miles away from nowhere

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Readers! Its an official two months tomorrow since my last post! And an official two year anniversary since I begin this tiny personal bubble of space on the internet! I am now back into the school routine (unfortunately) which means something it didn’t before- we are suddenly every teacher’s priority and everything is looming like it never did before- GCSE’s, College or Sixth Form choices, jobs, general having to actually think about the future. And we are being equipt for this future with quadratic equations and convalent bond knowledge. But anyway, its a mile away from the 3 weeks spent in Sri Lanka during the Summer.

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It was my first experience of Asia, and considering my parents both travelled the world before being cursed with the immobility of parenthood and my dad’s trips to downtown India twice a year for his business, I’ve grown up with their horror stories of rats in hotel toilets and food poisoning, and I was kind of nervous. The whole trip was slightly magical and curry scented. We visited 6 places, 6 different types of climate and environment, from next to the beach in a 4 star hotel, to in home stays surrounded in jungle. We got caught in the monsoon at a Buddhist temple and the locals all stared while our umbrella’s failed on us. We washed elephants in a river with coconut shell matting. We had Ayurveda treatments. We rode endless tuk tuks.

I am very grateful to have travelled so far and have had such a memorable time and when its rainy and grey and someone’s gassing at me about something involving x’s and chemicals and symbols, I will remember the sun and the sea and the Buddhist chanting and the smell of sweat and curry and fruit.

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not dead and gone

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ITS MY SUMMER HOLIDAYS. Wow. Hi, anyone who still acknowledges this little blog’s existence. I realise that I haven’t blogged for three months and to be honest I don’t have an excuse, apart from a bout of tonsillitis DURING my Science GCSE’s  (I have got special consideration for them but it’ll be fun seeing how my grades turn out…). Whoa. This feels weird. I won’t be blogging hardly at all over the summer, due to a 3 week holiday in Sri Lanka (amazing photo opportunity there), which I am both petrified and crazily excited about, and a week at my grandparent’s, so I will cram as much as I can into now….

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tumblr_n7n6znrKbL1rl7dqfo2_500So one of my main favourite singers Lana (I say favourite singer and not idol because she is all ‘ain’t a feminist’ and I am like ???) released Ultraviolence recently and while I do like it, especially ‘Brooklyn Baby’, and ‘The Other Woman’, I don’t feel as much a connection to it as I did to Born to Die. With her former album, she kind of introduced to me a whole aesthetic and feel, Lolita and teenage Americana and adventuring, which I totally sucked up. With Ultraviolence, its a different feel-less gaudy teenage runaway and more lovesick housewife. In other news,  I feel a mild fascination growing from a far for the AW14 collections- its all meant to be fairy tales and big coats. Here is Meadham Kirchhoff AW14 by Eleanor Hardwicke for Oyster

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Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbHDeep breathing. Wants it all as per usual. I’ve started another diary, including playlists which I have burned onto CD’s and am steaming ahead with my Art GCSE..

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you’re the magician’s assistant in their dreams


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Yo, thrill seekers. Sorry I’ve not been posting lately, its been a weird couple of weeks for no reason at all. In fact, it would make the most sense for me not to post now, since I have ACTUAL REAL LEGITIMATE GCSE’S THIS WEEK, Biology on Tuesday and Chemistry on Thursday. I probably should be scared ,weirdly am not, but sure the age old fear of failure will creep up unexpectedly. Anyway, so here is some outfit accessorized with some weird beret that I should have adjusted before the pictures were taken and a squinting, goofy face. My jumper is Gap and pinafore (I am fully aware that the last post involved a pinafore to but all I can say is that I love a good pinafore) is charity shop/vintage.

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There’s a fun selfie of me looking weird to finish off- Wish me luck!

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springtime in the surburbs

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So my sister and I decided to make the most of the weather and run around my Grandparent’s small village in Suffolk. I (singular) decided that she should take pictures of me for da blog and she complied once I assured her that I would direct my readers to her instagram (not gonna happen, her bio goes along the lines of ‘IF OPPORTUNITY DOESN’T KNOCK BUILD A DOOR ROFL LOL #SWAG). We ran around a abandoned football pitch and scared the elderly by taking pictures of our shoes by their flowers, so I

I am wearing a pinafore from Miss Selfridge, vintage shirt and my mum’s cardigan which she has actually banned me from wearing, which is a shame, because wearing it feels like being embraced by a conditioned gruffalo.

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 “Ya fockin what mate?!”

