Sunday, July 29, 2012

ask me about the lightning


Cheshire-catted because of my raw scowl-face 


top - H&M
skirt - charity shop
jellies - Topshop
bag - charity shop
belt - cast off from BFF
necklace - stall in Petra

I call this look the 'low-rent Deschanel'. Or 'hungover cartoon primary school teacher'. Or even possibly, 'youngest wife in a bigamist cult arrangement'. SPEAKING OF WHICH, I watched Martha Marcy May Marlene today, and absolutely loved it. Elizabeth Olsen's face + the music of Jackson C. Frank = total bliss.



Friday, July 27, 2012

i just hate all these extroverted, obnoxious, pseudo-bohemian losers

So, like everything else internet related, I am extremely behind and have only recently got a tumblr account - here.


Also, I've become obsessed with Hanging Rock Comics. It is perfect, a very Ghost World-y Daria-y totally mundane and incredibly relatable depiction of a suburbanite teenage girl and her best friend, hatin on the fools around them. the subject is a kind of played out one, but 1. errrrr lord knows we've all been there and 2. the tone is total perfection. here are some of my favourites;








LOVE.




Thursday, July 19, 2012

aye you fuckin dae!



Kind of missing Aberdeen and her weird, weather battered vibes.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

knee socks and sunday school shoes

I just got back from Jordan on Sunday, which was ACES (I swear to baby Jesus I really am a povvo student, my luck has just been on the up these past couple of weeks). Yesterday I celebrated my glorious return to the land of rain/pigeons/chip-scattered grey pavements with a charity shop sojourn and cinema trip to Greenwich Picturehouse with BFF. We stuffed our faces with white chocolate mice, lemon sherberts and foam shrimps while finally watching Moonrise Kingdom (which was natch as infuriatingly adorable and aesthetically immaculate and generally Wes-ish as we all knew it would be).



And I bought two skirts (one offensively red cotton button-up midi, one 1995 St Michael tartan mini immediately out of Clueless), a t-shirt and some sunglasses for altogether under a tenner.

if the plaid skirt could talk, it would call you a virgin who can't drive







Even if thanks to the weather London is currently, in the inestimable Charlie Brooker's words, "like waking up inside a monochrome Czechoslovakian cartoon about waking up in jail", it's still nice to be home.

Thursday, July 5, 2012