White Out

Apartment hunting is boring and tiring. It's fun at first but it kind of gets sickening and very, very frustrating. Well, it's quite easy if you have lots of money to spend on rental. But if you're like me who doesn't really have gobs of cash to throw around, you really don't have a lot of choices and you have to look and look and look and make lots of phone calls.

Over drinks, I told one of my soon-to-be flatmates that I want my room (or the whole apartment) to have white walls and cement floors coated with clear varnish with bits of splashes of silver paint. Yes, I want it to look like a Margiela store.

White walls with printed wallpaper.

Clear acrylic, glass and white furniture and interesting shapes.

As much as I want to buy very interesting furniture, I can't really afford it. I've been going around Ikea and been very tempted to buy the funiture and lighting fixtures that I want but I don't even have a place to put everything yet.

Photos of La Hotel Maison Champs-Elysees by Maison Martin Margiela from framemag.com

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Maybe It's More Like I've Become Lazy, Not Really Busy

I can't really say that I've been sick of this. Really. I know because I still check it on a regular basis secretly hoping that everything I want to put out here has miraculously been written by me while I was asleep. But I don't know.

When I was working in fashion, styling at least three shows a week and being surrounded by clothes and thinking of clothes for more than 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, I never really felt like dressing up or looking at fashion rags. Some of the things I used to do for and used to think of as fun suddenly felt like a chore. Maybe it's the same. I got a job in publishing. I don't really write, except for those event/dining/what-have-you listings that never go beyond a hundred words. But I don't know. It still involves words and browsing through them and scanning them making sure everything is perfect. I have no idea, really. Maybe I'm just making up some excuse subconsciously.

It's already March 2011. We're coming closer and closer to the end of the world predicted by those ancient Peruvians. Hell, I really don't know and I really don't care.

It's been quite boring lately, the past couple of weeks. So the picture there, you see, is I think one of the highlights, for the lack of a better word. Ed McFarlane of Friendly Fires diving and jumping a couple of meters away from me.

I remember hearing one friend's friends saying during the concert that that Friendly Fires song, Paris, is one of the most depressing songs ever.

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