Which were dead odd because you had to take everything off. I was sure I heard that wrong and felt completely tense for the whole thing which somewhat defeated the purpose. That last one was real.



Irene's Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped


List_Addict's Outfit and Distractions
T-shirt: Op-shopped
Dress: Myers
Shoes: Bali
Photos (clockwise from top left): desperate attempt to get a photo while at dinner, artistic(?) blurring of the lights over the pool and the pool bar, Golden Sand Resort and Spa, Hoi An; Me playing pool: current total score is me 12, V—— 11, that is fairly even, but nooooooo, someone is still not happy; the pool table (okay, yeah, I was too busy to take any photos today); mango daiquiri and ba ba ba—the former not the best entry back into the world of alcohol


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Day 76: On the Question of Holidaying

I have been pondering the essence of what holidaying is all about. Why do you do it? What makes a holiday enjoyable? Sometimes I think the most enjoyable parts of a holiday are the anticipation and the memory. The actual being in the now of a holiday is often so overwhelming or impactful or emotional that it seems not enjoyable. I am not being ungrateful. I will love the time I am having when I am no longer having it. And plenty of what I am doing is fabulous. It just makes me think about it when I do things like going into town this afternoon. We made the mistake of putting our names down for the bus transfer in and out of town. It meant that we had to hang around for the full duration of the time allotted, so that the poor driver wouldn't be looking for us in vain when the trip home came around, rather than jumping in a taxi when we had had enough. Hoi An is beautiful. It has a plethora of buildings which, unlike many other towns in Vietnam, haven't been damaged in any number of wars. But I am a terrible tourist (another element that got me thinking about all this today) because going through museums and houses, which is what you 'do' in Hoi An, is the last thing I want. My brain is too full. I can't take in information in a museum format. Audibly, fine. It soaks in there like liquid after too much food, and becomes solid somewhere along the way when I am able to process it. But reading signs and placards, or enforced rather than random looking, makes me restless. And so we just wandered the streets of Hoi An and took it all in. Hoi An is not so big. Four and a half hours were too many. I would happily look in shops (even though, believe it or not from the amount of clothing and shoes I have, I hate shopping) but if any one talks to me I am out of there. And you get talked to very quickly. I wish I could explain that people would get a lot out of me if they would just leave me alone. I am not winging. I sound like it. But it is more like venting. Or trying to understand myself. Trying to understand why I come to places where what happens drives me a little insane. Is a holiday a time when you push yourself out of your usual comfort zone? Or is a holiday supposed to be relaxing? I suppose you have to resign yourself to the fact that the two are mutually exclusive and that if you choose the former, it will take time to think of it as enjoyable.


I think Irene looks lovely today. And from what I hear a jumper is fully in order. Good Ol' Melbourne having day after day of sweaty, sticky weather and then making you get out jumpers and rugs and electric blankets. We are like a European winter—an endless dance of on again, off again jackets and coats. It is just ours is day to day rather than dependant on whether you are inside or outside.


Irene's Outfit
Jumper: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped


List_Addict's Outfit and Distractions
Top: Op-shopped
Shorts: Target
Shoes: Teva
Sunnies: Gifted, Oroton (the only designer thing I own)
Photos (clockwise from top left): lanterns in the streets of Hoi An; Me against the vivid yellow buildings in Hoi An, with the coming sunset throwing a shadow of my cowboy photographer up beside me; more lanterns with the river and yellow buildings in the background; narrow laneways of Hoi An


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Day 75: The Girl From Ipanema

Mission accomplished. Managed to spend the whole day by the pool, reading, swimming, people watching. No return to cocktails or any form of alcohol at this stage. As a result my day maybe doesn't sound that exciting, but in my imagination it was non-stop. I investigated the deaths of three infants in the flat of a 'former' prostitute in Quebec while juggling two men's affection for me; I used the grief of the death of a friend to win back the woman he had stolen from me; I photographed the last moments of the Vietnamese war with America while trying to evacuate my injured Vietnamese lover from Saigon; I practised loading a gun while two moons hung over me and I waited for instructions to murder a paedophile; I tried to work out who killed an obese man by hanging him in a tree in the midwinter frozen tundra of Sweden; and; I headed off back to Vietnam on a secret mission to discover yet another murderer, a lieutenant who had killed a sargeant, witnessed by a Vietnamese national thirty years ago, and only just discovered in a souvenired letter an American soldier had finally sent back to be returned to its family. I know, that is a lot of crime solving. And quite a bit of violence. But there are classics in there. It's not all trashy holiday reading.


Why do they play 'The Girl From Ipanema' in every resort? Is it the quintessential exotic location ballad? What do you think is the most evocative holiday song? This one was playing as we again came head-to-head in the great battle for billiards mastership. V—— has asked me to not tell anyone that I beat him four to one. Don't say anything. And I think I was unlucky on the last game because I ended up with a blister from the sticky cue against my sticky hands in the stickyness of the bar. But I honestly think that he is too invested in winning, rather than my approach which was described as a 'depraved indifference to slaughtering my opponent', or as I like to call it, partly luck and partly maths.


Irene's Outfit
T-shirt: Threadless (They are a great t-shirt shop, online, with a great story. Check them out. This one is called 'Nice Boobies' which has both fabulous birds and a dad-joke like pun! Perfect)
Overalls/Dress: Op-shopped


List_Addict's Outfit and Distractions
Bathers: Siren's Swimwear
Photos (clockwise from top): Me getting into the pool of the Golden Sand Resort, Hoi An; a very anxious and funny faced fish at the Sands White Orchid Restaurant (maybe there is one of those tanks next to him where fish are one minute swimming around all distracted and fishy, and the next minute on a plate; Cham sculpture; Lotus flower (beauty from muck)


Photographer de Jour: V——


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