noon burned gold into our hair

moving in
the tobacco warehouse
the tobacco warehouse

It's been quite busy recently.
Instead of walking straight back to my accommodation I decided to go for a wander around bits of Liverpool I'd never been to before. Lots of deserted car parks, bombed out buildings, rubble and brick walls. The Tobacco Warehouse looked so beautiful in the late afternoon light. I noticed a hole in the wall (next to where I'm standing in the second photo, actually) and through it was the most delightful canal.

A nice little break from reading and responsibilities. Then I had a jacket potato with coleslaw for dinner.

xxx
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t shirt; £20; arctic monkeys at don valley bowl gig (take me baaack). skirt; £15; topshop. belt; 20p; charity shop. tights; £1; topshop. boots; £30; topshop. bag; mother's. jacket (over bag); £22; primark. messy hair; c/o essex seaside breeze.

this is such a ridiculously "me" outfit. just minus a collar of some kind.
i'm back at university now, so no little quaint places like this to take photos in (thanks mum).
feeling a little bit lost, and drowning in "bleak house".

xxx
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an overgrown house party.

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last photo by ashlea hugh

i attended brownstock festival for the second year in a row (see my post about last year's here). of course i managed to successfully avoid any of the professional photographers, yet i managed to go through a total of two and a half disposable cameras, as well as most of the film on my lomo fisheye (yet to be developed, the suspense/fear lies palpably inside my bag).
i don't know whether it's the board games, pianoke (there was a rather impressive rendition of parklife), or the mindset of the local rugby club to dress up (i saw mankinis, a french maid, and some nuns), but i just love brownstock. it's small, especially when compared to the only other nearby festival v, but that just adds to the charm. and lessens the queue for the mediterranean wraps. so good, i can't even.

and somehow we adopted/inherited/won a pink unicorn, christened dave.

xxx

ps, i've been featured by florrie on british style bloggers. click through if you fancy a little read about paying to wash your clothes and how film photography is fab.
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