So after this post I went on a hunt for the perfect peach/pink midi skirt to fufill all my granny/Jil Sander tendencies. Lovely etsy (who has also just solved my anniversary present issue) presented this wonderful vintage pearlish button through pleated skirt. The pleats just pushed it over the edge into perfect. When I wore it sans jumper last week I felt concious of how much that Jil Sander image has been saturated & wondered if anyone would pick up on my ma-who-sive nod to it. I had one comment. ONE. Bristol is not the fashion concious city I thought it to be. But then today to put icing on my smug fashion-on-the-cheap cake, I saw an old lady wearing almost an exact copy of my skirt. Without pleats & the colour was a little more muted but I burst into laughter & will take it as a sign of approval. Finally I've reached granny level. Yes!

I've been sneaking around the internet trying to avoid e-mails linking to the new Arctic Monkeys album, trying to avoid anything about it at all actually, after seeing the video for the new song & having my heart broken. But then Jesus e-mailed me a link to these single covers/illustrations for every song on the album. You'll all probably adore the Alexa Chung cover but as I may or may not have gone into before, I have an ingrained hatred of Alexa Chung. So I like these two. But the guys illustration is fucking brilliant. I wish I was on the forum so I could ask him to feature them in the zine...wonder how difficult that would be... Anyway, yes, there are still 7 more to go so I look forward to the others, even though I haven't listened to the songs they're portraying.

Oh well.

I'm not buying Dazed anymore. For £4 it just doesn't feed me like it used too. Apart from this amazing random spread. What Dazed does best...things that make no real sense.

No Mag.

i-D Summer 2011, shot by Wolfgang Tillmans. Source.

I've become one of those bloggers who only ever posts to apologise that they haven't been blogging. So let's just assume that you already know I'm sorry & carry on. A quick post of these amazing photos of Gaga, because she's been on my mind lately, around the UK, being rammed down my throat by the media. How wonderful are they? I mean, all her imagery is killer (apart from the recent album/single covers) but I thing something really new was captured here. I love. I love big time.

In other news: my education is almost over, a book recommended by my English teacher, the Electric Michelangelo is finally really good, Das Racist were fucking awesome on Saturday night, & are just in general, I have made some new purchases (yay!), have also bought two ma-hoo-sive maps & my life pretty much consists of planning physics revision that I'm not doing, business plans & spreadsheets at the moment. Roll on half term.

How are you?

Another post of unorganized thoughts. Sensing a theme...? Anyway. Bruises. The coolest internet comic strip thingy xkcd which often makes me laugh & sometimes leaves me in awe with the creators knowledge on everything from maths & physics too uhr...photoshop? I suggest you go there now! It will make you laugh & feel smart all at the same time. Perfect. & some Addams Family Values because after watching it for the first time as part of mine & Jesus' Christina Ricci obsession, I have now watched it like 3 times. Still in love. I want my future family to be like that. Minus the killing. Note to self: goth up.

Had an art exam today as I'm sure you're enthralled to hear. 12 hours is too long to do textiles, there's nothing that takes 12 hours (or just 12 hours) so I got to leave 3 hours early, score! Completed everything I needed too so I'm just hoping my art teacher doesn't mark me down because a) he doesn't really like me & b) I finished 3 hours early. Anyway so that's art done. Now it's just physics...for a whole other month.

Dammit.

This is one of those dresses that gets comments every time I wear it. Usually from the couple of people who have actually realised that the girls on my dress are flashing. I love that sometimes, from a distance it looks like a floral print, & it's more unexpected when you realise all their skirts are blown up.
After whole heartedly deciding not to go last night. After painting my nails multi-pastel colours Cat wormed her way into my brain & convinced me too. We were late, but luckily so was Mr. Doherty & well...it was beautiful. Odd but charming. I wish I could've really got in there & shown my adoration rather than standing at the back with goosebumps the whole night, having flash backs to Reading. But hey, I guess that just makes me a proper grown up.

Sunny!

Back on track. Physics exam went surprisingly well, or at least ok today. Well chuffed anyway. Now just need to do some revision to the theory paper tomorrow. Then decide if I'm allowed to go & see Mr. Doherty...or not.

Anyway, I've been wearing this a lot but never put it on the blog because it's so...well...a bit boring. But it's about quality. The shirt is a cotton silk mix that is like the best fabric ever (apart from cashmere obvs) & it does have like some weird faded dye job but I stole it from my mum after she got in the Gap sale so I guess there must've been something wrong with it. Also, fills my need for a tied bottom shirt at the moment, without actually having to seek out & purchase one. I guess I could cut the arms off as well, but that would be sacrilege. But yes, this is what I wear to a physics exam. A see-thru shirt & skin tight disco pants. & I wonder why I don't fit in?

Loser?