dusting off the cobwebs

It has occurred to me that given all the attention I'm receiving recently, and given that my blog has been linked to the increasing amount of publicity I have received (which I am SO stoked about) I should perhaps post a new blog letting all my readers know I haven't died, I'm here and going to start regularly publishing again.

Firstly, check out my dresser diary post for the lovely Miann on Fashion Falsehood where I discussed my week at fashion week in Sydney and all the ups and downs of my experience which was probably the best thing I've done in my life to date.

My friend Sam was lucky enough to sneak a camera in backstage at Ksubi

Secondly, have a gander at Brisbane blogger/writer/photographer/fashion connoisseur Peny Lane. Yes my name has been mentioned as a contributor to the Miss Unkon journey book which was released at RAFW this year and yes this is another shameless act of self promotion but her blog is so damn cool I never miss a post.

Have a look at the Miss Unkon Journey book on Peny Lane or have a quick squiz here

Until next time girlfriends and boyfriends,

George xx

images courtesy of Samantha Kolb and Peny Lane

the last presets show for a very long time

Lazers beaming, punters screaming, the Presets sure know how to rock a crowd. Last night I was lucky enough to bare witness to the final performance of these guys for a while as they go back to the studios to record their next album. Opening with 'Talk Like That' was a definite crowd pleaser, I was immediately shoved four meters forward as the rush of fans hurled themselves into a raging mosh. It was getting ugly.

Two songs in and one girl came crying out of the crowd trying to get out after no doubt being squashed and having several ribs broken. I was amazed to see the amount of slammin hotties that were there, no boys but the girls looked amazing. The chick in front of me was wearing a fur vest and little ksubi shorts (curse her sculpted arse) and I nearly asked to take her picture she looked that effing cute.

Aside from the immaculate standard of female specimen, the show was insane. Van She played first followed by Architecture in Helsinki who pumped up the crowd with 'Hold Music' though after a few of their slower songs I found myself less boppy and dare I say it, a little bored. Finally the Presets graced the stage and all hell broke loose, finishing famously on 'I go hard, I go home' the night came to a brilliant end. Sadly I had no camera, only a measly little phone to capture the moment.