I’ve just come back from a weekend in Bournemouth, as is my family’s February half term tradition to bugger off to some hotel in a historic/countryside/seaside town for maximum three days, mooch around the usually disappointing yet pleasantly quaint town centres and gorge ourselves on cake. There is some ‘culture’ involved too, but this time it was the beach and the town… The beach was full of tiny, fluffy dogs. I literally saw about three dogs bigger than a handbag would allow, and it was a beautiful sight to behold, especially in the sun. I lay on a rock listening to Sprawl ii//Arcade Fire (that song means alot to me right now in my life for some reason) for longer than I know, trying to absorb enough sunlight to deliver me to Springtime. Today we wondered round the town in search of record/vintage shops but didn’t find any. We found a really pretty arcade though. Wearing a teddy bear coat that is my pride and joy not merely for its warmth,versatility and style, but for its status as proof of my charity shop luck (£5), a Miss Selfridge shirt that I thought looked very Pride and Prejudice-esque, and my ASOS creepers. Also, layered necklaces from my childhood. I am back into jewellery now, especially rings, which is unusual because I always dismissed them on account of having creepy, lanky fingers that my sister can’t look at too long because ‘they remind her of spiders’. I’ve always loved rings on other people, the more noticeable and ridiculous and intricate the better (I blame Jaquline Wilson for this), and Invaluable has some beauties. These are the ones I would choose to go with this outfit, all opal, because that is my favourite gemstone, and they match the frilly, delicate translucence of my shirt and necklaces. currently: listening: Beehive Queen// The Wytches, Sucker//Charli XCX reading: Eleanor and Park// Rainbow Rowell wishing: lace up denim dress, leopard print skirt
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Tagged ASOS, Beach, Bournemouth, Creepers, Delicate, Invaluables, Miss Selfridge, Outing, Pink, rings, Vintage, Vintage rings
Here you view the first issue of my subscription to i-D magazine, which is probably one of the best gifts I received for Christmas. It is truly a gift that keeps on giving. In other news, my ‘friends’ have made it their mission to hunt down my blog (I keep it a secret to avoid ridicule and other undesirable possibilities such as them beginning to quote the more pretentious bits to me), and one of them has actually found it. So if you’re reading this, Eleanor, I HATE YOU, YOU ARE A BAD BAD PERSON AND WEAR YOUR GUM SHIELDS TO SCHOOL CUZ UR UP FOR A DUFFING UP IN THE ENGLISH TOILETS. That stands for everyone else as well. I will wear my knuckle dusters especially.
Several exciting posts are coming up soon, but meanwhile, the trailer for Beyond Clueless,a documentary scouring the cinematic world of teenage films, is out. I read about it and registered interest a while ago in some culture type zine, but forgot about it until then, and now I can’t wait to actually find out what its like. Adolescence in film is always interesting, how its filtered by adult directors and producers, and how accurately (or not) life is portrayed. I love the focus on objects that portray the general themes of teen movies (sex, hierarchy, law/rule/status quo breaking), and the serene tone …
currently: listening: Crow// +18, Breaking up//Charli XCX reading: This side of Paradise// F.Scott.Fitzgerald wishing: black denim pinafore, suede button down skirt
I wasn’t bluffing, I’m doing this blogging thing. I recently had a sixth form taster day at my school and everyone is wondering around in a stunned daze. I chose English Lit (defo doing, I would do English Lit all day if I could), English Lang. (not doing; I just wondered what AS/A level would include), Media (probably doing, although its a toss up between that and Art), History (hopefully defiantly) and Psychology (ditto). Everyone keeps asking me what I want to do and who I want to be. I reply with mysterious, pretentious and unlikely sounding jobs like ‘Fashion Psychologist’ or ‘It Girl’. Middle aged adults with full time jobs and mortgages and children don’t know what they want to be and I, a clueless 15 year old, am…? Unclear.
Enter escapism… Valentino have released their Pre Fall 2015 and, conceptualized on stars and galaxies, it is beautiful to me even before seeing the actual collection. I admire that the actual clothing encapsulates the likeness of glittering, swirling gas clouds and stardust in its embroidery and material rather than just a simple digital print (think Christopher Kane Resort 2011), which I feel like makes its homage to the beautiful mysterious thing of the galaxy above us even more valid. The collection admittedly wasn’t entirely obviously space- themed. There was a folksy, darkly springtime-esque kitsch element that I also really enjoy, expressed in one of two dress forms; 60’s a lined skirted,or flowing, 70’s flower child. Valentino always seem to incorporate embroidery in some admirable form, and I want to sit stroking the needlework on the dresses for .. Pretty chill stuff. On the theme of Space is Jeremy Scott F/W07, which is a much more bubblegum approach to such a topic of multiple interpretation…
currently: listening: girls// peace, little fang//avey tare’s slasher flicks reading: Psychos: White Girl Problems// Babe Walker wishing: holographic silver backpack, grey New Balances
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Tagged 60s, 70s, A Level, Choices, Embroidery, flowers, Galaxy, Gothic, Jermemy Scot, Kitsch, Life, School, Space, UGH, Valentino, Valentino Pre Fall 2015
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.
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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Tagged Curry, GCSE, Holidays, Lucky, Monkey, Palm Trees, School, sri lanka, Summer, Sunset, Travel, Tuk Tuk
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….
So 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…
Deep 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..
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.
There’s a fun selfie of me looking weird to finish off- Wish me luck!