This is my head at the moment. Lyrics from Motion City Soundtrack. The world around me seems to be bringing up suicide quite a lot at the moment. Seems like a stupid time if any to die though. I mean I've almost finished my A Levels & I've not accomplished anything yet. Anyway on a lighter note is the Charles Anastase & Carven Autumn Winter shows are also in there vying for space. & it's March, yay! So it's nearly my birthday.

Things I hate: posh girls (& guys) who don't understand the concept of personal space, as if their personal space is more important than mine. The fact that each of my subjects feels pointless at the moment as I'm finding it hard to come to terms with physics, I already know what I want to do for my English coursework so I don't feel like I really need to read about 50 other texts & art...art, my teacher has asked me to come in once a fortnight so he can take some credit as I'm the only person in the class getting an A even though I don't have to go to any of the lessons. The government, considering moving to Spain for the lovely Socialists. The fact that ASDA petrol station refused my card even though I have money, so now I have to go to a petrol station where I have to actively talk to someone. My tattoo practically having disintegrated.

Sorry.
What do you hate?

Finally, finally on Sunday I made it to see Howl. I say finally because I've been working my way up to an English essay comparing Allen Ginsberg to Roger McGough & so the various articles aka research material being generated by this film is making my life a hell of a lot easier. I also have just spent the morning editing together the video above of just the poem, which is read out sporadically between James Franco talking & Don Draper defending the poem in court. Part of me thinks it would've been better as the documentary they originally set out to make, but all in all Franco reading out the poem (almost) in full was/is pretty intense. I'd appreciate a play so it doesn't feel like I wasted like 3-4 hours of my life.

Anyone else seen it?

The first of my Glasgow vintage finds. Actually this was from Edinburgh. After being hugely disappointed by the famous Armstrongs (bad quality, lots of synthetics & people who wanted to buy things to say that it was *vintage* if you get what I mean) & then trekking to find the next shop on my list which was selling off it's old stock with a huge sale; my dad actually pointed this one out. Called snoop or something...something beginning with S, put it was up the road from Grassmarket, to the right of Armstrongs. Anyway it contained much better quality stuff & a nice lady who actually new about the stock. She told me there was a long version of this but they'd sold it, and also helped me hunt out a silk liberty print scarf for my mum, that she'd thought had gone too. All in all amazing. If anyone can tell me the real name of it that would be great! So today I'm taking a leaf out of Gillian Zinser's book & pretending it is Spring & the weather hasn't just got even colder again.



Was also very lovely to see Cate Blanchett making up for the travesty Florence Welch made in Givency Haute Couture at the Oscars last night. It seems I'm in the minority thinking that Welch just didn't do the most beautiful garment in the world justice at the Grammy's, but what do you think? There's something too easy going, too seventies in the block heels, something not enough in her hair. I just think if you have the opportunity to wear a dress that's so beautiful you should treat it with a little more respect. Case in point: Blanchett.

Thoughts?

I'm flying home tonight & Glasgow has been very lovely. I went vintage hunting in Edinburgh too & picked up some gems. It picked back up after I got to the airport & realised I'd left my phone at home. I literally felt as if my arm had been cut off. I didn't know the time, I couldn't text anyone or check my e-mail or connect with the outside world in anyway at all. I had to use a fucking pay phone! My mum drove back to the airport with it & got there just, just as I was heading towards the gate. But thanks to the wonderful customer service of the girl of the desk who wouldn't make the effort, & the fact my mum couldn't contact me & meet somewhere around security. I missed my phone out of one persons laziness. Talk about angry.

Anyway I'll save it for a complaint letter, because I think I am going to be that person. Another great thing has been reading Roger McGough's autobiography, Said and Done. If you like the 60s, good writing, humor & smatterings of poetry then I would highly recommend it. Even if you've never heard of McGough before or read any of his poetry, it is honestly such a well written book that it wouldn't matter. You should read some of his poetry though. To help along the way I chose four of my favourite little verses above. How amazing is that first one? If a little sad. I think I might add it to the "do-i-want-to-live-my-life-with-this-on-my-body-forever/possible-tattoo" file in my brain.

See you back in Bristol

ISSUE±8 OF SWEAT IS HERE

Hopefully if you get your hands on a copy you won't look at it with such confusion as my cat did when I placed it next to her & took this photo on my generic Ikea bedding. There is absolutely nothing generic about this issue of SWEAT though, with pictures from Caroline Browne, illustrations from poorlittlerichchick & my half take on New York fashion week I'm sure everyone could find something for eyes or brains that's appealing. If you would like an issue it's just £1, plus I also have an overrun of some issue 6's so they're only 50p! If you go here, the links are at the bottom of the page. I will wrap it up with love & post it off to you ASAP. Also, I'm doing a fashion only issue next so if you're interested specifically in Menswear, would like to do a trend report on one of the fashion weeks, or would just like to write a whole article about one collection please e-mail me by the middle of March: sweat.zine@gmail.com.

I know I've been a rubbish blogger, not commenting or posting anything of worth, & I'm afraid to say it probably won't get much better as even though it's half term this week I'm going up to Glasgow to see my friend & my dad. Hopefully though I'll get some quality vintage hunting in between walks in the snow covered countryside & come back with tales of wild adventure...

Oh & thank you very much to Haneen of Le Coeur De Le Wolf for awarding me with a Best Blogger 2011 Award. I am well chuffed. & I nominate... GOLDGOLDGOLD, Buckets & Spades, Stoneage Stomp, poorlittlerichchick, Ergy Erg, BFRmag, Scribbles Ink & Thrown Out Pages, You Are So Honest, all of a sudden i miss everyone & absolutelytotally as my 10 Best Blogs for 2011. Phew, it's so hard to choose. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing. Anyway, it's only February but I already hope this blog gets a bit better before the end of the year.

Happy Half Term!

Gotta love Tommy Ton & the sick chicks he takes photos of for Vogue. You can view the rest here. The first two photos are backstage at DKNY via Fashionologie, the 2nd two are Rodarte via WWD & the last three are from backstage at Tommy Hilfiger, Theyskans Theory & DVF again from Fashionologie. Ah to be in New York right now... I'll have to make do with my tumblr of pretty photos.

Distracted.