Cult

Cult is not what it seems – There will be no Scientology nonsense, or religious manipulations. Cult is short of Culture – so anything to do with movies, the theater, some new trend of a none specific variety, or just something international and vague – it goes in here.. I feel like this section may or may not enrich your life – so embrace it, and cower to the greater force.

My new bed spread.. swoooooing.

by Lucy on March 28, 2011

in Cult, N.B

So it actually could be kind of not ok – but I just bought a new doona cover on Saturday – blue check. it’s is totally boy’ish – and my room now looks like what I would hope my future boyfriends room would look like.. Is that wrong – that I get a sick sense of satisfaction out of my room – because it looks like a boys room.. Like my bed – is not at all feminine..

It kind of looks like the above (Ace Hotel NYC) – and I love it.. All I need now is a grey throw for the bottom of the bed – and I am in boy bed heaven. Actually, I also want a cowhide rug for my floor.. but those are expensive, and I am stretched a bit thin currently.. So that might just wait, until one of two instances:

  1. For when I get back from Australia (May)
  2. As a reward for when/ if I move to Austin (EOY 2011)

I might even get myself one of those body pillows – which I have always been against, but it might just fulfill my current life. Frankly, I think I should just go find myself a more permanent male friend. Rather than the temporary ones – supported by a body pillow..

Makes more sense, I guess.

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One thing I am really good at..

by Lucy on March 25, 2011

in Cult, N.B, SXSW

Meeting celebrities, and pretending I don’t care who they are.. I don’t know why I am so good – but I get a sick thrill out of it.. When I was a kid in Australia, I used to do this all the time with our local celebs who would star on Neighbours. I had friends that were in their mate circle – and we would party together/ drink together/ whatever together – and I would always love asking their names, and what they do.. WIN!

It’s kind of an arsehole effort – I know. Because I did know who they are, I wasn’t living under a rock. But I guess I also thought for them – it’s probably pretty nice to feel anonymous..

So when I see celebs in America – I am totally star struck – I saw Michael Cera at SXSW, the Texan pointed him out to me, the conversations went like this:

Texan: I feel sorry for that guy, everyone just comes up and says hey, and it’s like fuck, give him some space
Lucy: Who?
Texan: That’s Michael Cera over there, why do you think everyone keeps walking passed us..?
Lucy: No way.. Like – NO WAY.
Texan: Yeah – that’s Michael Cera
Lucy: Oh my god – I am so star struck right now, I could just about squeal.

All the while – my face was the beauty of nonchalant’ness. I think.. Well, the Tex might have different ideas of what my face looked like – but internally I felt like I was giving off the blasse faire air of life.

Anyway – I sort of think this is gift worthy – met one of the keyboardists of Art vs. Science last night – and I did the same thing. My mate was all – let’s be friends and hang out! (to the guy) and I was “hey, here is my card – cool have a good night..” WIN – JASPER.

I think it just brings me one step closer to either working with famous people, or being one myself.

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Isn’t she fabulous (she being Irina Werning)? I mean the idea is so simple – and yet – so GENIUS. I’m sure if you saw the 80′s photo’s of my sister and I it would be a hoot to re-do them. Although – I think the beauty of these photos is that these people still kind of look the same.. I’m not sure I look the same, at all. Like.. AT ALL.

These images came into view I think a week ago – I can’t remember how – perhaps through BOOOOOOOM – maybe.. But just now I was flicking through facey’s and a couple of mates had posted, and I thought, this needs to be posted. This needs to be blogged (dirty words, sorry). Because Irina.. You are fabulous. And if nothing else – your images make me smile.

Go on then HUMP DAY

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As we all know – Jamie xx makes me weak at the knees. Unfortunately my mates and I play this game, it is much like shotgun for the front seat of the car – but with boys.. And my mate Emma – although unknowingly, has pretty much shotgunned Jamie. She hasn’t said “shotgun” but I think I’m going to give her this one.

I have a whole list of shotguns – just so you are all aware. I will list them out one day, but how it really works is if I see someone I like – on the tele, in person, in a magazine, or if I just think about them -you can say shotgun. And if your mates meet said shotgun, and the shotgun is like “Oh girl I wanna take you home and shit” your mates have to say “Hey ok, I get it, I am one hot piece. But my mate shotgunned you – so I need to honor that.. You are welcome to buy me a drink tho.”

Pretty simple laws of shotgun – has only happened to me once, and it wasn’t a serious – in the sense that, my mates shotgun didn’t actually wanted to have his way with me. Regardless, before I glamored him – I did tell him that my mate had in fact shotgunned him, and this chemistry that he would inevitably feel, would need to be quashed.

How this went from Jamie xx playing at the Fader Fort by FIAT in Austin to my games of shotgun, I don’t know.

But observe social standings, always – and enjoy Jamie xx



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#WINNING!

by Lucy on March 4, 2011

in Cult, N.B

Charlie Sheen – is a car crash, I just can’t stop watching.. I was one of those arseholes that followed him on twitter, and I am one of the arseholes that pump traffic to livethesheendream.com – DAILY, just to stare in amazement. I mean he is any PR persons worst nightmare, but then again – I feel like his popularity has SOARED.. And it actually scares me a little, I mean the way in which he talks is like he is Jesus.. like he is a new religion.. And frankly religion terrifies me. So he needs to stop with the:

  • We’re Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be?
  • Don’t live in the middle
  • I may forget about them tomorrow, but they’ll live with that memory for the rest of their lives. And that’s a gift.
  • Celebrate this movement.
  • I’m living inside the truth. And the truth doesn’t change.
  • I’m just going to sail across the winds of the universe with my goddesses.

Can you imagine – if this new religion came about, let’s call it Sheening.. I mean – Charlie Sheen is pretty loaded – he could just not work anymore, and be a leader. It would be like Scientology.. I mean that shit is ridiculous – yet people still follow it. Sheening would be all about winning, and goddesses, and being above the people, and owning Middle America. I can scarily see it developing a following..

watch this space..

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Early morning revelations

by Lucy on March 3, 2011

in Cult, N.B

So – the other morning I woke up at 4:30 – normal people would likely roll over and go back to sleep. Me? Well I check my phone – respond to emails, update Facebook.. Yeah. And then, after all that – try and roll over and go back to sleep. Which I can normally do – but the other morning it was near impossible. I’m generally a ridiculously good sleeper. Anywhere, any time – I can snooze.

But what kept me awake – was the pending question of – how many spiders do you think I have consumed in my sleep – to date.. Because you know they say you do that – sleep with your mouth open and a little spider will crawl on in.. That, my friends – is terrifying.. Seriously.

I mean what sort of an arsehole – checks their phone at 4:30AM, responds to emails (seriously Lucy, really?) – and then goes onto think about their consumption of spiders. I do. I’m that arsehole. It’s like sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night – and then think about vampires.. Generally this is because I’m too hot in bed – and I would have woken up from some scary vamp dream, and then lucid dreams happen. Also – another terrifying story.

Needless to say, after my queries on spiders – I couldn’t get back to sleep. And exhaustion ensued.

FYI – the popular number for spider swallowing is 4 – in a lifetime.

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