Saturday, August 24, 2013

no one belongs here more than you

I ventured out into the rain today to buy wine and sausages, and 
ended up with some charity shop gems which I'm pretty pleased with.

Managed to snag an Olympus AF-1 Twin, a leather Firenze bag, two trashymazing costume rings, and Miranda July's No one belongs here more than you; but I'm the most excited about the two old copies of Nova (one from 1973, one from 2000). The 2000 one has a gorgeously pervy Kate Moss-Juergen Teller spread along with pieces on Dave Eggers and Mexican girl gangs, while the 1973 one is highly concerned with male pin ups. (So like, if anyone wants to borrow some be-mulleted, bell-bottomed soft porn, I am yr grl).

Don't you always find the problem with beautiful magazines is that part of you wants to keep them in mint condition, and the other 80% wants to rip out every page and plaster them everywhere? Like for real, these Kate Moss pages would look amazing stuck all over my grimy 1970s avocado uni bathroom.

ALSO everything altogether came to like £6.75! Never say I don't have skills which are applicable to real life.

Friday, August 16, 2013

back to the glen where the roses twine

Had such a good countryside frolic in Somerset last month, we hit up every tourist site from Glastonbury to Wookey Hole to Weston-super-Mare. It was a bit like Sightseers, but with less murder? (But, you know, equal amounts of sandwiches and woolly jumpers).
The best part was an AMAZING book shop in Bristol, where every single book was £2 each. TWO POUNDS. I only had 5 minutes in there but managed to pick up these two coffee table books. Have now decided my aim in life is to watch the world go by sitting in my street in my pyjamas, like an old dude in Shanghai.

Monday, July 29, 2013

pet sounds

So I'm off on a road trip to Somerset with my sister and boyfriend and sister's boyfriend to see our Granny today. Like Little Red Riding Hood, except with more bickering and also in a Nissan Micra (GETTING MY TAPE CASSETTES READY, Springsteen and Fleetwood Mac and Talking Heads all the wayyyy).

But last Thursday me and BFF went to a free gig with Sofar Sounds in Queen's Park, which was ace. It was their first all-electro one, and you can BYOB, and it was just generally marv. Lots of doomy ominous sampling and spoken word poems and general dreaminess. I highly recommend it.

Then we bopped off to Experimental Cocktail Club in Chinatown for a cheeky speakeasy cocktail, which were insanely expensive (obviously). Mine was called Stockholm Syndrome, somewhat aptly.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

I've been so tragic at productivity the past few weeks, been meaning to write something but somehow only ever ending up sunbathing in the garden with the cat or chillin at the lido?

Nevermind ay.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

walk me to the corner

Saying goodbye to my Scotland flat (and my boyz, for that matter) for the summer was a little bit sad, GONNA MISS MY DEN AND ALL THE RICKETY STAIRS AND FIREPLACES AND WEIRD RUGS.

Now onwards to Croatia to drink beer on the beach, see Iggy Pop at INMusic festival (LET'S HOPE HE PLAYS MY JAM)and visit the Museum of Broken Relationships with the boy. See y'all in two weeks xx

Monday, June 10, 2013

creatures from the blue lagoon

Last week some pals and I slithered off down the coast to Stonehaven, to walk along beautiful, dangerously skinny and eroded cliff pathways to visit Dunnottar Castle and to eat fish and chips and ice cream and drink delicious blonde ale on the beach. The castle was used to film parts of the 90s Mel Gibson Hamlet, but in the sparkling sunshine there's a way more sexy-mermaids-from-Peter-Pan vibe, no?

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

it's only mystery and i like it

Wow, I didn't realise how long it's been since I last wrote anything here. My life has been a whirlwind of revision, library and exams, and then excessive amounts of wine and sunburn and dancing (to celebrate finishing aforementioned exams).

Here are some pictures my sister took when I was home in London over Easter, dressed as your cool alcoholic spinster aunt who used to be a folk groupie.

skirt - Waterlooplein market
leotard - American Apparel
brogues - Russell & Bromley
cut off t-shirt - charity shop
cardigan - charity shop

Also, this is totally off-topic aesthetics-wise but I just watched Subway last night and it is SO GOOD. Love electro 80s tunes, chase scenes and brooding peroxide hotties. Christophe Lambert is a total dreambabe.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

throw a little glitter on it honey, and go dancing!

I am back in Scotland now, but before I left the smoggy, KFC-scented embrace of Lewisham I indulged in a little bit of ARTS'N'CRAFTSWOMANSHIP. Home improvement. Divinely-ordained creativity. Not to toot my own horn, but let's just say that if managing to stick glitter onto things without actually sticking myself to the table counts as anything vaguely artistic, then I am basically a one-woman Pinterest board right now*.

And now Hamish looks even swaggier than before. SMUG LIFE INDEED.

I still have loads of letters left, just need to decide on a slogan for my Aberdeen bedroom wall now. I am pretty tempted to just go for ABERDOOM, not gonna lie.

*...I stuck some glitter onto letters from a pre-existing banner kit I bought in a junk tourist shop in Amsterdam. Div-friendly! 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013


Just got back from visiting BFF in Amsterdam yesterday! (I hope you like my hilarious title for this post, by the way. #borntobeahack) Had such an ace time running round town drinking 8% beer under windmills and on canal boats, eating delicious fried kroketten and bitterballen, trawling gigantic street and warehouse markets for mad sartorial bargainzzz, dancing to rock & roll music in sweaty smoky clubs, looking at lots of marv exhibitions and also chillin out blowing bubbles.

This was from the Sara Cwynar exhibition at FOAM, which was totally so beautiful that I defied the ENTIRE PURPOSE of the message of the piece by taking a photograph of it. I pretty much love any artist who plays with memento mori/vanitas/pop art/found objects, and therefore she is my new fave.

Delicious flavoured liqueurs from Wynand Fockink. Mine was cherry, vanilla and orange blossom.

This was in Johan van der Keuken's amazing film exhibition at the Eye, we got trapped in there in a trance for about 3 hours watching all his beautiful bits and bobs. You can watch his first short, Paris a l'Aube, here.

note the excellent sign that was held up for me at the airport

I also spent all ma moneyyyyyyyyy. Though it was all under 4 Euros apiece so thas cool right?? I was particularly pleased with the pink silk shirt and the long paisley skirt, gonna be a BALLER librarian this summer.

Can't wait for exams to be over and for the sun to put his hat on so I can spend my whole June/July/Aug lying in the grass like a cat and drinking strawberry beer. Whilst wearing a a gingham dress and a straw hat, for extra carefree factor.