you make loving fun.

Lust vs. Love? Please discuss.

at least once a week I fully miss MySpace

Like what would my profile song be RN?

Also I don't think I'd have too much of a problem picking my top 8 these days. The late 20's friendship cull is real. 

every second counts.

March through April 2015 has been the busiest I've ever been in a working environment. nearing burnout. send help.

and all the things you might do.

complementary colours.
orange dress from Primark. blue art on walls in Shoreditch.

fashion 5 minutes.

something quite incredible happened. i got featured in my favourite fashion weekly, GRAZIA. i was spotted by the Style Hunter whilst i was working at The Stylist's Rail, March event at The Hoxton Hotel. i don't particularly like the picture, my hair looks awful but at least my legs are tanned so seems fine.

pinafore - ASOS
blouse - Uniqlo
glasses - Specsavers
boots - Truffle

the lovely Phil Taylor (aka The Style Hunter) who spotted me also posted the picture on his blog - you can check out that and the rest of his snaps here.

London Swag. or something.

quite amazingly i got invited along to be apart of the 'London Swag' March Faces Shopcade photo shoot.
i pretty much hate having my photo taken and get very nervous when being interviewed but my flattered ego got the better of me and i decided to go along and take part. the kid screaming over my babble half way through is priceless also.

faces of March Shopcade list
my look from The Stylist's Rail list 

between projects.

as a freelancer finding oneself, however briefly, 'between projects' means there's plenty of time to sit and lose hours on the internet. which is in a way somewhat counter productive to finding work. well it is and it isn't. one needs a substantial internet and social media presence to convince any potential employers of that they are in fact an internet savvy creative employable person and a you know 'somebody'. but too much presence and well there's opinions to be disagreed with, more room for faux pas you know what i mean.

plus loosing hours or shall i be honest days to the internet isn't really ideal full stop. of course it wouldn't be be half as bad if i was using the time wisely. but when there is a bounty of youtube videos of fluffy bunnies having bath time to be watched or Adventure Time gifs to be vaguely amused by, why do anything else. there is a lot to be said for pinterest too and the torturous pinning things i can't afford or how about the classic reading of other girls blogs which instead of inspiring me to improve my own only induces a cold sweat at their seemingly more interesting and probably perfect lives. but the thing that you really don't want to get me started on is my tumblr addiction.

so with that said i thought i'd share my efforts on the internet away from this blog here.
girlandtheparty tumblr
NEWWEIRDOS tumblr

my favourite bunny bath time video



some one help me. employ me. save me from my self.

window shopping.

just browsing, thanks.

who cares.

"you're hairy and I'm fat let's just be in love and not care together"

shut up and dance.

it's nearly christmas mother fuckers and it's time to party.

hat

you got left behind one night. supposed to be in the lost property. now you're mine.
you have a hole and are a little bit skanky. you were meant for a boy. and you are a little bit 90's. but i really like you anyway. i havent taken you off since. seems fine.

some girls have all the fuck.

i like your cherry sex.

and i quote.

"i really miss you. it's been 24 hours and i miss you"

so i'm drunk. on affection.

(and probably mostly red wine)

some of them came out okay.

 

i took these pictures. they are mine.  i am not particularly pleased with them or proud of them for that matter. they are the best of a 36 exposure film. but nonetheless. steal them and i will cut you.

eyes wide. shut.

i got some bins finally. and i can mother fucking see stuff.  it's incredible.  i've been missing out on some good things.  like detail, facial expressions and everyday life for a long time.

street sitting. street drinking.

keeping it forever classy at Hackney Wick-ed.

i am

off to Leeds this
weekend to see my favourite face

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.

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.