Model du jour: Bambi Northwood Blyth ["GUUUURL" I hear you cry. Child, Bambi is just a nickname. Her real name is....who cares? With a nickname like that? Let the outstanding journalism continue...] from Australia. Despite being 5'7" [insert inevitable comparison to Kate Moss], she has quickly risen up the ranks and walked for a slew of designers including Chanel. With brows that Sandy Cohen would be proud of. Me being the devoted fashion/ editorial acolyte that I am, I first spotted her in this photo spread by Beau Grealy. It was girl crush at first sight. I still harbour fanciful dreams of becoming a fashion photographer and these are the kinds of photos that inspire me. 
Her in current CK one campaign with modeling heavyweights [figuratively not literally speaking] Lara Stone and Abbey K.
You'll have to forgive my weird mood. I literally have been up for 30 + hours straight. This started with impromptu ladies night on Thursday as a friend from uni was in town. 5 hrs, 4 sangrias, 2 jello shots and whatever else led to much tequila texting and painful hangover the next day compounded by general feeling of malaise. In all my infinite wisdom I had also agreed to be part of an overnight shoot last night, which turned out to be a credit card TV ad that was shot in Elements mall. Now, anyone who's ever watched Where The Heart Is, starring a [fictitiously] knocked up Natalie Portman who gets abandoned by her hick of a boyfriend at a Walmart in Oklahoma and ends up secretly living in the shopping centre for 6 weeks, has surreptitiously, fleetingly, harboured a desire to sneak into a mall and stay past closing hours. Don't lie. I know you have. Or at least you will when you watch the film (see trailer bottom of page). Stay with me! There is a point to this convoluted story. See glamorous setting below:
And so the only thing mentally propping me up last night amidst a hangover, sleep deprivation, annoyingly chatty fellow "stars" [nah they were nice, just a bit too peppy for me in my fragile state] was the fulfillment of a dream I've had since I was 14. Staying overnight in a mall. You know what they say, dream big!! And malls in Hong Kong have stuff like cinemas, ice rinks, water fountains, and CRYSTAL-BEDAZZLED MERCEDES BENZS [benzes?!]. Yeah Walmart, suck it.
Male models being paid to repeatedly to run past me holding boxes of wine. I've had worse days at work
Very 28 days later
Spent a hefty amount of time being sprayed with confetti in this scene. 
Got bored, took photos of flowers I liked in Three Sixty. [NIC: HINT]
I need a bucket of froyo and a hug. Hangovers, overnighters [this was a "working" one]: self inflicted, ever deserving of sympathy?
Am so going to watch Where the Heart is now.
xxx