Now that I've calmed down and I'm somewhat more relaxed I now feel comfortable in posting about the week I've had. It wasn't pretty and the picture somewhat depicts what went down on Wednesday morning at exactly 6.34am accept I wouldn't put myself as the old lady behind the wheel of the car, but more the guy that was.
Who would ever expect that you'd wake up that morning, which was no diff than any other morning, get dressed, look forward to hitting the drive-through to grab a cup of your fav java to start the day before heading to work and have someone else sprawled across the hood of your car when you least expect it.
So first I'll 'splain what happened this way I have it written somewhere when I need to recall it in front of the judge when I go fight the ticket and I am fighting it with the aide of my traffic cop bro-in-law who says that I should. I was slapped with a $150.00 ticket for 'Failing to yield to a pedestrian'.
I DID make the proper stop at the stop sign when I exited the java shop and why wouldn't I because I was about to go East bound and had to cross lanes going both ways with morning traffic of all those others needing to get to work to start their day. So, no cars coming, nobody crossing at the walk, I take my foot off the break and hedge forward and next thing I know a jay walker appears out of nowhere and I can't see a damn thing cause he's covered my windshield and hood with himself and his java he'd been carrying.
Shocked? I was stunned! I had to ask the dude where the fawk he came from cause there was NO ONE within my vision that I could gander crossing. So I go over to the guy who moved to sit on the curb and get him to show me his leg which he says is the only thing hurting. Not even a scratch on it. Not on my car either. Just a splattered sticky mess of java.
Being the good guy even though I felt responsible I called dispatch at the cop station and explained what happened. I might as well have called 911 cause it would have amounted to the same shit. Within 10 (yeah I counted) 10 minutes I was surrounded by sirens of 3 cop cars, 1 ambulance and a firetruck. Don't get me wrong I love men in uniform but on this day? Hell no! I was completely traumatized and almost put my hands up in surrender. It felt like I was involved in a live Law and Order show and I was ready to be told: put your hands up and get cuffed for being a criminal. My legs shook, I sweat profusely and I shattered completely. They thought I'd be the one who had to be loaded in the ambulance. The guy I'd hit who said he was running for the bus stop told em all that it was an accident and no harm done. That I clearly hadn't seen him. But to me the pressure still wasn't off.
Anyhow to shorten this long arse story, I was slapped with that ticket, the dude that body slammed into my car is fine and out of harms way and I'm the one who went back home feeling utterly like I'd been the one to have gotten hit by a car. Hell I'll stop for even a tiny little squirrel to allow it to cross the street!
Anyhow that's been my week and I'm still recovering from it. Thanks for reading and please don't judge. I've already judged myself and my sanity over this which is very much not intact yet.
I like this group and felt like posting about them today. It's the mood I'm in that's prompt me to choose them. I can relate to every song at the moment.
When I first glanced at a pic of this guy to say I was enthralled was a given. I was besotted, entranced by his beauty and as I saw more and more of him around the modeling circuit I wanted, no I needed to know more about him so I went in research of what I could find on him and decided to blog my findings. If anyone looked I'm sure they'd find the same, but I'm going to save you the time. Below is the details on this exquisite, gorgeous man who can alter without hardship into appearing as a chick. Impressive? Very much so! :sighs: To be 20 years old again.
Enjoy.
Andrej Pejic
Biography
Country of origin: Bosnia-Herzegovina
Father is Croatian, mother is Serbian. From WWD profile December 20, 2010: "Since the fashion industry first began asking “Who’s the blonde girl?” at the Paris men’s shows in June (2010), 19-year- old Serbian Australian model Andrej Pejic has emerged as a poster boy for fashion androgyny. His long, platinum blonde hair and feminine features caught the attention of, among others, Steven Meisel and Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott. Jean Paul Gaultier not only booked Pejic for his spring 2011 men’s show, he also cast him in his spring ad campaign alongside Czech supermodel Karolina Kurkova. Now it looks like Marc Jacobs may also be going the guess-the-gender route for his Marc by Marc Jacobs spring campaign. Pejic recently returned from shooting the ads in Marrakech with Juergen Teller alongside look-alike Latvian (female) model Ginta Lapina. Born in Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Pejic and his family fled the war-torn region in the Nineties before settling as refugees in Melbourne, Australia."
