And I thought having 5 ear piercings was sticking to the man.Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Friday, 20 March 2009
how to deal with insomnia in the 21st century
saaaave me i'm bored
saw a nu rave albino on the tube
shubz...everyman
can i identify the ion in this ionic solutions? why yes, i do believe i can. whoopdee fuck
just got locked out for three hours
is being sarcastic to someone
if sucked
is 'sly'
far out
i'm allergic to carrots
Saturday, 14 March 2009
guyliner time
But it gets worse.
In the eyes of my friends I don't have fantastic taste in men. Yesterday I pointed out a boy who I have developed a slight crush on to my friend and she just laughed. But even I had never gone down the 'emo boy' route. Until now.
Let me make one thing clear, I am definitely not passing judgement on anyone who listens to that style of music, or likes those types of boys or who is emo in any way. All i'm saying is that for me this is totally out of character. I like my musicians melodically aware and talented (sorry, I can't help judging the music just a tad) and I like my men manly. Russell Brand being an absolute exception. Along with Noel Fielding. I don't really like it when boys straighten their hair, cry and write depressing poetry which for me are the defining factors of 'emo boys'.
However I have developed a slight crush on a man who is not only a main stream caricature of what it is to be 'emo' but has also been described by about 50% of the inernet's population as an absolute 'douche' (a term which deeply disturbs me, hence the inverted commas, but is oh so fun to say). I do agree, he looks like an idiot and he ruined Ashlee Simpson, whose tv show I did once watch, with the laughing friend, for about 4 hours straight. My point is that I understand the hatred. But look at him:
He's adorable! I want to kiss him all over his make-up smeared face.
So, I'm sorry England. I'm sorry to everyone who thinks that emo is just the money making side kick of the good, old fashioned goth. I'm going to keep crushing on this one for a while longer. And while I do I will be dance dance-ing and wondering if people have ever heard of closing the god damn door.
Much love.
Friday, 27 February 2009
In which I am way over tired and probably embarrass myself*
1. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles
It's probably their best known album and as a huge fan I feel like I should be giving some unreleased album that no one's heard of but I adore this album in so many different ways that I couldn't not put it in.If you only hear one song make it: 'A day in the life'. Amazing lyrics and generally beautiful.
Back to Black was the more successful of her two albums but this one would beats it down to the ground. Every song tells a story and I love that. I will never get bored of this album.
Bob Dylan is probably my favourite song writer of all time and although I find some of the songs on this album a little to long and repetitive it is really an amazing work of art.
The perfect mix of soft rock and funk with fantastic vocals. I love every song on this album. They are also fantastic live.
This may be cheating but I couldn't choose just one Cure album and this an amalgamation of all my favourite songs with, again, fantastic lyrics.Tuesday, 17 February 2009
whimsical magic in New York
The mind behind the collection. She is so adorable!
I know so many blogs do fashion week coverage and I'm trying to stay away from it as much as possible but I really thought this collection was too amazing not to write about.
Much Love.
Monday, 16 February 2009
a small confession
Photograph of Agyness Deyn for British VogueThis photograph represents my dreams for the future. It on the wall by my bed and I look at it and wish for it every single day.
Much Love.
Monday, 9 February 2009
patchwork skirts and french stylists
Photo from Wardrobe RemixI am instead turning to styl icons more suited to this temperature. One in particular being Géraldine Saglio, the assistant stylist for French Vogue. Her style is nothing like my normal floaty, ditzy, hippy self but I love how parisian her outfits are, all black and white and navy, so perfect.

This is my favorite outfit of hers that I've seen yet. I adore skinny waisted belts and fringing especially both in black. She is also so beautifully fresh faces and tousled. I'm sure she steps out of bed looking this amazing.
When I live in Paris she will probably be my best friend.
Well, I can dream.
Much love.
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Give me a smile I can keep for a while
Dance wiv me by Dizzee Rascal feat. Calvin Harris
It snowed all last night and has been snowing all day as well! I know this is a very regular occurrence for many people in the world but in London (where I live) it hasn't snowed this much since 2003.
Truth be told, I don't like being out in the snow that much. It's fine for an hour or two but after that I think it becomes too wet, too cold and slightly tedious.
What I do love, however, is dressing for the occasion. So today I emerged from my room in my purple tutu skirt, grey woolen jumper and black leggings, pretty pleased with my 'snow costume' (I was going for an icicle fairy look). My mum took one look at my outfit and predicted that I would be cold. She was right. After 10 minutes of building a snow cat with my baby sister my bum was freezing. This upset me and I ended up changing into jeans but couldn't help fantasizing about snow outfits, so, using the power of polyvore, I've made some up.
Ice princess
Much Love
Sunday, 25 January 2009
i'd like to like you like you like me
My linguistic powers (pfft) will soon be gracing yours ears soon enough.
For the mean time, however some beautiful, and inspiring, images:




And an amazing website: http://www.theselby.com/
Sunday, 18 January 2009
They were talking in whispers, in bear skins and fur
One of them is my 'stretch bull denim slim skirt' in silver which comes out as a kind of off white. I have only worn it a handful of times but do love. And it's not even properly white.

- It's white. You may call it 'blonde' or 'honey' or 'cream' but to me it is very much white.
- It has the word yeti in the name twice. Is this trying to warn me of something? Should I heed its warning?
What do you think?
Buy it and maybe end up covered in stains, wandering in the mountains (of London) being trailed by tourist desperate for a sighting of the yeti?
Or leave it, and buy a vintage leopard print one which will ultimately be more expensive but in a weird way more practical?
The picture is of Bianca Jagger looking amazing in fur that I'm sure is:
a) real, and
b) worth way over £15.
Ho hum. I guess we can't all be wives of amazingly gorgeous and talented rock stars.
Much love.





