I have started a tumblr! You can find it here. & it will be exclusively full of catwalk photos. No gibberish, no opinions or comments, just pure hard fashion porn. I'm hoping there's no serious copyright infringement & that they see it as the personal collection that it is. But anywho. If you have tumblr & would like to follow, or reblog please do! & it's also something I set up so for the zine I can pick out say colours or trends easier, so once there's more content (ie, been more shows) I'll start more tags & sections for trends etc so it will hopefully be good for collaging, or trend postage. Very exciting.

Also, I got a new tattoo! I got it over a week ago, but it was a birthday present for Jesus, so I had to keep it a secret to reveal it newly healed on Friday night. It was basically, a pain in the ass. No one wanted to tattoo fingers, everyone told me it would fall out or dull or bleed & someone told me (at a tattoo shop) that I'd have to get it done about every month (!) One guy didn't want to tattoo it because it's so visible & I didn't have enough tattoos already... In the end though I found an all girls tattoo shop & got her last appointment until may & voila, there it is, a big fat infinity sign that looks like an 8 on the inside of my left middle finger. I have to admit that I had to learn to love it a little, it wasn't as immediate as my other tattoos, but now I do. & Jesus loved it & he got a matching one on the back of his neck yesterday. Luckily though I guess, if I ever begin to hate him (never, never, never) as least mine will just fucking wear off...right?

Bullshit.

Sorry to vomit love stuff all over your screen but it's only allowed once a year & there are so many good photos to do with it! You can find all of the images here. & I also added the last one to balance it up a little. So whether your valentine is a boy, a girl, your best friend, a new friend or if you don't have one (I'll totally be your valentine!) screw it & lets just look at some lovely love.

Edit: Thoughts on the Grammys, Lady Gaga arriving in an egg designed by Hussein Chalayan = epic & Florence Welch in Givency Haute Couture did not do it justice. Such a shame.

Happy Valentines!

Tomorrow is my platonic soulmate, Jesus' birthday. He's the idiot who wouldn't let me use a proper one, but anyway it feels like the last birthday we'll have together in a while so... (Plus kudos to anyone who gets the reference of what's in the word bubble)

Thank you for picking me up when I'm down. Thank you for shouting at me when I'm being a dick. Thank you for listening too me when I need to vent. Thank you for making me laugh endlessly, tirelessly. Thank you for consistently fucking up so I'm not always the stupid one. Thank you for not laughing at me when I fuck up. Thank you for wearing weird clothes in inappropriate places & trying to grow mustaches at random intervals throughout the year. Thank you for screaming at the top of your lungs anything I have on in the car & being the only person that would rather do that than talk & distract me. Thank you for midnight conversations about antimatter and unicorns. Thank you for knowing when Jack Daniels is required. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for sticking around so long. Thank you for being my 'U'.

I was a loner until there were no friends left
And before someone offered me drugs
You know I was straight edge
And everyone quits til you offer them a cigarette
Before we learn our lesson
Lets see how bad things can get
As we drive past the last exit home I am waving goodbye
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
But it's alright cos whiskey is my kind of lullaby
And I'll drink myself to death!
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep!
Chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between
My aspirations and my apathy

Happy Birthday

Not sure about the sex stuff or whether this might be a hidden advert for nail varnish, but in still form this video is pretty fucking inspiring. Hello world, I miss you. Had a really shitty weekend being ill ill ill, now I'm writing an essay on Douglas Coupland & considering how I can turn *Exploration & Discovery* into an epic art project - as in, not going to happen. Blah, why are there so many birthdays in February?

Tired.

This album is beyond amazing, just a thought, these Charlotte Olympia shoes are epic.

That is all.

My favorite new piece of armor against the reoccurring cold snap. It's a socially acceptable dressing gown to wear all day! Considering my coatigan is dying from my overuse of it as a socially acceptable wearable blanket, this feels like a new season hobo chic alternative. I do love impracticable amount of layers that leave me looking like a coat hanger with no single garments distinguishable, as well as no true human being. Anyway, it's mohair so it's very very warm & it's maxi & beige so it makes me feel *up-to-date* with all this 70s shit. AND it's 2nd hand Topshop so I'm one upping the bastard Mr Green as well as sticking to my New Year's Resolution.

I feel like I should also explain the cheesy dimple grin of the last photo, rather than just leaving it there like the elephant in the room. Basically I have developed some obsessions with rather weird foodstuffs, mainly being the Strawberry Laces from Sainsbury's that include radish but no strawberries whatsoever. As well as eating the bready things you use for wraps & fajitas, especially rolled up for some reason... Anyway...I can't be the only one who has weird food inclinations. No?

Just me?