Showing posts with label carrie bradshaw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label carrie bradshaw. Show all posts

11 June 2010

Sex and the City 2 movie = yawn, Sex and the City fashions = :)


Last Tuesday night I went to see Sex and the City two with three girlfriends and one guy friend. (I summarised Sex and the City to my guy friend as 'Four ageing/airbrushed women on the prowl, wearing designer clothes except when they're having sex'.)

I have nothing to say about Sex and the City 2 except I think it was the most unnecessary movie ever. The plot was vacuous, the acting wooden, and in many parts it was culturally offensive. I think Sarah Jessica and friends should have stopped on a good thing. At the end of season 6.

The ONLY positives I found in the movie was that Carrie did not wear a beige bra as outerwear (I think she's read this blog and heeded my comments about that issue) and some of the fashions were amazing.

I'd prefer to use this blog entry to concentrate on the Sex and the City (movies 1 and 2) fashions that I love. I adore Carrie's style the most (but I did see something on Charlotte that I'd wear myself, perhaps in purple or grey though). I like how she does classic and timeless with frivolous and whimsical. (Click on pictures for sources.)

I love, love, LOVE this green clashing print ensemble Carrie wears in the SATC1.

And here's an example of Carrie doing timeless with frivolous.


When I saw Carrie in this dress, I wanted it. Apparently it's available to buy, it's by a brand called Halston Heritage.


This is my other favourite style from the SATC2 movie.

This is Sarah Jessica Parker on the red carpet premiere of SATC2 in Tokyo. More pics of this beautiful Vivienne Westwood dress can be found here.

18 March 2010

On the path to dreams

You may recall a few days ago I wrote this here:

'...it is my dream for a reputable media or communications company to contact me through this blog and ask me to write for them on a regular, paid basis, a bit like Carrie Bradshaw, in the inner suburbs of the city but without the men or the Manalos (Hello - is anyone out there??!!)'.

I imagine myself looking exactly like this, complete with the expression of enlightenment, but my MacBook is more modern:


Well...

I submitted a few of my blog entries to a very reputable organisation, and I was contacted today by a staff member within.

He read my submissions and also this blog, and has chosen an article that he thinks is suitable to be edited slightly and published on the organisation's website! It will be me telling my own story.

PUBLISHED!

MY OWN STORY!

WOW!

I am very excited as it's one step closer to my dream!

I'm not going to preempt anything by writing much more about this exciting opportunity, but I'll keep you updated as things progress.

This blog is making things happen!

14 March 2010

In control telling my story

The thing I like about blogging is that it allows us to tell our own stories, on our own terms.

Having said that, it is my dream for a reputable media or communications company to contact me through this blog and ask me to write for them on a regular, paid basis, a bit like Carrie Bradshaw, in the inner suburbs of the city but without the men or the Manalos (Hello - is anyone out there??!!).

This blog has allowed me to tell my story about ichthyosis. It means I can tell the world what it's like from a personal perspective, without sensationalism, and with honesty. With a view to educate people and enable them empathy. I admit, some of the things I've written about and pictures I've posted may have been a little confronting, and even I get a bit sad reading them over. But I've always maintained that I'd like to keep this blog honest.

What I am going to write about is something I feel very passionate about. I know there may be some people reading this blog with ichthyosis or their family members have ichthyosis. This may offend you as you may see it as a judgment. Deep breath. Ok.

As I said, I'd love to write the way I do in this blog but be paid to do so. I'm a writer and events planner in my full time job, and love it, but I really enjoy the creative, boundlessness of this type of writing, and I think that my readers enjoy my writing too (based on your feedback).

However, I'd never ever be paid (or not paid, even) to tell my story about ichthyosis to a magazine, newspaper or TV station. Australian Story may be the exception.

I think it's really important to raise awareness of conditions such as mine. But other than through a blog and public speaking events, I am not sure how it can be done without sensationalising the topic, or the journalist telling a different story to the one the person with the condition has told them. When I see articles or TV programs featuring sensationalised stories about illnesses, I cringe and worry about the damage it will do the the person affected.

You all would have seen sections in newspapers devoted to babies born with many limbs, or a cat with two faces, or that poor man with the wart condition in Asia, dubbed 'tree man'. This sort of coverage sickens me. It really does treat people with body differences and disabilities like they are side show exhibits.

Fortunately the only time I have felt like a zoo exhibit - other than the daily stares and comments - is when 200 doctors have converged for a dermatology conference and they have come to examine me in droves, not speaking much to me, and poking and prodding at me while I've sat there in one sock, undies and a blanket. When I was a kid, I charged doctors money to look at me. But at age 15, I faked tears to get out of there. That was humiliating enough, and it wasn't even media coverage.

