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Lani Says is food & music she loves, interviews with local artists and sharing stories of her life with the man she loves.

Category: PoV

Things I’ve learnt from watching The Ultimate Fighter…

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Last night I got sucked into a replay and recap of the first episode of The Ultimate Fighter 17. 28 dudes fighting for 14 spots on the show, from all walks of life, having gone through all manner of hardship to get to this point, with high hopes that this will change their lives, pay their bills and make their families proud. This all makes for a very emotionally charged show, with many moments of  triumph paired with heartbreak and disappointment. It’s why I love shows like this, boxings 24/7 and sports docos like ESPN’s 30 for 30, because we see all the talk, all the work and all the belief, but ultimately it ends with a winner and a loser. It is equal measures sobering and inspirational.

Here are a few things that stuck with me from that episode :

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chillin’ with no make-up on

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Who else feels so much better about not wearing any make up in summer?

I think it’s the lovely light that the warmer weather brings and the extra happiness that sunshine can give you, it does something to your skin and your mood and the way you feel about yourself, right? Or, maybe that’s just me.

delayed bits & pieces – the long, sick, weekend

Image: http://kaanivorous.tumblr.com/ - Cult Couture

So, I had many a grand and bloggable plan for the long weekend, and indeed it began promising, but for the most part it was utter shit. This is because it ended with me being bed-ridden Sunday, Monday and most of Tuesday because I ate something that caused me to throw up for hours and hours on end. I’m not pointing any fingers, but Denny’s wedges – I’m giving you the side-eye. Anyway, before falling violently ill, I walked in a couple of FASHUN shows.

The first being the ‘Arrange Collective’ show, on Friday morning. It was a show I was pretty excited to be in because it was 5 young designers who had decided to put on their own event, to present their inaugural runway collections - Emma Gleason, Georgia Pratt, Glen Prentice, Jack Roy and Thistle Brown. It’s rad that they had the balls to put themselves out there like that and just do it, and I always get inspired to see people making use of their talents. Their show was so professional, well put together, totally packed out, and has been receiving great reviews.

Walking for Georgia Pratt & Glen Prentice : Images from Rouse & Thread

Cult Couture, a show I’ve done about four times now, is heavy on entertainment and wearable art. For me, I feel it’s equal parts insane garments and naked madness backstage, trying to change from intricate, three piece outfits like a metal hooped skirt with long train, bodice and huge hat into a weaved two piece held together only by sea-shells – or a side-boobage vest with pants that don’t stay up unless I hold them up. It’s always madness, but fun. That’s what I did Saturday night:

Image: http://kaanivorous.tumblr.com/ - Cult Couture

And then, I got sick. Game over. Ah well. What’s that saying about being one stomach flu away from your goal weight? Yeah, nah, f**k that. So as not to end the post on a downer though, earlier on in the week my boy Rohan took me to the stage production of Mary Poppins at The Civic. It was pretty spectacular really. I liked that it wasn’t exactly like the movie, so there were a few surprises thrown in, and some definite ‘wow’ moments where my jaw-dropped. I also realised, that if I’m going to continue to sit in the nose-bleed seats, I need stronger glasses :/

Thanks Rohan!

bits & pieces

Here’s a round up of things I’ve been loving this week, and things you should get along to:

ONE FIFTY EXHIBITION:

This ONE FIFTY exhibition  is such a cool idea, make sure you get there on Saturday and grab yourself a very affordable piece of art from the world renowned graffiti crew TMD – but you gotta be quick, they’re only letting in the first 150 people. Read below for more details :

“Top local artists (and members of world-renown graffiti crew TMD) Askew One, Elliot Francis Stewart (Deus) and Gary Silipa (Ryze) are holding a trio-exhibition that takes the ʻONE FIFTYʼ title to the extreme. The exhibition theme runs exclusively around the number ONE FIFTY. There will be ONE FIFTY pieces of art exhibited; each piece will be ONE FIFTYmm x ONE FIFTYmm; each item costs ONE FIFTY dollars; doors open at ONE FIFTY pm on Saturday 15 September at ONE FIFTY four, Ponsonby Rd, Auckland; exhibition runs for ONE FIFTY minutes (end time 4.20pm); and only the first ONE FIFTY entrants will be allowed through the door! There will also be ONE FIFTY beers and ONE FIFTY glasses of wine for guests, plus ONE FIFTY mini chocolate cupcakes (available for ONE FIFTY [$1.50] each).”

Julia & Libby:

I’m really loving the website of sisters Julia & Libby. There’s a lot of really helpful and informative tips on healthy living, packed full of information about what foods are good for you, and why, with simple recipes for meals and treats. I know health stuff can often be a bit intimidating, I’m usually one of those people who gets easily turned off by that sort of thing – but I think the girls do it in a way that’s really accessible and easy to get your head around. I went out immediately and bought the ingredients for their Mushroom Quinoa Salad, and had it for dinner and lunch. Here’s a picture of mine below, it’s nowhere near as pretty looking as theirs is, but it was yum:

Moustache Milk & Cookie Bar :

Auckland’s first Milk & Cookie Bar opens at 12 Wellesley Street, this Friday, at 7 am (i.e TOMORROW!! SHALL WE GO?!?!??!!!) And as you can see, I’m quite excited. There’s a really cool article about Moustache over at Denizen – or you can check out their own website and facebook page. Can you imagine all the amazing instagram pics we’re going to get out of this place? lulz. But actuals. And factuals.