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princess and the pea

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I made this mini shoot happen after coming home from a sleepover and being in that hazy, vague mood that staying up past midnight and stuffing yourself full of sugar brings. I kinda sat in my room and realised how many soft pink, delicate things I had, and also wanted a opportunity to revel in the appreciation I have for some of my books (in this post I have included Tim Walker: Storyteller, the best photography book I think I will ever own, Rookie Yearbook One, a old fairy tale book that was my mum’s, and a Wild Flowers book that is stained with coffee-not something else). So I piled all these and dolls and flowers and a boombox onto my bed, hung up a gauzy pink sheet and wore a assortment of summer dresses and tiaras, and here is the result…

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The inspiration for this was whimsical and delicate: flower fairies, angels, sea shells, lace, frills, florals, botanical drawings and Marie Antoinette’s bedroom, and veils, and here is my mood board. The middle skirt is D&G S/S from a couple of years ago and I might attempt to make something similar during the Summer, and Chanel, Versace and Meadham Kirchhoff A/W14 lurk in there to.

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 Valentino Red S/S14 by Tim Walker, and Olivia Bee’s Cacharel perfume video, which is just a depiction of what I want to do all day in Summer…

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now we can’t be friends fascination ends

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Sup. It is finally the half term and I have Game of Thrones series 4, lie ins, sleepovers and general not going to school to look forward to. I also have acquired some good clothes lately, that I will probably wear to death and that will probably fuse into my very fibres. Above are my new sandals from New Look, surprisingly. I’ve wanted Vagabond shoes for a while but these are a cheaper alternative, and I love them. They are more platforms than high heeled, and make every outfit look way more thought out than it actually is. I have a serious lack of shoes, and these are a refreshing change to the burgundy converses that I have worn non stop since, like, two years ago. Not to seem completely materialistic (hard when you are blogging about clothes) but I want some tapestry doc martens or doodled flatforms next.

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My friend Laura gave me ress after I saw it in her wardrobe and said I liked it, which was nice of her. Its one of two Primark things I own, along with some jeweled sunglasses. I’ve also wanted something like this for a while- something Wednesday Addams, white lace collared and black, and my mum refused to buy this for me when she suggested I needed a new dress, because, I quote, I would look like a ‘creepy Quaker ghost’. Whatever mum, ‘Creepy Quaker Ghost’ is a look I would be honored to have bestowed upon me. I like to wear this with frilly socks, my aforementioned shoes and a fluffy black cardigan, or tucked into a tartan skirt with knee socks, all with a bitch face; the accessory we were all born with and must take full advantage of.

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Excuse the cat hair on this. How unprofessional is that. If I was Susie Lau that would be me uninvited to Chanel. Anyway, this is a high waisted skirt from the Zara sale, only £3.99. The top has elasticated panels and the bottom has a flippy, almost pleated structure which hangs really well, and its light navy. I can’t stop wearing this, especially with my denim jacket and plethora of jumpers.

I need more shorts and t shirts so am scouring ASOS and Zara. I would like a high neck, striped crop top and dungarees, and maybe some mom shorts too. A girl can dream. I’m going to go and donate some money to Charity now to make up for my materialism.

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P.S I have started letter exchanging with Annette (click for her blog) and she sent me some cute things; clips, a necklace, map cuttings, a face mask, as well as a really nice letter. Unfortunately my camera has run out of battery and I can’t find the charger, but I will include pictures of her next letter!

P.P.S I have entered Company magazine’s style blogger awards with the mentality of ‘what have I got to loose?!’ It feels very narcissistic to be entering myself, I know my blog is a patchwork of rants and samey vibes and I can name at least 10 better teenage blogs off the top of my head (basically every one I know), but if you feel like I deserve a sympathy vote then click on this image and remember to vote in the Teen blogger category…thank you!

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don’t you think that its funny how people talk

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“Skipping school. No time for yum cha.” Marthe Wiggers by James Nelson for Russh December/January 2014

Recently I have been feeling a vibe that I haven’t really felt or expressed before. I would describe it as peaceful, clean cut and generally minimalist without being harsh or boring. Its kinda normcore, a little bit 90′s varsity; no bright colours or sparkle or clashing prints, only clumpy heeled sandals and socks, denim and mesh and collars. It celebrates bright white and black and nature and fuss free prettiness. The embodiment of this vibe climbs trees and sketches and takes Polaroids in between hanging out in airy city apartments and forests. This is what I have imagined from looking at tumblrs that also embody this aesthetic (check out Dani’s and Sally’s).

Below I am wearing a vintage old ladies shirt, a skirt from a Zara sale than only cost £3.99, my leather backpack from ebay which was one of the best bargains ever- £15 including p&p for a real leather backpack- and my mum’s shoes that I have taken over. I was saving for some Vagabond sandals but then I saw these, from New Look for more than half the price, so hopefully these will be added to my pathetic shoe collection soon..

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In the past week I have been having these mock ‘mock’ exams that have taken up most of my weekend and after school time with revision. They don’t go towards anything, but obviously I want to get as high a grade as possible. At the end of this month I will have a 10 hour long (2 full days) art exam, where I will be painting Lana Del Rey in the Pre Raphalite style of John William Waterhouse, one of my favourite artists, and I can’t wait! Aside from Art, though, I am feeling really resentful towards education in general, and this quote by William Upski Wimsatt just sums up why…

“There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.”

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From the archive of my tumblr, which I have given a bit of a makeover, and capture the vibe..

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