My collages of Resort 2012

Brights: Top left, Zero + Maria Cornejo. Bottom left, Yigal Azrouel. Top right, Jenni Kayne. Bottom right, Michael Kors.
Prim & Proper: From top to bottom, Erdem, Alexandre Herchcovitch, Carolina Herrera, Donna Karen, Gucci, Doo.Ri, Jason Wu, Jason Wu, Doo.Ri, Erdem & Naeem Khan
Pucci Suits: Emilio Pucci...
Florals: Top to bottom, Jill Stuart x 6, Yves Saint Laurent x 2, Suno, Thakoon Addition & Alexandre Herhcovitch.
Prints: Top row left to right, Giambattista Valli, Pedro Lourenco, Stella McCartney, Naeem Khan. Bottom row left to right, Adam, Givenchy, Giambattista Valli & Suno.

More on the ICBFASHION tumblr. All images from Style.com. Stuck, cut & arranged by moi. One of the great things about blogging this stuff is I can just about justify the time it took me to make them. Still on course with the revision, but I have taken on other company after my *alone day*. Two weeks just two weeks left of my entire education.

Scary.

This Saturday Bristol's first Oxfam Boutique is opening on Park Street (number 77ish, next door to Boston Tea Party) normally I wouldn't blog this but as I start volunteering there in a couple of weeks I thought you guys would like to know! I did think that boutiques meant better quality stock & (unfortunately) it actually just means that instead of sending donations to a national sorting place, the shop keeps all the donations that are made to it & sells them. So, if you have any amazing clothes that you don't wear/want anymore & are near/in Bristol please, please donate them to the boutique! We need all the good stock we can get! From the 27th June I'll be there every Monday from 1.30.

Today is the first day this year that I have spent completely on my own (including phone calls!). I know that sounds lame but it's true. I live with my mum, I have a (practically) conjoined twin named Jesus & I basically text the Jayster all day normally. It's not that I don't like being on my own, because I do, but it just doesn't happen that often. After a morning of completing 3 past papers & not crying I rewarded myself by spending the rest of the day on my balcony admiring my awesome plants, listening to the entire back catalog of Reel Big Fish, painting Sailor Jerry tattoos in my Moleskine, cutting up pictures from the Resort 2012 collections, drinking ginger beer shandies (1/2 ginger beer, 1/2 beer) & creating a pool of black wax that I am somewhat transfixed by & may or may not be a safety hazard.

On the topic of Resort 2012 I've finally gotten round to posting collection on the ICBFASHION tumblr **HERE** I'll post up the collages I made today at some point as well. I'm quite obsessed with Jenni Kayne & the Pucci suits but Givenchy's show was today! Woo! Damn tumblr & it's maximum post limit. Now I was going to go out but having realised I should be able to spend one day alone, I'm going to have a bath & finish the shit out of Mrs Dalloway.

Laters.

I'm so tired it's ridiculous. I've been mindlessly cross-stitching since about five this morning but I have finished my vulva for the Shoreditch Sisters Embroideries Campaign to end Female Genital Mutilation. They're making a quilt of them. If you in anyway are able to apply images to fabric I totally insist that you get involved. You can make it as abstract (or realistic) as you want, just has to be 7"x7". All the details are here. I should be revising physics but I just can't, it's like a massive brick wall or something. I've made the flashcards & I lay them, my textbook & all the past papers out in front of me & even with the answers in my hand I have no idea how they got what they got. I don't know whether to cry or just...keep pretending time doesn't exist.

In other news I'm having somewhat of an existential crisis about the blog. It may be the lack of sleep or sobriety over the weekend, but I feel like I really want to do something. It's been amazing getting more followers recently, but I feel like I've done pretty well on getting awesome bloggers to comment regularly with interesting insights rather than for their own gain. But then it's so amazing when you feel like people actually read your blog, right? I feel like because I'm not a *fashion* blogger, or even a *political* blogger or an *art* blogger then I can't really ask for a concise audience either, do you know what I mean? But I know there are amazing people who, like me are interested in all sorts of things & it's so great to be able to find those people. Anyway, I don't know what I'm talking about. In conclusion: I might do some guest blogging on a politics blog about fashion. No?

I think this was mainly prompted by the South West Blogger Meet Up Dichohecho told me about. Because they're meeting up in Cabot Circus to go shopping, which I have a resolution not to do this year. & it made me think about how awesome it would be to actually meet some bloggers who think like me & are generally amazing. Maybe I should do my own & we can go charity shop shopping in Clifton (they get the best picks in Bristol...). Even though I have no money, am saving any I do have for Berlin, & should be chained to a desk revising Mass Defects. I'm tired & not making sense. E-mail me if any of this sounds plausible: neonpeg@gmail.com.

Awesome.

Spending the weekend with lots of sweaty tattooed men, trying my best to get hurt but not too hurt in many a mosh pit, not knowing the bands but moving like my life depends on their music. Still not quite over the hilarity of The Pretty Reckless being a part of it but well looking forward to Linkin Park as when I saw them before I crowd surfed for the very first time. I'm armed up with DMs & disco pants. Wish me luck. Photo source.

Gone Moshing.

I first came across colour infrared film over a year ago now when Dazed printed one of Richard Mosse's amazing Congo photos on their back page. I then did some vague research online before becoming baffled about having to order it from some dude who cut it himself (?). I then asked in London Camera Exchange in Bath where I was told about Barry who used to have some in his fridge. It all got a bit dodgy & so I left Barry - wherever he may be - alone with his fridge & his infrared film. But killing time on flickr the other day I did another search & found some amazing photos by this guy & many more. So maybe I should go back & investigate further... does anyone know anything about the mystery colour infrared? Maybe I should just get better at Photoshop. Or go back & try harder to find Barry's fridge...

Or not.

Timed post because even though my day will be dedicated to the person these songs are for, I couldn't leave my little corner of the blogosphere with nothing. Here is my 3 year anniversary mixtape for the sid to my nancy, the clyde to my bonnie, (in fact he's probably more like the sid to my bonnie with less heroin & guns. Anyway...) the artist to my French girl, the peanut to my bambi. I am talking smitten nonsense I know. But anyway here's my attempt at a love mixtape through punk, an ode to the be-tatted one in my life, but also to you guys for being rather awesome & lovely too. Personalized mixtape made here.

I hope you like it!