Few photos of what I like at the moment, and why fashion right now is making me want to smoke a joint, listen to Nirvana and start skateboarding again...
I don't know who this girl is - the photo was a random find a while ago. But she looks like a party.
This girl is one of my favourites on Lookbook at the moment.
Feather necklines are incredible, especially when paired with heavy boots. Doc Martens are certainly making up for loss of profits since the early nineties with the inset of this new trend now.
I want a faux fur jacket so badly. I've been traipsing throughout eBay. I need one in fact. To pair with a high bun, higher heels and skinny skinny leggings.
I wish this week would go faster. In fact I wish life would pick up in general. I really, really want copious amounts of work and social events that will keep me so busy that I barely notice the time passing until London. I am getting so excited. More and more each night that I can't sleep - when I lie about flicking throughout endless pages of unecessary information about UK taxes and flats for rent. The thought of being a part of that city makes my heart race. The dirty parties, the pints down on Brick Lane I will drink whilst I chase a sliver of sun across the pavements to keep my skin from turning completely translucent. I hope the weather is as perfect when I get back as it was when we were just there.
Birthday weekend was fairly average. Friday night - memory is completely wiped. Do remember picking up best friend from police after they found her sleeping in an alley way. Having to try keep everyone in line whilst pranging out, being questioned under bright lights, hiding the member of our group that wants to be a policeman from the police in attendance in order to avoid his saucepan eyes from keeping him out of the force.
Saturday was spent in bed with a stack of good dvd's, inc Mrs Doubtfire and some sure fire youtube hits. Speaking of which, funnyordie keeps getting better and better - will post an amazing link in the next entry.
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