Saturday, March 31, 2012

tat, kitsch and jumble

I'm home in London again for Easter. In between drinking strawberry beer in old man pubs and working on the boats (which my sister says makes me sound like an old-timey prostitute, although the sad truth is that that would pay FAR better than barmaiding on the Thames, which is my actual job), I have been charity shopping in all the old haunts.




new old lady blouses being modelled by Hamish, in the junk shop that is my bedroom


new Fave Thing Ever. THANKS CIGARETTE CASE, I THINK I WILL!


The blue jacket, hand mirror and Neil Gaiman book (annoying cover, good writer) were from a little daytime jaunt me and my friend (and fellow old lady, gin-cats-and-hats obsessive) Lo took down to Sevenoaks in Kent yesterday before work. The brown silk blouse, mirrored Sgt Pepper badge, gold bracelet etc were from this gross little charity shop at the bottom of my road in Lewisham, which I ADORE. Also, I did horrendous drunk/hungover packing to come home, and basically have no proper clothes with me at all. So obviously buying massive blouses and cigarette cases is the way to go.



Thursday, March 29, 2012













Louis C.K. says, when girls go wild they show their tits. When women go wild they kill men, and drown their kids in the tub.


Also HOW PIMPING IS THE LAST IMAGE. Marlene, be my friend.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

out of all the women in the whole world, he chose you!

I finally got round to watching Rosemary's Baby (I know I know, howww had I not seen it??) and have found a new bitchin' old lady to obsess over in the shape of Minnie Castevet, played by the absolute and utter queen that is Ruth Gordon. Mia Farrow's wardrobe is cool too, but not a patch on the insane psychedelic brilliance of a Satan-worshipping old broad in the late 60s.









Also, anyone else suddenly see where the inspiration for the Satanic couple in Ghost World might've come from?




the owls are not what they seem


Jenny Fax 2012



Acne AW 2012





Basso & Brooke AW 2012







Monday, March 19, 2012

scruffbag

hat - Asos, shirt - Brooks Brothers (gift), cardigan - charity shop, shorts - charity shop, pumps - Office, vest - Topshop

jumper - Topshop, skirt  Topshop, brogues - Russell & Bromley


Freaky weather = obsessive layering. Hurry up summer, I wanna put my jelly shoes onnnnn and eat ice cream and drive around with the car windows down listening to Nas.



Wednesday, March 14, 2012

(no) sunshine on leith







Had a mosey down to Edinburgh today, for the purpose of looking at a.) some art, and b.) BFF, who lives there. Spent the day eating way too much and going to galleries and climbing high-up things. it was good. I was meant to be looking at specific paintings for an upcoming essay, but obviously got massively distracted by all my fave batshit-crazy high art tropes, like creepy medieval gold-embossed naked childwomen, and homoerotic St Sebastians coming their pants. I ended up standing in front of all these badboys in amused glee for like a million years apiece;


BEYOND EERIE. reminds of the piglet breastfeeding incident in Alice Through the Looking Glass
LOVE bomb-ass grey-haired bitches pretending they don't know anyone is painting their picture

is...is she making a...shiv?

i think it's awesome JC is into fetish rainwear. (OMG IT'S SONIA RYKIEL NO WAY)

grillssssssssssss.

gurllll. i know it's Titian's fault not yours but that thing is TERRIFYING


I don't know why they let me study art.