His Favorite quote:
"You are horrified at our intending to do away with private property. But in your existing society, private property is already done away with for nine-tenths of the population; its existence for the few is solely due to its non-existence in the hands of those nine-tenths. You reproach us, therefore, with intending to do away with a form of property, the necessary condition for whose existence is the non-existence of any property for the immense majority of society." Karl Marx
About Andrej: if life is a stage...i demand better lighting
Relationship Status: Single
Sex: Male
Birthdate: 28 August 1991
Birthplace: Tuzla, Bosnia & Herzegovina
Ethnic Origin: Serbian/Croatian
Nickname: Sexy
Where were you scouted? Melbourne, Australia
Best feature: Legs
Favourite beauty product: M.A.C, John Frieda
Favourite Movie: Monster
What’s on your iPod? David Bowie, Amanda Lear
Guilty Pleasure: Gummy Bears
Dislike: Insects
Dream country to visit: Brazil
What was the last dream you remember? Flying
One word to describe yourself: Promiscuous
Height: 6’2” / 187.96 cm
Chest: 36” / 91.44 cm
Waist: 30” / 76.2 cm
Shoes: 10 UK / 44.5 EU
Suit Size: 39 UK / 49 EU
Hair: Light Blonde
Eyes: Green
Beautiful boys
November 12, 2010
Fashion is on the crest of a new 'femimen' trend, writes Janice Breen Burns.
Andrej Pejic is a slender, spectacularly beautiful blond, a softly spoken 19-year-old from Broadmeadows whose prospects in modeling, just a few years ago, would have been negligible. His ''look'' is the effeminate opposite of the lean, handsome, muscle-ripped male models more typically cast for ad campaigns and fashion runways since the late 1980s.
But, 18 months ago, Matthew Anderson, director of Chadwick Models in Melbourne, recognised a flicker of the future in Pejic. ''His beauty,'' he says, ''was extraordinary. He's also intelligent and it's amazing, really, that he survived growing up in Broadmeadows, that he's just so comfortable in his own skin.''
At the time, Blind Freddy could predict that, as a model, Pejic would not be cast to sell jackhammers or Y-fronts. But, Anderson recognised instantly that Pejic's ''femiman'' look was so jarringly feminine, so shockingly beautiful, it would intrigue fashion's most creative photographers, producers and editors. ''He probably wasn't going to be commercial,'' Anderson recalls. ''But it was a look that was really exciting, very interesting, very high fashion.''
Advertisement: Story continues below There was an initial flurry of local interest in Pejic, including his walking in Melbourne's Spring Fashion Week shows, which the teenager juggled with VCE study. Anderson then packed him off to London, then Paris, then Tokyo, to test his theory. ''Andrej was definitely a calculated risk; we really weren't sure how it would work out. In the global financial crisis, a lot of commercial decisions were being made above creative ones and that meant the strong man, Chesty Bond-types were more likely to work.''
Pejic, however, was greeted with a certain joy. ''The photographers seemed to like my look,'' he says. ''They talked about the extreme androgyny and commented a lot on how thin I am.'' Since leaving his mother, brother and Broadmeadows home last February, Pejic admits he has lost weight, a fact that only intensified his angular beauty and appeal to stylists, who promptly plucked his eyebrows into elegant arcs, ran trails of shadow over his lids, straightened or waved his mane of pale hair and added a slick of lip colour or gloss to his soft, pillow lips.
''I don't mind that; I was happy with that look because I was always experimenting with it, even before I started modelling,'' he says. ''There are a lot of boys who look like me in the fashion industry, but they're not prepared to have it made intense like that.''
