It feels like I haven't done a "proper" inspiration post for ages.
Sasha Pivovovovovovovovarova has one of those faces that just catches your eye. Some of the editorials that she's featured in have been ones that I constantly go back to. This is an AnOther one from a few issues back, but the wafts of sheer fabric and bare arms seem appropriate now, when the hope of Summer is so near, but is constantly dashed by the sudden downpour of torrential rain.
I'll do a post on my recent purchases in the near future, I haven't done a proper outfit post for even longer!


confusion in her eyes that says it all

Necklace, Topshop.

My latest purchase shows that the recent (well, it's been this way for a while, let's face it) nautical obsession is continuing. Got a dress from River Island a couple of weeks ago but I'm waiting for warmth and bare legs before that gets an outing. Rather than the make-up applied 14 hours ago/school uniform/no nail varnish combination that's going on above.

Whilst taking this photo I found the last one I'd taken on Photo Booth to be rather... blue:

Brooch; Luella. Cardigan; vintage.

A friend complained that my black and white msn display picture was annoying, and that it needed colour. Unfortunately brown hair and pale skin made the next attempt pretty much black and white, so I whipped off my brooch (my first Luella!!!) and put it prominently in view.. in my mouth. It reminds me of something, but I don't know what?

Apologies if this post seems a bit disjointed, my work ethic is currently zero and I have history coursework and a German oral to prepare for as well as the heaps of homework that is slowly mounting up, as well as a little writing project I've got going underway.... workworkwork, and not the time to do it in!


Photo: Sonia Rykiel fall 2011, courtesy of The Cherry Blossom Girl

I spent a long while today making a present for a friend's birthday today. Patti Smith was my soundtrack to my labours, an album recommended to me by a friend. There wasn't anyone else in the room while my oil pastel smudged fingers shaded the various areas of the page, but I was still unwittingly surrounded by their influence.

I was having a discussion earlier about whether friends are worth it. He was saying that he doubted he'd keep in touch with anyone when he moved on to university in September. Maybe one, maybe two, but he wouldn't really make that much of an effort to try and retain the closeness that he'd built up over the past seven years. I wondered if I was an exception to this rule, or if I were just another person who was an annoyance in his day to day life.

To me, friends are inextricable from me. So what if sometimes they're annoying? They are integral to my progression, they make me happy, they make me sad, they anger me, and I've cried myself to sleep over them. Songs remind me of them, and my walls are littered with photos of us.

The photo below was sent to me by one. I have no idea where it's from. All I know is that it's saved as "me and jo". I think that's all I really need to know about it.

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