Here is an example of a variation of my condition being sensationalised in the media.

Baby born with rare genetic disorder
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The public and media treated this little boy like an exhibit of a side show. I feel so bad for him - he had no choice for the media to intrude. If he does survive, I am sure he is not going to be looking back on that story with fondness.

There was also the Medical Incredible TV program featuring sisters with ichthyosis. One of the girls featured is a friend on my Facebook, so I don't want to offend. I found it hard to watch. Maybe because I identified with the pain they went through. But I think it was more due to knowing the program was sensationalist, and highlighting difficulties in the girls' lives. While it was educational, and done with a degree of compassion, I couldn't help wonder whether the show's 'gross out' factors are designed to draw in viewers and reign above educating people and showing what great girls they are.

I was telling Mel in the UK how when some people I know have watched Medical Incredible, or read an article about someone in a trashy tabloid magazine, they have mentioned it to me, told me they didn't realise how bad my condition is, and then made assumptions that my condition is just the same. When I explain that there are different variations, they believe they've acquired all the knowledge from this TV show/article. It's really only the person with the illness that can explain the pain and what it means for them on a daily basis. Not their parents, not their doctors, and NOT the media.

Mel has also written a piece on the way the media portrays people with our condition. I have linked to it above. She agrees with me and writes 'My story is just one example of what Ichthyosis can be like to live with, but there are so many different forms of the condition and even those with the same form of Ichthyosis I have (Bullous/BIE/EHK) suffer and cope with it differently to the way I cope and how it affects me'. That is very true, and the same goes for me.

I have read some more positive, less shock-tactic like stories about ichthyosis. Like this one:

Netherton's Syndrome - a mother's story. It is educational and sensitive.

Last year I took part in Fox FM's Real Beauty Search. It was for people with body differences and disabilities to have a chance modeling on the catwalk. I entered on a whim one morning before work, not really thinking I'd stand a chance in making it as a finalist. An hour after I had sent my entry in, my photo was on the website. I sort of panicked when I saw it up there. It was on the front page for five days. I was able to tell my story on the radio for five minutes. The questions asked weren't too intrusive. Lots of friends and colleagues voted for me. It was quite exciting and I received a lot of support. I did not win but I had a good time promoting myself for votes, and more importantly raising awareness about my condition. A few people (strangers and shopkeepers in my local area) stopped me to say they've heard me on the radio or seen me on the website.

Part of me worried that Fox FM may use my picture for shock tactics, to draw listeners in to the website. I don't think they did, but it was the first time I've given a public address about my condition outside of the workplace.

And here I am!



There was this article written by Jacqui Bunting in The Age that mentioned me. Jacqui writes 'Another welcome venture challenging aesthetic homogenisation comes from our own backyard. In an industry recently tarnished by tasteless stunts and broken promises, a Melbourne radio show is running a competition that will see three Australians with impairments or disabilities take part in a fashion event to promote the idea that beauty is more than tits, teeth, hair and hunger. Entrants include Carly, who suffers from erythroderma, which leaves her body covered in scaly red skin; Dhea who lost all her hair at the age of seven due to alopecia; and wheelchair bound Fatma who suffers from spinal muscular atrophy. All strong, inspirational, beautiful women'.

I have been giving some speeches at work for International Day for People with Disabilities. These have been very successful, and my colleagues have often been moved to hear my story, unedited and not sensationalised. I have also written a story about myself for my organisation's newsletter, which is distributed to all staff. I got dozens of emails from staff across the country commending me on my courage to tell my story. And that feedback made me more open to do the speeches and join ChIPS and to share stories about my illness on this blog.

This is the way I want my story to be told. In my own words. Without editing or sensationalism. It's only fair when so many assumptions are made about the way I look before I even open my mouth or tap my keyboard.

Edit - I found this great blog post a few days back in my research for my own blog. It talks about the 'freak show' concept of these Amazing Medical Stories TV programs.

25 January 2010

The weekend just gone/still going

I'm loving this loooooooong weekend business.

My weekend started last Tuesday at 5:00 pm when I went to eat burgers, drink beer/vodka lime and soda, see Bran Nue Dae at the cinema with two friends. The movie was bizarre. Filled with messages (sometimes stereotyped) about Aboriginal and white Australian culture, and sexual innuendo at the same time. In parts I sensed bitterness. There was a great cast - Jessica Mauboy looked stunning, and Deborah Mailman played a great drunken harlet, and Missy Higgins was really ocker. I don't know though, I didn't feel immersed in the movie.

