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...
Friday, 29 April 2011
Morrisey I couldn't have put it better myself!
Why is it us girls are NEVER happy with whats in our wardrobes when planning an outfit for a night out? Unless its new of course...
What stops us loving that Topshop dress we spent too much of our student loan on? Then preceded to wear everyday for a week after that... Well I suppose that's just it! We've worn everything too much. I'm definitely no exception to this. Its like a good song, or a hilarious YouTube clip. Once you've heard it too many times or watched it over and over again it tends to become boring. Now I'm not suggesting we wear something once, throw it away and scour the high street for a whole new wardrobe...especially as in only a matter of weeks I will be an unemployed graduate (how utterly depressing) but I AM suggesting we restrict wearing something new day in day out....lets try and wait at least a week eh? I'm not sure whether this will make me feel like I actually have anything to wear or if I'll still have the mentality of 'oh this is old I don't wanna wear it' but with the state of my bank balance at the moment its worth a shot...
Monday, 25 April 2011
After my recent trip to Paris its safe to say I have fallen in love with the city. With temperatures reaching 27 degrees and the whole city in bloom it would have been hard not to!
It was in a word beautiful...
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
I want to move to London.
How many people must utter that sentence a day? Now before you start thinking 'so does everyone', I dont want to live there because its 'cool' its simply where I need to be for my career. I went to university in Southampton, which I loved, I made friends for life down there but its just not the city I want to start my life in. Dont get me wrong its not that bad, but unless your interests include cruise ships and titanic memorials is not really got alot else going for it. Sorry Southampton but we'll always have those three years! Back at home I live in a small county called Rutland located in the East Midlands, my nearest city is Leicester which is about 15 miles away. Now I'm probablly going to start sounding really fussy here but both Leicester and Rutland have a big red cross through them too. The town I live in is one of the smallest in England...most villages are bigger than it! Whilst there are wonderful antique shops, cute little cafes and about three pubs per person, for an aspiring fashion journalist it just doesnt cut it. Of course saying 'I want to move to London' is a lot easier than actually doing so. The one thing standing in my way is money...or the lack of it! Heres to the next couple of years saving my arse off.
This weekend I'm going to Liverpool to celebrate my best friends 21st Birthday. The celebrations will involve a house party, a Japanese meal and a night out over the space of two days. I decided with all thats going on I deserve at least one new dress, Topshop was my obvious choice, especially given I have a £15 gift voucher. After alot of searching and calling up every shop in a 20 mile radius of me to make sure they had the dress instore (since when have you not been allowed to use gift cards online?) the lucky winner is.... This gorgeous little number
At only £19, thanks to the aid of my voucher, how could I resist?