visit this vogue site to read up on the latest style file; LARA STONE
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
my.fort.knox.family
This is our digs in Cape Town, beter known as Fort Knox. Ive been away from home for to long and im missing my bettys very much. Just some images to share with you the love that is Fort Knox. All the memories and festive times shared within these walls over the past two years will never be forgotten.
vintage.circus
It has taken me a substantial while to re blog due to the busy term just had at Fedisa, but now that I'm harrying it all alone in the small quaint village of St Francis I shall attempt to blog daily.
The holiday started with a friday night "jol" in Cape Town with all the Betty's,jamming matric rave style for Kade's birthday. What a mare of a night for us, the garden gnome carrying Mr Jack Daniels statue around; giving him a good dance off on the 'D' flow, me falling countless times due to the killer heals I was sporting and a little to much Jagermeister.
As we all regrouped and lay laughing on the bean bags not to sure exactly what we were laughing about,but vaguely remember it was purely the celebration of an amazing first term that was going to be hard to forget. So back in the mom van we all crawled; and driven safely back to Fort Knox by "dad".Don't forget the slight detour via green point and Ronald MacDonald's play place,"6 piece McNugget meal please,thank you."
Back at the ranch,Bellvue was carrying on with the celebrations.Going to bed that night with the looming thought of a massive hangover, my unpacked bags and my flight leaving at 10.35. Alarm set for 6am;yeah right, never even heard it go off.
Woke at the time I was supposed to be leaving for the airport and I must have some good karma as a SMS came through to tell me that my flight had been delayed by an hour. So I packed and headed straight off to the airport. I happened to be sitting next to my good friend Isabelle and her boyfriend whom I hadn't seen the entire year so we caught up while I had a couple of ciders to ease me into the change of mindset from Cape Town to Port Elizabeth, phew what a ride.While waiting for my cuzzie to fetch me i had a couple of Marlboro's and was asked some strange questions by passers by and then followed suit by passing out on her couch while waiting to be fetched by my parents who were rushing as it was my sisters matric dance, per usual our family always running late.
As the girls get ready I decide to have a slight spruce and try find my make up, only to realise that along with my make-up, my favourite toiletry bag is left at Port Elizabeth airport on the baggage carousal waiting for its owner. Calm down, don't panic I tell myself all will be resolved.(nobody answers their phones in the Port Elizabeth airport, huge fail.)
Off to the pre drinks and after a vodka red bull I'm feeling like my old self and ready for a party, we'll have to stop at school first to see the girls in their dresses;whom all looked stunning.So did the event with the theme of vintage circus.
Back to Port Elizabeth to meet my dad and his partner in crime who have been waiting for the girls so patiently at the Stage Door, one of the oldest pubs in Port Elizabeth. With the entire floor covered in wood shavings, a working duke box in the corner, James Dean and Marylin Monroe posters cover the walls amongst the many American states number plates;there after we went for yummy Indian.
Had an early one fetched my sister the next day and my lost bag from the airport. Finally got home to quaint St Francis where I am now sitting quietly on my laptop rambling on about my lonely days. Although I have Rafial the Doberman Pincher to keep me company whom i can't converse with so clearly.
Just about fashion blog: Lara Stone for W Magazine, April 2011
Just about fashion blog: Lara Stone for W Magazine, April 2011: "Lara Stone for W Magazine, April 2011. The editorial was photographed by Craig McDean and styled by Alex White. Source: fashionison,..."
Sunday, February 13, 2011
the.ramblings.of.a.mad.me.
Sitting, its a hot summers day in Feb ,the hottest month in Cape Town's calender.A Milo drink, a cup of coffee, toast, youngberry jam and every girls sinful love cheeeese. Lovefool playing in the background and this is me trying to squeeze my brain for some kind of intelligent wit to flow out onto the page before me that would satisfy for a good communications mark. As usual i was given this assignment on time and i am already one post behind;which i do take 0.5 responsibility for and the other 0.5 i blame entirely on SexandTheCity season 1 to SexandTheCity.(mental note to self:better time management and be thankful that there is no longer the alluring SexandTheCity.) (",)
At another point in time (past time). I never lived in this city i was subjected to farm life, which gave me a freedom like no city could ever offer. Boarding school during the week and weekends spent alone with my companions; an Anglo-Arab and Rhodesian Ridgeback. Saturdays and Sundays would consist of "Oupa" the groom, myself and the dog exploring the farm and the indigenous forests on the Tsitsikamma coast. Now my life consists of St Francis during term break and Cape Town during the remainder of the year.
As I am at this point in time an aspiring designer studying in the much loved Cape Town at a much loved fashion institution FEDISA. I am now in my third and final year towards my BA in Fashion Design, my final year as a student and acting like a child without responsibility;well that last part will continue in 2012 while I travel over the ocean to a world that I have not yet explored. I will return when I am satisfied that my untraveled eyes have seen all that they can handle.
Not entirely sure if this is offensive,but if its I'm sorry. I'm not a strong believer in God i never really have been;although i believe in a higher power and was baptised as a Catholic and spent most of school attending Catholic classes for confession and later confirmation. I can tell you sitting in a box and confessing to an elderly gentleman, whom you have no connection with what so ever could of been the turning point for me and the sudden end to those grueling classes and continuous recital of Hail Mary. As a continuation I am now a catholic that was confirmed as a Anglican who finds herself more of a worshipper of the hire power in any form and yes, I pray at those low insecure moments of my life that always lead to the need to pray and yes this is a contradiction that not even I can wrap my brain around. Although I have come up with a rebuttel; religion is an out for people's insecurities and why is it that when you see your life flash before you, God is the one who you rely on and repent all your sins to.
smoke break.
At another point in time (past time). I never lived in this city i was subjected to farm life, which gave me a freedom like no city could ever offer. Boarding school during the week and weekends spent alone with my companions; an Anglo-Arab and Rhodesian Ridgeback. Saturdays and Sundays would consist of "Oupa" the groom, myself and the dog exploring the farm and the indigenous forests on the Tsitsikamma coast. Now my life consists of St Francis during term break and Cape Town during the remainder of the year.
As I am at this point in time an aspiring designer studying in the much loved Cape Town at a much loved fashion institution FEDISA. I am now in my third and final year towards my BA in Fashion Design, my final year as a student and acting like a child without responsibility;well that last part will continue in 2012 while I travel over the ocean to a world that I have not yet explored. I will return when I am satisfied that my untraveled eyes have seen all that they can handle.
Not entirely sure if this is offensive,but if its I'm sorry. I'm not a strong believer in God i never really have been;although i believe in a higher power and was baptised as a Catholic and spent most of school attending Catholic classes for confession and later confirmation. I can tell you sitting in a box and confessing to an elderly gentleman, whom you have no connection with what so ever could of been the turning point for me and the sudden end to those grueling classes and continuous recital of Hail Mary. As a continuation I am now a catholic that was confirmed as a Anglican who finds herself more of a worshipper of the hire power in any form and yes, I pray at those low insecure moments of my life that always lead to the need to pray and yes this is a contradiction that not even I can wrap my brain around. Although I have come up with a rebuttel; religion is an out for people's insecurities and why is it that when you see your life flash before you, God is the one who you rely on and repent all your sins to.
smoke break.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Follow this blog with bloglovin
