I've been looking so long at these pictures of you.

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Photos from kodak disposable cameras (the second batch taken on expired film)

I was going to start with the old classic "if you haven't been reading my blog for very long, then you wouldn't know that I'm rather a fan of film photography" line, then, on checking, I realised I haven't posted any of my disposable camera shots for the entirety 2013. For me, this came as a little bit of a surprise, but getting an iPhone (and, of course, immediately downloading instagram) for my birthday/Christmas last year, and finally investing in my DSLR meant that I had a means of taking photos on the go, which was much more convenient than the few day wait for your photos to be developed in Boots, even if my advantage card points have suffered a noticeable dip. I have about five on the go right now, with one simply lying around waiting to be developed (I left it in Kendal though, so thanks for posting it back to me Clarity!), so I'm going to try my hardest to get back into it in the new year, as there really isn't anything better than flicking through your printed photos. It goes to show how much my blog has developed in the past year, changing from something I did in my (lots of) spare time at the university of liverpool, to a place for me to develop my photography skills and write fushwun in a way that won't bore my friends in real life (although I did get you a point on the pub quiz for that, don't you forget!); I'm happy with the way it's changed (and am particularly proud of these four outfit posts), but it's always nice to share something that you enjoy, and bits of my life which aren't necessarily picture perfect.

I did think the end of the year would be a pretty good time to share the few that I have taken over the past few months; a more "me" end of year summary than a year in style or instagram post. Although these are only images of heading to the Isle of Wight Festival with Jazmine, Olivia, and Sabby, and a romantic trip to Paris to celebrate the latter's 21st, a lot has happened this year. I only went and bloody graduated with a good grade, then found myself moving to Munich (and even managed to set up a German bank account by myself, speaking constantly in the language that my A Level teachers assumed I'd just give up on afterwards, and kinda had...), not to mention travelling round more of the UK (Sheffield, York, and the Lake District), going to gigs (personal highlights include Miles Kane's acoustic set in Heebie's, Beyoncé et al at Chime for Change, Brownstock, Knife Party's Haunted House, and, of course, Arctic Monkeys at Earl's Court), and having a damn good time whilst doing it. Here's to a 2014 with less rain (impossible), tea prices at an unprecedented low (unlikely), more girl bands (there better be), and more laughs (definitely).

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A dream is a wish your heart makes.

Blouse: gift, French Connection. Skirt: £33, Luella, via ebay. Belt: 20p, charity shop. Shoes: 50p, Russell and Bromley, via ebay.

It wouldn't be a twenty-first without acting like a child, would it? Sabby bounded onto the RER A with me, Sophie, Tom, and Brad in tow, and, as we wound our way East, the train slowly filled with little ones, each of us heading to Disneyland Paris. A weird mixture of food and stomach-churning rides (my ten and twenty-first year old self's dream combination), the day was spent wandering between the two parks, bringing back memories from when I went on a surprise trip a whole twelve years ago. Now I'm tall enough to go on Space Mountain and Tower of Terror (twice), and it certainly hasn't lost its magic.

We ended the day sitting by the side of the castle, watching Disney Dreams. It was slightly different to the bonfire night celebrations of November (namely that I wasn't in about three coats), but we were all still clutching our hot chocolates as we watched the spectacle unfold. By the time we got back to our room, we decided it probably wasn't a good idea to go out, particularly as we'd missed the last metro, so instead made ourselves a pasta box or five, and settled down before heading home via St Pancras the next day.


You can't just give it away like it means nothing.

Blouse: gift, Hobbs. Skirt: £1.50, Jigsaw via charity shop. Denim jacket: £63, Hobbs. Belt: 20p, charity shop. Bag: £3, charity shop. Shoes: 50p, Russell and Bromley via charity shop. 

Gem recommended I head to Le Marais if I had time, and with my favourite falafel vendor residing there (sorry 3am Camden van, you serve your purpose, but it's just not the same) it was hardly a push to get the metro to Hôtel de Ville and sample that chickpea goodness at L'as du Fallafel again (check out my very happy face in the last photo). Whilst in the area, we also headed to Kilo Shop, one of Paris' vintage shops that sells its wares based on how much it weighs. Unfortunately I left empty handed, but Sabby picked up another belt for her collection. When trying to find a London comparison to the area, the closest I can think of is soho, with bars residing next to cafés, then boutiques such as The Kooples and Sandro happily nestled alongside; it's the kind of place where you're bound to find something worthwhile if you just keep meandering up and down its connected streets, but our feet were getting a little tired, so we headed back to cité université for a bite to eat before heading to Le Poulailler.


When the music's over.

Midi dress: £13, Primark. Belt: 20p, charity shop. Necklace: Sabby's. Shoes: 50p, Russell and Bromley via ebay. Bag: £3, charity shop.

Bon soir!

My whirlwind trip to Paris feels like a lifetime ago, even though I only came back on Tuesday. For Sabby's twenty-first, we headed to the Continent where she's been studying for the past few months as part of her course. I visited last December, but this time a whole cohort of us ended up jumping on the Eurostar to wish this girl a happy birthday. This time it was certainly a lot hotter (no need for fur hats), so I whipped out my only midi for a wander to the twentieth arrondissement. 

Before the rest of our sorry lot turned up, Sabby and I visited Père Lachaise. Admittedly not the jolliest location for a day trip, but I've always wanted to pay my dues to a certain Mr Wilde (thanks for the 2:1!), as well as Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf, Balzac, et al. Thankfully the sunshine took the edge off the dreary occasion, and we could wander the wiggly pathways without too much trouble, before heading to a café for mojitos, just in time to avoid the sudden downpour. We did, however, have to brave it to pick up Biggs from Gare du Nord, so I can only apologise for the wild hair in my outfit photos. Unlike my local club, there aren't pay-per-minute straighteners on parisian street corners.

For dinner we headed to Blend on Olivia's recommendation and, in short, it was good. Very good. We got there just before it opened at 7, and were worried as we were the only diners. Give it ten minutes, and we were glad to have got there, as a queue had formed, and we were able to stalk (or roll) past the rumbling bellies, full with burger and chips. 


Ball so hard.

1. City of Romance.
2. Hôtel de Ville.
3. My hostess.
4. Musée d'Orsay.
5. Snap!
6. Crocodile.
7. Les Puces de Saint-Ouen.
8. How could you not?
9. Oh right, yeah, because there are so many stairs.
10. Cité Université - our home for a week.
11. Windswept atop the Arc de Triomphe.
12. Galeries Lafayette's Christmas tree (and the perfect Sessun coat, but that's another matter).
13.Parisian sunset.

Here are a few visual aids to remembering seven days in Paris. The trip consisted of seemingly never-ending supplies of stairs, dancing to eighties anthems, lots of pastries, eating camembert for the first time, plenty of parisian sunrises, trips to Shakespeare and Company... It did rain an awful lot, though, I'll try to avoid that next time.
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