Wednesday - Friday was camp, and I'll dedicate a separate blog post to that.
I love this restaurant - it's got modern Asian food.

Friday night I had dinner at Tom Phat in Brunswick. I love this restaurant - it serves modern Asian food at a great price. I ordered the twice cooked duck in plum sauce with Asian greens, and for dessert I had coconut icecream with mango and banana crumble - yum! My Mum was down with two of our friends, and we laughed and laughed, so much so Mum was crying! It was a lot of fun - I love spending time with Mum, she is one of my best friends. And our other two friends are a scream - I enjoy being able to discuss anything with them, and there never feels like there is a generation gap between us.

Saturday, the four of us shopped til we dropped. I almost did drop after being so tired from three days at camp. But like all good shoppers, I have stamina, and managed to walk the entire giant shopping mall and then some. I love shopping. I particularly love finding bargains.

I was very happy with my purchases, especially the MacBook Pro which I've been eying for ages. And now I have it, it's as wonderful as I imagined it would be. Of course, I probably didn't need to buy a MacBook Pro, per se, I could have make done with a middle level PC. But since I bought my iPod Touch and iPHone, I've fallen in love with the asthetics of Apple's products. Using it makes me feel like Carrie Bradshaw.

Like this.




Writing this blog on my MacBook, sitting on my bed, makes me feel like I'm writing a proper newspaper column, just like Carrie did. Except I abhor her collection of beige bras. For someone so fashionable she wore the yuckiest bras most of the time, and exposed them underneath her fabulous fashions. I recall she sometimes even wore the bras as a standalone piece, AS OUTERWEAR. Gosh.

An example.



I would NEVER do this. I may expose a pretty pink bra strap under a dress, but not the WHOLE GODDAMN BRA!

Anyhow, I digress.

This is my MacBook, it features the draft of this very blog post. And so a new love affair begins.



I purchased a Catherine Manuell Design laptop case so my MacBook's home is as beautiful as it is. I love Catherine Manuell's luggage collections.

I had to google the instruction for taking a screen shot. My case is the black and white one with the flap, sort of in the middle of the page.



And I also have a collection of brushes and wipes in a little beauty case so I can wipe my vaseline from the MacBook and brush dust (ie, dead skin) away. It's quite a hassle being me, but more so interesting!

So as I mentioned before, I went to my friend Alana hen's night on Saturday. Alana and I met when I started at the department store back in 1999 - she was the first person I met on my first day (aside from my manager). She showed me the ropes. Her sister also worked there. We became friends, and we both moved away from the country, and it's only in recent months that we've met in person again.

I went to the hen's night only knowing four people, but departed having made some new friends, which is really nice. Everyone there made me feel very welcome.

It was a 1920s flapper theme, and everyone dressed up! I love it when everyone follows the theme.

There were a few games - popping balloons with body parts, a quiz about the hen from her partner's perspective, and lots of great food made by her family and those slushie machines filled with daquiris.

At 11:30 pm, the stripper arrived. I'd never seen a stripper in real life before. It was a little awkward, I found, and I sensed Alana and some other girls felt his closeness awkward, too. It was a lot of fun, and I did have a big giggle when he came to me and asked me to rub his bum, but I declined oiling him up with baby oil.

Most of the girls at the hen's night headed into the city to a nightclub after the stripper festivities. I haven't been to a nightclub since the last hen's night I went to in 2006. Wow, things have changed. Girls wear NOTHING now, it seems. I enjoyed myself there more than I anticipated, probably because I was with a great group of people and I got in amongst it on the dancefloor, dancing to some songs I actually knew.

I had a thoroughly good time, but didn't get home til 3:00 am and though I only had half a daquiri and the rest soft drink, I felt pretty ordinary yesterday.

Here are some pictures from Alana's hen's night. We all looked stunning!







Today I've been pottering around my suburb doing groceries, buying supplies for my computer and reading magazines. Tonight I will cook, for the first time in eight days - how I miss cooking! And tomorrow I aim to 'shop my closet' - as in clean it out and find some gems I'd forgotten about and pack the stuff I don't wear off to St Vinnies. The Big Day Out is happening - though I'm not going I will hear it from my place, well it will be a mix of that and the Hottest 100, for which the number one sing has already been leaked. I am liking this 'me time' too.

This is the life - long weekends should happen every month!

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