Saturday, 18 October 2014

a beginners guide to getting your life together // organisation tips that aren't for the faint hearted


I'm almost obsessively into self improvement. The thought that you could actually make yourself better is too good not to take advantage of. Organisation, known on Sincerely Isabella as 'getting yo shit together' is the best way to improve your life and improve you, not that you're not already wonderful. Here's a big ol' compilation of my favourite ways to getting everything in order.

LIST IT UP
There's nothing quite like a good list. When life is a shitshorm, as it often seems to be, writing a list logically clears out the trash in your mind and what you're left with is direction (!!), purpose (!!!!) and all that jazz. 

An idea I've nicked from somewhere on the internet is dividing your to do lists into categories. I break it up a little bit by dividing my lists into URGENT (for things to be done that day), OVER THE HILL (the next few days), ON THE HORIZON (the next week), ACROSS THE SEA (the next month). 
 
GET TECHY 
Evernote is a free programme and app and it is my favourite thing. You can sort your stuff into notebooks, there like a special tick box you can put in your notes which is the best for to do lists. Using the calendar on your phone is a pretty fun time too because it allows you to remind yourself. 

WRITE IT DOWN
There is underrated merit in a big black note book and a felt tip. As much as I love Evernote and my phone, I always find myself coming back to my journal to plan things out. There is a point where the vastness of information you have at your fingertips becomes overwhelming and you need something simple you can hold in your hands. Also waking up, making a cup of tea and planning your day on paper is such a release of bad vibes and a wonderful way to start the day. 

MAKE IT PRETTY 
Stick gold stars on everything. Cover my books in your favourite illustrations. Invest in a shit ton on highlighters. Go crazy with stickers. Make it look swell. 

START AGAIN 
Writing a list of goals, a game plan for at the beginning of a week is cathartic way of clearing away the emotions and stresses of the previous week and opening yourself up. 

REWARD YOURSELF 
I've recently discovered the gold star emoji and I am never turning back. Gold stars are ridiculous but when I've done well, there's nothing quite like em' to make me feel accomplished. It's probably nostalgia. 

Gold stars all round, 
Bella 

Friday, 10 October 2014

some faith in us // celestial body vibes and an exciting new project (!!!)


LATE NIGHT LIGHT
There's a peak of inspiration. A point where the world suddenly feels so big and so wonderful and so ready to be explored that you can't stop you fingers from twitching and you have to scribble in your journal to keep them busy. And it's 2am and you're lying awake tapping your foot thinking about Buddhism and Berties' new film and bullshit. It's a point I've been at for the last few weeks but in a way that feels like potential energy that won't quite emancipate. It's frustrating. The inspiration's there, the motivation...not so much. My journal is full but I haven't left the house in days. 

The past few weeks have been coloured by nerves, a little bit of self doubt, avocado on toast, news shows, Graham Norton. I saw Bombay Bicycle Club a couple of weeks ago and MAN it was a good ol' gig. The kind that makes you feel alive in the way only live music can. A symphony of the senses of such. It all seemed to play out in sync - dancing in a way that was synchronised but not, light flashing in a way that felt epileptic but good (is that a thing!?), OMNIPRESENT SOUND hitting you from every angle. It's here that you start feeling a lot less like a physical human and a lot more like some kind of celestial body, especially when the band you're seeing is as talented as Bombay Bicycle Club. If you want to check them out (and YOU SHOULD): my favourites are Home By Now, Eyes off You and Come To. 


BOMBAY BICYCLE CLUB

I'll tell you what else is cause for celebration: late night news shows. I'm talking John Oliver and John Stewart. I think critical and analytical media is SO IMPORTANT, because it's very easy let your guard down and absorb media without a necessary bit of salt, which allows us to be a bit more subjective in the forming of our views. Also 'the two Johns,' are always entirely on point and hilarious. 

To a similar avail, does anyone know where Russel Brand has been lately? Here, and here and also here. His show The Trews (linked above) is dedicated to perpetuating a 'new frequency of truth,' and yes it's political but there is most definitely a psychological element to it, it's eye opening and I'm a little addicted (also bonus points to Mr. Brand because he is hilarious). 

I am going to do the gratitude thing now. 

The Good Stuff

+ Rookie Yearbook 3 is on it's way!
+ Feelings of insignificance → feelings of freedom 
+ Bergamont everything
+ Sun 
+ Grapefruit 
Mad Men


So in some of the late night bursts of inspiration I was talking about I had a few ideas about the direction I want this little blog to take. The first of which is that I want you (yes you!) to get involved. 

Projects that are collaborative are often the best kind of projects, 'Art Collective' is an across the board collaboration project that will be dedicated to showcasing work of online (I was thinking mostly younger, female people but it's in no one restricted to that demographic) creators. 

SO if you have art, photography, an essay, poetry or anything the world JUST NEEDS to see, send it in {sincerelyisabellablog@gmail.com}. The theme of the first instalment will be 'Mixed Bag,' so entirely unspecific but I was thinking it could become more theme based as the project chugs along. The first ART COLLECTIVE will be posted right here on Sincerely, Isabella so pull out your party hats because it's going to be a fun time. 

