Mia Farrow....you beaut.
Friday, 20 May 2011
I think its safe to say Summer is upon us, or at least very very nearly upon us. Whilst I'd like to say I'm spending my summer picniking beneath the Eiffel Tower and strolling along side the river Seine, I wont be. I'll be spending it in good ol' england. Which could be worse, non? Us brits might not always get the best weather in the summer months, but we certainly know how to make the most of it.
(photography by Martin Parr)
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
Monday, 16 May 2011
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest - spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mine-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Possibly one of the most famous quotes in modern day literature/film and usually seen in the form of a dog eared poster stuck on the wall of both men and women aged between 16 and 24.
Currently at that stage in life where I no longer have the comfort blanket that is uni, I find myself thinking what do I want in life. Having had nothing to do these past couple of days I have being filling my time with films. 500 days of Summer, Quadrophenia, A Clock Work Orange and of course Trainspotting in case you were wondering. That iconic quote got me thinking...wow is that what I have to look forward to at the end of it all? Who knows? I guess I'll have to let you all know in 50 years time. Now excuse me while I go and sit on the sofa watching re runs of 'The Fresh Prince of Bel Air...