Friday, 15 June 2012
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Sunday, 20 November 2011
I got these trousers in Topshop the other day whilst birthday shopping for my brother, in the Topman section of course, they were in the sale and considerably above my usual £5.00 per item charity shop kind of budget but occasionally there comes an item which is worth pushing the boundaries for.
These are great because they fit like a charm and have butterflies all over meaning both the childish and grown up vibe are catered for. Every so often I feel a slight desire to spend a lot of money at Topshop, I never do but when I do go in on that rare day the ease of just walking around and picking up things which are designed to go together easily with no thought required does appeal to me. Charity shops require a lot more patience and imagination seeing the potential of dresses miles too long and several sizes too big. I'm kind of against the Topshop clone aesthetic, some girls can get away with wearing head to toe Topshop and look completely individual however I think I look like a zombie with no creative integrity in tact, but sometimes, just sometimes, I think how nice it would be to indulge in Topshop..
These past few weeks have been extremely odd, in regards to writing, having an essay due completely deflects any inclination to write creatively through blogging; I've been hand writing more to escape the monotony of staring blankly at a computer screen. After handing said essay in the other day and with a book review due shortly (groan) it feels like any time spent typing should be consumed with productivity but this weekend has seen an entire loss of motivation which is quite unusual for me, perhaps it's the fact that a 3,000 word book review seems utterly incomprehensible.
It's also been my brother's 18th birthday which has seen family meals, shopping trips and lots of lounging which has prevented a recuperation of motivation. The more I write, the more I feel like I'm trying to justify my lack of output. But I guess that's just the way it goes sometimes, this is what university kids do... Think lots, write little and procrastinate more. I think I kind of like it.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
These are some pictures my grandparents sent us a while ago to provide evidence that my father's childhood was documented despite his insistence that no photographs exist of him as a child. I can't help but feel excited for Christmas when I look at this set of images; something about the snow piled enticingly high and the presence of my grandpa who is whole heartedly embodies family which is all the season represents to me.
Although I disagree with the generic Christmas music playing in shops and other aspects of Christmas preparation far in advance of the date, I'm selectively in favour of early excitement for the festive period. Starbucks red cups, for instance, I feel an intense anticipation for. After the separation from some of my best friends for university, the holidays therefore have an added sense of childish longing because I yearn for the company of these people and all the other things encompassed by celebrations.
Friday, 4 November 2011
1. Woody Allen looking ever so woody allen esque in the thick rimmed glasses and a tweed coat.
2. The Graduate comprising of suave 60's dressing, complete with the soothing tones of Simon and Garfunkel.
3. Proposing curry as the perfect accompaniment to an evening of film viewing.
4. Woody Allen surrounded by a group of delightful women.
5. Anna Karina and Jean Luc Godard as one of the most formidable cinematic partnerships of all time.
6. Jean Seberg in Breathless with deliciously simple striped ensembles.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
via through a glass darkly
You know those days when you're just carrying a pineapple through the street and someone just happens to take a really great photograph of you? That's how this image feels; natural and authentic. There is something about the colours and the styling which just has me believing that this cool girl was just strolling around craving pineapples. It's all in the attitude.
You know those days when you feel your style just doesn't have the attitude you want to communicate? Something just isn't there, you're so busy lusting over someone else's style that you can't configure your own and whilst the internet is a delight in it's capacity to inspire, it also feeds the discontentment with ones current mode of living. I need a style pick me up, maybe some hair dye or something will be induce some much needed freshness.