what it says.





















yeah i do xx

('i think you are WOW' - mixed media illustration steal it and i will cut you)

stolen kisses.

















you stole a kiss, in fleeting final moments.

forget me not


 





































('we danced to lcd soundsystem. it was good' - mixed media illustration)

i am


off to Leeds this
weekend to see my
favourite face

let's stop hanging out.

so you can't break my heart.


('lets stop hanging out' - mixed media illustration - steal it and i will cut you)


i also made this playlist to make damn sure i don't change my mind.
"lets stop hanging out"

(what the fuck) floaty frocks

tore this out of Grazia a few weeks didn't i.  i love the melancholy.  all the grey.  i just mostly like the dress.  alot. 

gang of hours

a little while ago Elena and I did a little project, under the name of gang of hours.  feeling frustrated creatively we started making and designing jersey necklaces based on and evolved from a concept i'd had in the uni years.  we did a shoot to document the whole thing.  we had intended to take the project further and push forward with more collections and colour ways.  but we both got kinda busy.  bummer. 

the gorgeous girl doing a mighty fine pout for us is Sophie.  a massive bless her/ thanks too, for it was a very bright but deceivingly cold day.  she's also totally rocking that absolute babe 90's thing i have a penchant for.
the wonderfully accomodating and v talented mister Charles Sheldon took the pictures for us.  Check his shit here please.


















Necklaces: Gang of Hours
Concept & Styling: Elena Picone and I
Photographer: Charles Sheldon
Model: Sophie
Location: Hackney Wick in the spring time
(all pictures are property of Charles Sheldon and Gang of Hours - steal them and we will cut you)

how not to end an evening

waking up in Hainault.  the last tube back to civilisation long having been and gone. is not the one.  to the then realise you have left your debit card in a pub in Soho along with your unpaid tab.  is also not the one.  and very distressing.  you can't even actually begrudgingly pay for the over priced probably illegal mini cab home. i would not recommend this series of events as the end you want to casual Tuesday night drinks.
thank fuck for Addison Lee and the kind pal who sorted it.

mind your own business.

"can I have a taste of your ice cream. can I lick the crumbs from your table. can I interfere in your crisis...  no, mind your own business."

pure brilliance from Delta 5.  love this track.  someone in the youtube comments described it as handsome and i think i totally agree.  been somewhat obsessed with it since some one played it to me at a dinner party recently.  granted everyone else was somewhat older than me at said dinner party but that made it super interesting when it came to music discussions.  i was asked to compile a playlist to accompany the evening and i'm not gonna lie it went down pretty well (if you have spotify get it here) so we did a YACHT, Trash Kit, Cults for Delta 5 and Television trade off.  pretty fair swap i should say.




wish i could find a better video or if this is the proper video i wish it was better. tried to find some live footage of this song too again didn't have much luck.  found this rad picture though.  wouldn't look out of place partying in Dalston with us this weekend, right?

total love forever

love at first sight.  i could only be talking about my new shirt and not some silly boy.  proper old school 'Mosch' vibes from the Love Moschino range.   i laid eyes on it and wasn't going to let it out of my sight again.  i think it's just too good.  also i'm loving the buttoned up kook at the moment, i'm trying to keep things modest.  but the shirt is also over sized enough or i'm short enough for it to be worn as a dress with very opaque opaques.   win.   but perhaps not so modest.   guess it evens out.

















I couldn't help but accessorise it with my ornate black metal collar necklace.  
which i have decided instantly adds a certain je ne sais quoi to anything and everything in my wardrobe.  that said it was an absolute steal costing  me all of £4 from Primark of all places and people never fail to comment on it, whenever i wear it.  weird right.   its funny how you can just pick something up on a whim and it turn out to be the perfect accessory.

shopping for shirts and always for jokes.