Carpe that diem loves, it's almost the weekend! 
Bella x

PS. guess who got the TWITTAH. you can follow me here

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

sea of love // a letter the ocean



The light isn't dappled, it's not subtle or complex. It's not a melancholy beauty or a layered narrative. It's smashing in a way that you get straight away. Bright, unapologetic light and salty toes. 4 million people, all part of a subconscious cult to the sea and the sand and the sun. This is the sea, baby and it is wonderful. 

I live in Australia, right, and it's around this time of year that everyone gets incredibly optimistic, packs up their turtlenecks and decides that it may be October, but Summer is practically here and beach season has begun! I love it. It's a feature of almost every person's life, a common denominator. I can remember fish and chips with my grandparents as a kid. I can remember the day I drank a watermelon with a straw. I can remember blue bottle stings and ice cream dropped in the sand and jumping off the jetty. 

My favourite things are the things that hit you with a full sensory experience. The ones that make you feel everything. The sea definitely does that for me. 

I don't really know if I want to stay in Australia for my whole life but this weird blue mass, filled with life that takes up a good 70% of our earth will always hold a special place in my heart. 

Bella x 


Monday, 29 September 2014

it's all happening // film club 04


Along with girl drummers, people that make me laugh and that feeling you get when you clean out your closet and chuck out a shit-ton of stuff.... film seems to be, and will probably remain, one of my favourite things. I like cinema, I like acting, I like romanticisation, I like soft light and well written soundtracks, sifting through emotion, exposing yourself to new ideas. If they're good, films open us right up and it feels fantastic.

I watched Almost Famous last week, and despite the odd cliche..I'd definitely say it resonated with me. The way you know something's resonated with you when you find yourself thinking about it and linking it to your life. There was a lotta discussion around authenticity and adolescence which accompanied feelings that have coloured my recent thoughts. Also...real talk: there was top notch groupie style throughout the entire film. I'm going to drop all critique here and just come out and say it to ya straight - I loved it, I really did.

I loved Magic in the Moonlight for it's southern France imagery and it's tasselled dresses and 20's soundtrack. I loved Emma Stone in it and some of the themes were good etc. etc. But there was this unmistakable unconvincingness that tainted the whole film, and I can't feel solidify it or specify it but I could feel it. Maybe it was that it was too similar to Midnight in Paris or because it's harder to respect Woody Allen following the abuse scandal.

I definitely enjoyed watching the film, but it's hard to distinguish if this was because of a love for the 20's themes or because it was actually a fantastic film. Solid effort but after losing all respect for Allen as a man, I don't know if I can take him seriously as a filmmaker.

Movies I absolutely must see include:
+ Une Femme Est Une Femme
+ Bottle Rocket
+ God Help The Girl
+ Heathers

I spent the entire day watching Sex and The City so here's to a bullshit free tomorrow,
Bella xx

Saturday, 20 September 2014

florals and hayfever // springtime aesthetic



Springtime is flowers. Springtime is picnics. Springtime is berries. Springtime is ocean swims. Spring time is waving goodbye to the sweet tunes of Bon Iver and bringing in Jay Z because you start to feel like dancing again. Springtime is honey on everything. Springtime is a gloomy cough that needs to kindly fuck off.

You want to push this spring in a particular direction. You want more long walks around the harbour, more photos, more time with the people you want to grow closer to, you want chiffon on a Sunday, you want dancing in fields, you want less tumblr, more life. 

You want more fruit, less cake. More green tea, less coffee. More books, less Instagram. More creating, less watching. More reflection, less idleness. More laughs. More music. More art. 

You're going to investigate French new wave cinema and ways you can cut down on carbon because global warming is not only very real but very scary. You're going to work out how to do the perfect cat eye. Find out more about Freudean psychology. Read more Donna Tart. Spend more time with people that make you laugh. You'll find out more about artists that are unknown, listen to more jazz, embrace insignificance. You're going to work and work for the things that matter. You're going to pull through. You're going to open up, say the things that need to be said. 

You're going to invest in making beautiful breakfasts, eat the avocado, squeeze the lemon, pop blueberries in your mouth. You're going to continue to write in second person because it's your favourite way to write. You're going to keep listening to Empire State of Mind even though it reminds you of your last day and makes you a little sad. You're going to keep being empathetic and keep trying to make the world a little better. You going to smile at the flowers and the bees. Your going to be a pal to everyone and be soft and light without compromising what you want and what's needed. 


You're going to smell like honey and sugar. You are going to say goodbye for a little while, to people that really mean a lot to you. You're not going to know how to feel. You're going to breathe, feel everything, smile and be daring. Hello spring, looking forward to spending some time with you. 

Bella xx 

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Dreamy.

