1. Paperbacks
Coming from an old-school, ex-commie intelligentsia family, Mum taught me well. I read literary fiction, travel fiction, short stories, political philosophy, historical non-fiction, you name it. I don’t read romance, sci-fi, fantasy or crime. Never had a thing for genre fiction. I don’t read hardcovers, and try to stick to second hand bookstores, opshops and markets when buying paperbacks.
And. I refuse to buy books from Borders.
Favourite bookstore: The Paperback Shop, 60 Bourke St Melbourne
2. Macbook
I was given my first Macbook from my parents when I was admitted to law school, and there’s nothing quite like these pearly white machines. I hate the fact that Apple’s changing more and more of their laptop computers to a silver case, it’s so wrong. Macs = white. Period.
3. Pink Sony Cybershot
I’m not a tech person, and this camera’s getting old, but I’ve come to love it, it matches my phone, and the colour of my bedroom wall, why not?
Carried at all times: my Sony Cybershot
4. Frankie
If you love beauty, fashion, but hate the way Vogue and Marie Claire has dumbed down, airbrushed and theorised vanity, Frankie is the mag for you. Beautifully obscure women grace their front covers, indie bands write their own snippets inside, the photography is brilliant in its simplicty, the layout is uniform and neater than most magazines out there. But most of all, this magazine has substance, it doesn’t just resort to giving films and promotional books 4 stars, instead it reviews biscuits based on dippability, or brands of toilet paper rolls based on butt texture. When Frankie talks about relationships, it doesn’t teach you how to suckle on a banana, it asks you what gave you your first glimpse of the grown up world, what you stole from your best friend’s lunch box… Okay, perhaps not the epitome of substance as far as Times or the Economist are concerned. But in between the tongue-in-cheek columns are some pretty serious stuff about social issues and admirable Gen Ys as well. Flove it. I’m taking out a subscription for Xmas.
5. Lucas Paw paw ointment
You can’t get this overseas, and I mock all those who don’t own at least 6, randomly thrown into different handbags, wallets, pencil cases, bathroom cabinets, under car seats, on top of the TV, behind your bookshelf, inside your pillow… I mock you all!
Pawww Pawwwww
6. Moleskines
Back when I was a teenybopper, Morning Glory stationary, with their barf-worthy English inscriptions (“the fresh breeze of Spring makes me think of you, forever in love…”), made me excited, motivated me to become superorganised. These days, I’m supposed to have better class and taste, and have hence moved on to Moleskines. Something about these black leather bound journals that inspires infinite possibilities. I own 4, increasing by 2 per year (one diary, one notebook for class).
7. Ipod Touch
What kind of self-respecting Gen-Y wouldn’t own an Ipod? After the demise of my first iPod (death by dropping into a public toilet, it’s a thrilling tale, I wish to do it justice some other time), I bought the (then) newly released iPod touch, and haven’t looked back since.
8. Tennis
Because if I didn’t mention it, you could have never guessed my obsession with tennis. I can be subtle like that, just like I can be subtle about who my favourite player is.
OT:
One of my friend’s messenger nick is reading: “In Tennis Nation, Djokovic approval ratings rival President Bush’s in France.” 
I was told this comes from Wertheim.
Filed under: Passion for Fashion, Tennis Funhouse | Tagged: Apple, Frankie Magazine, iPod, Lucas Papaw Ointment, Macbook, Moleskines, Novak Djokovic, Sony Cybershot, tennis
