The only rules in life you should follow

I have never fully professed my deep love and admiration for the wonderful and magnificent, Ron Swanson. Men don't come much more macho than Ron, and his views on life, government, women, and woodwork are all case in point.

He does have his weaknesses, mainly women named Tammy (his mother, and his two ex wives). I like that such a strong mustachioed man, who takes shit from no-one, can be instantly reduced to a lovesick, corn-rowed, mustacheless fella after one word from a Tammy.
Ron Swanson has many rules of life, and how to be great at it. You too can be just as great at Ron if you abide by his pyramid of greatness. 

I have mad love for all the characters in the brilliant Parks and Recreation, but I think the lessons that Ron teaches throughout the show really translate into real life. I mean just his advice on Poise alone is priceless -  "Sting like a bee. Do not float like a butterfly. That is ridiculous" Pure brilliance.

Since having Ron Swanson in my life, when I am faced with a problem, I just ask myself WWRSD? (What Would Ron Swanson Do?) And the answer is usually, nothing at all, because as any good Ron fan knows, he doesn't like to do much. Which is just part of his amazeballs way.

Peace&Love&Mustaches. 

Happy Halloweenie

Hello kitty's, I trust you are all recovering well from the madness of your Halloween weekend. For those of you still partying, woop - rock on, you are way more hardcore than I could ever dream of being.

My weekend made me realise that I need to SHUTITDOWN on the alcohol. I seem to say that quite a lot, and then not really follow it up too well. Makes me think that its turning into a bit of an "issue" shall we say, not quite full-blown enough to stage an intervention or anything, but it's getting a lil rowdy up in hurr.

After a long week of shoots, shoots, and more shoots, I definitely needed to unwind and blow off some steam. But apparently my problem isn't blowing off a little steam, but the fact that when I'm done blowing off steam all that's left is a teary pile of vomit and shame. [I will get to that story in due course].

This past week we shot Cosmopolitan's december story, and we decided to do a night shoot. So much fun! Tiring for sure, but actually so energetic to be running around the streets downtown at night, changing the model behind cars, watching random dudes get arrested, getting heckled by passing cars, and doing a bit of a street disco just for shits and giggles.

...spot the dummy... 

downtown traffic

i make stupid faces while we do location scouting. 

my lovely model of the day...well night actually. 

monkey business...ha...haha...

lovely team of people i get to work with

highlight of the night, I found Minnie's dog twin!

best shot of the night

So the day after the night shoot, we did another street shoot. This was a little worse, as it was in daylight, which made it harder for the model to shield her nakedness from passing cars... she almost caused a few pile ups, but it came out very cool. 

best.poster.ever. 

yeah, i make my models pose by garbage bins, what?

the challenge of outdoor changing is half the fun.

especially when models wear knee high boots...

monkey took this nice pic of me colour co-ordinating with Marilyn.

So then friday hit, and everything went a little shitwards... how so you ask... well here it is - 

i got sucked in by the allure of friday afternoon wine... 

and everything around me was suddenly just so beautiful

colours were brighter, and life just seemed so good soaked in wine 

Massoura's awesome red accesorising

Lia is absolutely mental

Pan is his usual charming self

Baret's head is as big as ever

i get more drunkenly out of focus

but at least at this point i can still strike a pose and ridiculous face

oh silly face

Yeeeyy silly face thats not my silly face!

more silly faced-ness

and that's just plain mentalcakes

And then somehow....this happened...

Yep. I drank things that were on fire. Correction, I drank things that were on fire, at 7pm. Next thing I know...it's saturday morning. And I am being told by Monkey, that he arrived home at 10pm, only to find me incoherent in my bed, surrounded by upchuck, and upon seeing him, I burst into tears. I like to think they were tears of happiness that he had come to look after me, but I think they were tears of shame and upchuck sadness. Unfortunately my shame didn't end there, as several hours of sleep later, I found my phone. Why, oh why, does my super clever, can do pretty much anything iPhone NOT have a sensor on it that determines my level of drunkness (perhaps through the sheer amount of miss-spelled words in a text? just a thought) - AND THEN JUST AUTOMATICALLY TURN OFF. please? Because upon reading my messages, my shame levels soared so drastically that I actually had to send multiple apology texts, including one asking the recipient to just delete my number. Saturday was a really proud day for me, really reached a new high in awesomesauce-ness. fail. 

But I managed, in true vOMGal fashion, to turn it around, and recovered enough by evening to bust out my spectacular Halloween outfit. 

oh yes...lady Gaga skeleton bitchezzzz

sPOOKIEs

even awesome skeletons need a tasty's gyro

Then I had one of those amazing sundays that just remind me of being in London... lying about in parks with a bunch of friends, in gorgeous weather, and going wherever the day happens to take you. I think I have been nostalgic for those kind of days lately, so it came at a really great time.

Peace&Love&Parks

Blog Fail

Starting something with an apology is never too good, but I feel pretty bad at being such a slacker on the blog front. I have been in full on lazy summer mode. When brain function is at an all time low coupled with the sheer energy it takes to just type, and the fact that my days have been filled with...with... umm.. a lot of nothing... well it leads to an empty blog. So here goes, I am sorry internet world for not being a faithful blogger. I promise to try harder, i'll get better, just give me one more chance. (Wow blogging is really like a relationship, you have to put so much into it to get any results, and unless it's truly great, it inevitably comes to an end. Hmm... I'm no good at relationships, let's hope I'm better at blogging)

Summer is flying by, yet somehow I feel like I'm still waiting for it to actually start. That's going to be a huge disappointment once work picks up again. Last summer I spent a month in NYC and then London, it was beyond amazingly fun times, but it was so active and busy that I got back feeling like I needed another month of lying on the beach doing eff all. And I got back and got thrown in the deep end at work, so I am really enjoying doing a whole lot of nothing, and mentally preparing for going back to work with a fresh mind.

Ok enough of my rambling nothingness. Forgive me again, as throughout all the fun things I have been doing lately, I haven't been snapping any pictures. I suck at this. So here is a little mélange of what has been occupying my days of late...

Skinny Minnie. I seem to be more concerned that she is nourished than myself.  I guess that's what parenthood is like.

VODKA+MONSTER=GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Been watching A LOT of hot vampires...

...see. hot.

Lusting after the MiuMiu trainers

Dreaming of the soon to be released Missoni for target collection.

watching, re-watching and then watching some more Parks and Rec. 

Taken the odd incriminating photo...

Got trashed at a basketball game

Did the occasional photoshoot

got gangstaaa with monkey, NYC style

ate fish at my favourite fish restaurant

beachy beach, hipster style

did some tanning with my lovely mama and sister

and took even more pictures of my freaking adorable dog. 

Peace&love