Pejic resolved to be one of the few who would, and it has paid off. He is feted on industry websites, including Japan's Vogue Hommes as modelling's ''one to watch''. During the menswear season in Paris in June, he walked in shows for Jean Paul Gaultier, John Galliano and Raf Simmons, among others. He says his appearance caused a fascinating unease.
''At first everyone thought there must be a blonde girl doing all the men's shows,'' he laughs. ''They asked Raf Simmons if he was doing women's wear now. They figured it out eventually.''
After Paris, the commissions accelerated. Vogue Paris editor Carine Roitfeld, renowned for her razor radar, cast and styled Pejic for a spread in her August issue based on transsexual icons.
''Kate Moss dropped into that shoot,'' Pejic says casually, ''She said how beautiful everything was, and jumped around a bit.'' Later, Pejic was cast for an Arena Homme Plus editorial, then by Italian Vogue for its November issue, a spread called ''Venus in Furs'' shot by Steven Meisel and featuring two other ''femimen'' models, and by Turkish Vogue for a 16-page spread, ''Androjen''. Fashion blogger Patty Huntington, of Frockwriter.com.au, says Pejic's body of work, particularly his commissions for three Vogue mastheads, is probably unique.
''[I] can't think of any other time that a new Australian model has been so heavily showcased in multiple international editions of the world's best-known fashion magazine brand in such a short space of time,'' she wrote.
Matthew Anderson believes it is simply that Pejic, and another promising model he recently signed with an equally strong ''femiman'' look, James Varley, 21, have materialised at a tipping point in the global fashion Zeitgeist. ''Society and cultural values have changed, are changing,'' Anderson says. ''People - young, particularly - are more accepting of all kinds of sexuality and ways of life. It reminds me of the 1980s, when ambiguous sexuality was accepted and people weren't ashamed to show it and sell it.''
For Varley, the fast-talking, highly creative MelbourneUniversity science student tipped by Anderson to follow a career trajectory similar to Pejic's, the rising relevance of ''femimen'' is also about a global groundswell of yearning and hope among his generation. ''What's androgyny? It's the middle ground. It's halfway,'' he says. ''It's unity, but still with individuality.'' He plans to waive his studies and filmmaking, if he has to, for a semester, a year, or more, to cash in on his evocative boy/girl beauty, hopefully in London and Paris.
''I'd like to do what Andrej's done,'' he says. ''I'm more of a rock dude myself; I've even got a bad teenage beard at the moment, but I'm shaving it all off for the androgynous look.''
Since we've somehow wound up on a poetry kick thanks to Scrappy, I've found three poems that my dark, deviant mind has written in the past and on one I actually won in a contest. See if you can guess which of these three won.
THE MASTER
Feel the heat of his breath upon your skin
Feel the flutter of his fingers from your trim waist, up your arms to the clef in your chin
Feel the moment he controls the strokes without letting you come
Feel the power radiate to the point you are numb
Feel the whip as he wields it with precision and accuracy
Feel the dominating touch of his intimacy
He’ll make you beg
He’ll make you plead
He’ll make you whimper, cry out for mercy
He’ll make you NEED
It’s the power of the Master
THE WHIP:
I whistle lethally threw the air
I burn you with my pointed licks
I give you unlimited endless pleasure
I also give you unbearable pain you will feel down to the roots of your hair
I will worship your skin like a heated lovers caress
I can mark you to my satisfaction
I can make you bleed
But I will always sing by your reaction
Without you I am nothing and it is you I will always need.
AFTERGLOW:
Hearts of Steel in the afterglow
Hearts that beat with a steady flow
Hearts to remember
Hearts to forget
Hearts that are easily broken, but yet,
Hearts can always mend
Hearts will pump the blood stronger
harder faster
Hearts are fragile, easily trampled, easy to bend,
yet after an endless moment stranded in time and as you grow...
Hearts remain steel in the afterglow
