Wednesday, May 30, 2012

faded seaside glamour

I have a slightly bizarre obsession with mermaids at the moment, and this photo series isn't helping matters.


When I was 14 or 15 and much less of an embittered hag than I am now, I had a little notebook with a page where I'd write down potential jobs that appealed to me, for future consideration. The only ones I can remember offhand are 'beach comber', 'gravedigger' and 'magician's assistant'. Suffice to say if I still kept the list then OBVIOUSLY faded-pastel-and-swamps Floridian mermaid show entertainer would be topping it right now.









http://www.wired.com/rawfile/2012/04/professional-mermaids-are-lost-treasure-of-florida-park/




















Monday, May 28, 2012

jesus doesn't want me for a sunbeam

  
The glorious sunny weather which has resulted in my spending most of the revision period outside drinking cider, making daisy chains, and sunbathing on the beach, has finally reverted back to the more usual sludgy grey of Aberdonian skies. I am semi-glad as it means I am much more likely to get some hardcore knowledge-gathering done this week. Maybe. Or else I'll just sweep round the garden in this dress, pretending to be a 1940s farmer's wife with a secret love of grunge.


pierre et gilles











the work of Pierre et Gilles combines all of my favourite things in the world - high kitch, glitter, an obsession with the sea, mythological iconography, and gay art couples (see also: my boyz Gilbert + George, hollaaa). Am I too old to be adopted, do you think?

Monday, May 14, 2012

rainy day women

One thing I really enjoy about blogging is that it is kind of like a glorified version of the classic procrastination technique of facebook-stalking (WHY YES it is exam period, how did you know?), but with strangers. And I am nosy and love lurking on other people's lives. Part of this involves some pretty hardcore weather jealousy - seriously, how are there so many Californian and Australian fashion bloggers? Standing looking foxy in their shorts/sandals/tea dresses in the sunshine when I'm in bed, shivering in three hoodies?? ONLY JOKING I love envy-stalking you guys. But seriously though, the global aspect of this whole thing really does highlight some glaring meteorological unfairness in life.

For an example, here is a photo of something I wore recently;

coat - Zara
dress - Topshop via charity shop (totally wrong size but IT WAS £1 OKAY)
shirt & cardigan - charity shop
pumps - Fred Perry


Why yes, I am soggy as shit. If you look closely at my probably mascara-panda eyes you can see for yourself, a deep and palpable yearning for Ipanema beach. WOLF HOWL OF LONGING.








BUT they were taken in this super-cute little hidden village on the beach of Aberdeen, called Footdee, while I was adventuring with the Boy. And then we had tea and cake and watched London gangster films when we got in. And I generally do quite enjoy cold weather! So life isn't all that bad I suppose. Still, ROLL ON THE SUMMERTIME.


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

we'll eat you up we love you so


"A little boy... sent me a charming card with a little drawing. I loved it. I answer all my children's letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, "Dear Jim: I loved your card." Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, "Jim loved your card so much he ate it." That to me was one of the highest compliments I've ever received. He didn't care that it was an original drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it."

Big love & thoughts to Maurice Sendak, who died yesterday. What an absolute king.

Friday, May 4, 2012

tartan, sheepskin & leather







It's cold, windy and people constantly tell me "you sound like you're from Laaahndahhhnnnn!" But at times like this Scotland, I love you anyway.

i'm out of the game

Found my new favourite Best Thing Ever.





Thursday, May 3, 2012

Don't fashion people squander their lives loudly worshipping all that is superficial and meaningless, while the rest of the planet keeps riding a rollercoaster to hell?

As rad cartoon bitches go, Jane Lane is only equalled by maybe Jessica Rabbit, or possibly Enid Coleslaw. she is also about 12,000 times funnier/wittier/better dressed/more excellent in all ways than Daria herself. I covet her hair and army boots and ownership of what those pesky ladymag hacks call "effortless cool".





Plus the episode where she goes out with the hot douchey retro-obsessed guy who wears a zoot suit and starts dressing all 1940s-awesome is probably my favourite of all time.






BE MY FRIEND, JANE LANE. I LIKE PIZZA AND 90S MTV TOO!