I don't know if you've seen the cloud emoji, but if I was looking for a way to objectify how I've been feeling this last week that would be it. Fluffy, sleepy, dreamy, a little bit vague and also a little bit like the old school candy you see being pulled out on a hook. I feel like clouds and it's wonderful and a little scary because to a certain extent...when you feel like this you don't feel like your feeling everything. At least not to the full, not to the ends of your finger tips and the tip of your head. I had a lil' gathering a few weeks ago and I thought I'd share the photos from that wonderful night because..in their soft light and their gentle glow, they encapsulate entirely how I'm feeling.


I'm moving schools in a few weeks. The whole shebang: a new routine, new teachers, finding friends. This is my last week. And it's melancholy and nostalgic and exciting all at the same time. And I'm doing yoga and feeling pretentious. And I'm running. And it all feels very fast for someone who's been in the same vague, almost trance like mood for the last few weeks of a segment of her life. And it's only now that I'm realising that I'm embarking on a whole new segment of my life: one with a different vibe, a different soundtrack, a different feeling and that is a wee bit terrifying. 

I am really damn sleepy, my dears. Not the dreamy nice sleepy, the actual sleep deprived variant of sleepiness. I've been working on my history assignment for the last few hours and listening to songs from the 1920's because I watched 'Magic in the Moonlight,' today and I fear I may have fallen in love with Emma Stone and the 1920's a little bit more (minus the discrimation and shittiness, of course) and I went for a long run around Sydney harbour this morning and the sunlight was doing wonderful things on the water, you could smell summer and it felt very blissful. It was a good day. 

Also I am a little pissed off, and when I say a little pissed off what I really mean is furious, that Darren Wilson, a white police man who shot and killed Mike Brown, an innocent black teen in Ferguson, Missouri about 5 weeks ago hasn't been arrested. It's been 5 whole weeks and I think it's of SUCH importance that we keep the story alive, because it raises a whole lotta questions about race and injustice in relation to 'the system' and having that debate can slowly and steadily spark positive change.

So my dears, I am writing to you at the opening of a week of goodbyes and changes and acceptance. Goals include: doing a lotta exercise to keep up those endorphins, munching on bucket loads of fruit and working of poetry to sift through the complex feelings I am having and will inevitably continue to have.  

One last thought before I sign off for the night: after doing a little bit of reading on Buddhism, I've been trying to think of myself as a 'cosmic being,' as such instead of something entirely concrete. Trying to think of my body as a veichle for my spirit. It sounds like hippie bullshit, I am aware of this but in this mind frame everything does seem just a little more real and my body stops being something I need to critique, which is a breath of fresh air along with a slightly puzzling psychological knot to pick at. 

Sending sleepy, dreamy vibes your way - I promise,
Bella xx 

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

This Is Not A Post About Feminism

SOURCE
I do this thing, ok? I do it because I want to embrace every aspect of myself without oppression of any sort, and I want the roughly half the population that's in the same boat to do the same. I do it because I don't remember signing up for being second rate when I emerged from the womb. I do it because this idea woven into almost every business, every culture, every country, every subgroup on Earth has caused so much pain that how could I not want to dig it out and throw it far, far away. 
This thing I do is called being a feminist and I promise you it's not it's not scary or arrogant or fuelled by male hatred. Feminism is about equality. That's the phrase you take away from this post, the one you etch into your skull, the one you graffiti all  over town. Feminism is about equality. 

For me, the effort to eradicate an unjust idea that's a source of oppression and suffering worldwide and has been for hundreds of years, is not only a super rad important thing to do, it's also just common sense. So if you're scared of the heavily stigmatised label, I guess you could say this is a post about equality, a post about common sense. 

GET YO FACTS RIGHT
+  Women make up two thirds of the world's illiterate population. 
+  Compromise two thirds of the exploited informal work force
+   One third of the world’s girls are married before the age of 18 and 1 in 9 are married before the age of 15.
+  In AustraliaOn average, annualised full-time earnings for women are 18.2% less than for men. 
+   In Australia, Women represent 3.5% of CEOs in the ASX 200, and 2.4% in the ASX 500

This is clearly bullshit but don't you dare complain about it because god forbid you might be one of those crazy-ass feminist types. A common attitude seems to be, '18.2% less? Oh stop complaining, you'll be fine.' But I don't want to settle for getting there. I don't want to settle for 18.2% less money, or a lower chance at a CEO position based on a lucky draw of genetic makeup. 

Because besides the fact it's just really damn unfair, it's the key idea behind this unfairness that really gets me. Whether it was 40% or 50% or even 90% less, the key idea is be the same. The idea that a women is not of the same value as a man.  
All these individual examples come back to that idea, no matter the degree of oppression or the context. Each specific example of oppression is this idea of inequality personified, no matter the situation. In order to shift the attitudes and behaviours towards women, I think we need to shift the ideals surrounding men and women. Once the attitudes towards women change...so will the behaviours. 

OTHER COOL SHIT U SLD WATCH 
+ Blurred Lines - feminst parody
+  Laci Green's video
+  this wonderful, incredible on point video 

Stay cool, loves. 
Bella xx