Emu Sheepskin Boots:

I got sent these Emu sheepskin boots about a week ago, and seriously, they are the best things to have happened to my feet. They are so freaking comfy. I wish it was socially acceptable to leave the house in them, because I would never take them off. Instead, the first thing I do when I come home is take my shoes off and pop these babies on. Feet heaven.

Lani Says on IAMTV:

Oh hey, it’s ME, on the youtubes. I already shared this on my facebook page, but they’ve now uploaded just my part on youtube so have a watch if you want to learn a little more about me and a behind the scenes look at NZ Fashion Week 2o12.

NZFW 2012 – The Round Up

Exhibition at the Huffer Party

I feel like, even though I was frantically uploading pictures from the shows all week, I’ve hardly spoken to you guys!! Fashion Week was a great experience and being there as a blogger for the first time makes me have so much more respect for all the other bloggers I’ve been following over the years, especially the ones who manage to review the shows as well as post images. I really have no idea what I’m doing with a camera, so for every good picture you see up here, I’ve had to trawl through a hundred crappy ones to find it. That shit takes time, y’all. Once I’ve done that, cropped, re-sized, etc. etc. my mind goes blank and trying to string together a coherent sentence about a collection is not. finna. happen. dawg.

It’s probably for the better anyway because I’m certainly no fashion critic. I can tell you what I like though. So here are a few of my favourite things from New Zealand Fashion Week 2012:

Favourite Show I didn’t go to : twenty-seven names

Image : FOUREYES

It’s well documented I love me some heart prints, and polka dots  and the twenty-seven names show had all that, plus a super cute navy playsuit and strawberry prints. They also launched a very cool site showing off the collection straight after show, with a video of the models rapping to Nas ‘Made You Look.’ Bravo.

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you’re not dying…

This one is for all my fellow people of good health, but really, it’s just me giving myself a kick up the ass. I’ve been kinda MIA from the blog as of late, if you hadn’t already noticed. I can’t really explain it – I was feeling great about the year, really motivated and positive…and then I wasn’t. Nothing in particular happened, one day I was up, the next I was down. I had a brain block, and I moped around for a bit, complained a lot and generally had a bit of a quarter life crisis. “WHAT AM I DOIIIING WITH MY LIIIIIIFE??” etc, etc. After one particular melt down, the boyfriend, after indulging my tantrum for awhile, ended it along the lines of, ‘look, you’re healthy, you’re not dying, so what do you have to complain about?’ How’s that for putting things in perspective? Essentially, he was saying there’s no reason why I can’t do everything or anything I set my mind to. And, really, the only answer to that question is, nothing. I have nothing to complain about. So, here’s to not being a whiny dick anymore. Better living everyone!

i live for you…

out. of. it

If you’re going out on the town in NYC, there will be many times during the night where you will say to yourself, ‘that’s out of it.’ Some parts of the night fit into the ‘what goes on tour, stays on tour’ category – other parts, like randomly rolling round in a limo from one club to another (LOL), that’s kinda out of it. Or, walking into a club and seeing Rick Ross and DJ Khaled standing in the middle of the floor mouthing lyrics to their songs, while people circle around them taking pictures  - well, that’s pretty out of it. Seeing Chad Muska leave a club and hop on his bicycle to bike home, that’s a bit out of it ay? Going to one of the most hipster clubs I’ve ever been to and hearing a guy with a bandana tied around his head Axl Rose style complain to his friend, “Dude, don’t you think the exclusivity of this place has really lowered in like, just a week??’ well, that’s just hilarious. Of course, I’m sure local New Yorkers have this kind of stuff happen all the time to the point where it’s just nothing to em, and that in itself, is out of it as.

no sleep + good times

tired face (photo: YDNA)

Oh boy, what a day of self-inflicted pain. You know those nights when you think you’re gonna just have a couple of quiet ones and then go home? Yeah…nah ay. Went to the launch of the NBA 2k12 game, and at about the time we should have been leaving, we found out that Jadakiss and Busta Rhymes were about to perform. Add to that free drinks with the 80 percent liquor, 20 percent mixer ratio that seems to be the norm for bars in the US and all hopes of an early night were dashed. On top of that I decided it would be a better idea to not go to sleep at 2am, but to stay up til 430 am to watch the Manu Samoa game. Oh, did I mention I needed to be up at 630 am?? Approximate time of sleep achieved: one hour. On the bright side, I got to do a bunch of touristy stuff I wouldn’t have done if I’d given in to my very strong desires today for MORE SLEEP. F**k. the. frail. shit.

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up 2 Irene?

 

Just got back from a very busy supermarket stocking up on the basic essentials, water, tinned food, candles, matches etc. as we begin to wait for Hurricane Irene to hit. Judging by the weather right now you’d never guess a storm was on the way – the supermarket tells a different story though, with shelves empty that once held bread and water. But still, no one seems too worried here, more like a ‘better safe than sorry’ approach. According to this, West Harlem is at risk from flooding from a Category 3 Hurricane – and so far it’s sitting at a Category 2. It will be weird to see the city essentially shut down tomorrow from midday, with all public transport coming to a halt. Being confined indoors sounds fine right now though, I’m still battling the flu and sleep deprivation due to the humidity and jet lag. Yesterday I managed to get out for a wee bit in the Lower East Side and Broadway.

Peanut butter cookie, chocolate ice-cream sandwich.

Sushi and mints from Dean and Deluca, on my Felicity shit.

 

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