Juno Temple:
off of Atonement, and St Trinians, and...that kind of thing. I forget what else she's been in and i cba to look it up.
all imgs from tumblr
i should post more, but uni work and snow are making me lethargic. *kanyeshrug*
Sunday, 28 November 2010
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
500.
this is my 500th post.
I KNOW. 500 whole posts of nothing in particular.
do not expect anything of note in this landmark post; but do expect the unexpected.
et voila - anna wintour, some time ago. i'm gonna go ahead and place these in the late 80s/early 90s? but look at her! in colour! in shiny fabrics! minus the glasses!
she looks considerably more fun than she does now. i mean, i'd quite like to hang out with late 80s/early 90s anna.
and bares a passing resemblance to mary quant when she has darker hair.
a post about fashion and the 80s/90s. maybe, in future, you should expect the expected.
Saturday, 20 November 2010
annie.
as in Hall. a little? yes?
it is raining today. a lot. good news is i have a lot of work to do so i shall be inside in thewarm dry... though i have already been into town for a replacement phone and some tights. exciting.
in other news, i can't work my new (temporary) phone because i am so used to a touchscreen now. iphone, RIP.
in other other news, 5 DAYS TIL' INTERPOL!!!!
thrifted blazer+jumper+shirt//trousers off of placeement//new look shoes//H&M necklace+ring//definite need to take off nail polish
it is raining today. a lot. good news is i have a lot of work to do so i shall be inside in the
in other news, i can't work my new (temporary) phone because i am so used to a touchscreen now. iphone, RIP.
in other other news, 5 DAYS TIL' INTERPOL!!!!
Thursday, 18 November 2010
daily.
keeping things ticking over.
wearing vaguely similar outfits. i forgot to take a pic of the day in between this and the last post, but the duck egg blue skirt i got from hey baby chief panda made it's first appearance...
vintage leather jacket + fur collar//H&M dress//thrifted jumper//matalan(?) belt//
select shoes//topshop shorts//primark necklace//vintage+etsy rings
yknow, i often think "when/if i ever get a well paying job, what am i gonna spend my first paycheck on?" - realistically it'll be something sensible, or an apple product, or something kitchen-y, but in my head it's some piece of frivolity; something designer.
a rick owens leather jacket would be the dream, of course. or a pair of louboutins. a little cliché. but really, given how much i love the stuff, i'm not enitrely sure why i've never considered some leopard print affair from the godfathers of leopard print themselves, dolce & gabbana. seems like a good call.
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
hangover.
the aftermath.
'hangover attire' isn't an oft-explored niche - i'm assuming that's because most people spend such periods of their life in bed/on the couch/on the bathroom floor, in the foetal position. unless they really have to leave the house, in which case jeans and hoodies will suffice.
not on my watch.
at first glance, this could be any other outfit, but below are the hallmarks of the hangover look - you'll now be able to spot whether i was a-drinking the night previous to outfit photos, and that'll be fun, right?
alternatively, you can use it as a 'how to survive a hangover' guide. i have no tips on feeling better, of course.
1. no jewellery. too much effort.
2. flat shoes. anything with a heel or a wedge = too much effort.
3. slightly less makeup; no need for eyeliner or lipstick or any of that malarky. blusher and mascara will suffice (because hangovers come with a pallor too deathly even for me), or would if foundation wasn't a necessity per moi.
4. increasingly poor choices. because sheer skirts and leggings in wet/cold/muddy november. although, let's be honest, i would've donned similar items when not hungover. i am never seasonally appropriate; there is about a week in september where my style is approps, otherwise i'm too hot in my layers or too cold in my sheers. pfft. at least i've plonked some thick socks on over my leggings/under my cut-out shoes. great choice, great choice.
5. no waist. this is the biggie. the giveaway. because everything i wear defines my waist.no tights, no high waists, nothing too tight on the delicate mid-section, lest that queasy feeling claw it's way back. just when i was starting to feel better. ergh.
6. overcompensation. i might not feel good, but dammit, i'm going to look it. i want the finest clothes available to man, i want them here, and i want them now.
yes? yes.
'hangover attire' isn't an oft-explored niche - i'm assuming that's because most people spend such periods of their life in bed/on the couch/on the bathroom floor, in the foetal position. unless they really have to leave the house, in which case jeans and hoodies will suffice.
not on my watch.
thrifted jumper+skirt//H&M leggings//primark socks//asos brogues
at first glance, this could be any other outfit, but below are the hallmarks of the hangover look - you'll now be able to spot whether i was a-drinking the night previous to outfit photos, and that'll be fun, right?
alternatively, you can use it as a 'how to survive a hangover' guide. i have no tips on feeling better, of course.
1. no jewellery. too much effort.
2. flat shoes. anything with a heel or a wedge = too much effort.
3. slightly less makeup; no need for eyeliner or lipstick or any of that malarky. blusher and mascara will suffice (because hangovers come with a pallor too deathly even for me), or would if foundation wasn't a necessity per moi.
4. increasingly poor choices. because sheer skirts and leggings in wet/cold/muddy november. although, let's be honest, i would've donned similar items when not hungover. i am never seasonally appropriate; there is about a week in september where my style is approps, otherwise i'm too hot in my layers or too cold in my sheers. pfft. at least i've plonked some thick socks on over my leggings/under my cut-out shoes. great choice, great choice.
5. no waist. this is the biggie. the giveaway. because everything i wear defines my waist.no tights, no high waists, nothing too tight on the delicate mid-section, lest that queasy feeling claw it's way back. just when i was starting to feel better. ergh.
6. overcompensation. i might not feel good, but dammit, i'm going to look it. i want the finest clothes available to man, i want them here, and i want them now.
yes? yes.
as a side note; i adore this jumper. it's the perfect amount of slouchy and it's comfy AND warm AND it looks good; despite the holes in the cuffs (roll up the sleeves: problem solved), the slight pink shade from a rogue-red-item-in-the-wash situation and, now, the wonky hem where some of the thread has come out. oh dear.
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