A quick fashion selfie taken in the toilet of a cafe (very classy I hear you say).
Well as soon as we hit the outdoor deck to eat, the full beam of the mid-day sun and my head to toe black ensemble was not a good idea. By the end of the meal I was chugging back the water pitchers and fanning my self with the Lunch menu- super classy!
Whilst running around doing errands I craved me a mean mince and cheese pie. Funny enough, pulling along side of the dairy I find this advertising of my beloved Georgie Pie. Any Kiwi born before the mid-90's will know Georgie pie was the shit and it was sad when it went away... but now its back, so happy food memories to relive!
Huge top and stretchy pants are made for pie eating days :)
Decided to finally make the effort to head out to The Auckland War Memorial Museum to see the Selling Dreams exhibition. As the photo above sums up it was a collection of Fashion Photography across one hundred years and whilst my expectation was to be overwhelmed by a huge range of images I was disappointed once I got there. While the saying 'quality over quantity' is usually the basis to stream lining anything, exhibitions -especially the ones that you have to pay for, should be a visual binge not an entrée with out the main and dessert.
Overall (pushing my eternal cheapness aside) it was very informative, inspiring and got me into the blogging mood.Unfortunately photos inside the exhibition space were prohibited (copy right issues) but at the very end there was a place set up for wannabe models and photographers to play.
Put that in-front of me and you get the following obligatory photos...
But I must admit, the images we took outside were a hell of a lot better, guess natural light isn't always the enemy.
Double take on the tights, this time worn to Beyoncé’s Mrs Carter world tour. A birthday treat spent again with my best buddy Tia. I must say Beyoncé is a force to be wreaked with. She started on time – very professional, her voice played centre stage – because I didn’t pay to hear the band overshadow her voice, she had great graphics – to distract us whilst she changed, she sparkled with costumes, drew us in with her moves and dominated with her voice. Although I had always admired her, I had this perception that she was a bitchy centre of attention diva and after seeing the show I felt a huge sense of respect for her. She may be a bitch, who knows, but seeing how hard she works during her concert, the line ‘A diva is a female version of a hustler’ rings true. Like Michael Jackson is the King of Pop, Beyoncé is surely the Queen, if you have a chance to see this woman, DO!