Last night was fun, but LONG. The night started at a ridunk 8.30 when we all met up to catch a 94. Like fools we bought our pre-drinks at BestOne, meaning we were all subject to a hundred million renditions of "hey beautiful, my future wiiiiives."
Eck.
It was okay though, when we arrived at yoyo we got in and because the band were still setting up we got a booth pretty quick. Other than the 10 minutes I spent inside my own head trying to figure out why I wasn't saying anything, the night moved smooth. The first dj played an interesting set.. It was like bad hip-hop with a few gems thrown in to get you (and trap you) on the dancefloor. I spent most of the night following kaysi's finger as she yelled "THERE'S M.I.A" and pointed, and I was all like "WHAT WHERE WHAT HOW WHAT WHERE?" until I finally saw her behind the dj booth with her hubby. and I was all like "ohh."
After yoyo we were going to go to kaysi's brother's house. I got out my trusty blackberry and punched in the address, and after us trekking through the wildnerness of ealing and possibly definitely waking up more than a few middle class families, we discovered that Kaysi's brother didn't live at 22 Goldsmith Avenue, he lived at 22 Goldsmith Road.
That's when the night ended and we dragged our sorry selves to a 266 bus stop and shouted everytime a fox crossed the road.
Here are a few shots from the night though..
Lack of film and money for film leads to a million blurry unidentifiable images on my phone.. these are the ones where you can kind of see what is going on.
Today was a REALLY good day. I spent it with good friends and in good(ish) weather, taking advantage of the amazing city that I live in.
Because Jen was down for a couple of days, I had a few days off work to travel around with her and really appreciate London. Yesterday we went to the British Museum to look at pretty much everything, but today was even better. Me, Jen and Katy spent the afternoon at the Tate Modern and wandering about the south end of Oxford Street and Tottenham Court Road, running away from overly enthusiastic album touts.
Miraslaw's Giant Box, photographed by Philip Jones.
At the moment, the tenth installment in the Unilever Series is Miroslaw Balka's "How It Is". His piece is an amazing grey steel structure housing a pitch black chamber measuring 13 metres high and 30 metres long. The entire inside is coated with a soft furry black velvet, a fabric that not only absorbs any light that hits it, but provides a reeally amazing and sensual feeling when you reach out and find you're at a wall.
I literally spent 10 seconds going "oh my god, it's SO SOFT"
The fact that inside the huge steel box you are deprived of any sight, any encounter you have with someone or something feels ten times as dynamic. Speech was piercingly amplified and seemed to come from a precise location and touch sent tiny fizzes down my fingertips. Needless to say, I'm still really excited about this massive box. I'd recommend a visit to EVERYONE. Although, pick a better day than we did for visiting, due to "industrial action" half of the Tate was closed!! Only the post Second World War pieces on the 3rd floor were still open, I was very very disappointed to be missing out on Jeff Koons' work on the 5th.
It's hardly a secret that I am full on in LOVE with those Balenciaga hoof boots. And the Sam Edelman knock offs. Sadly, for me, neither is within my budget. But it hasn't stopped me lusting.
Today, on an e-bay shoe-searching binge however, I found something that made my heart stop.
A pair of knock off knock offs.
So knocked off that they're down from Balenciaga's $1700
down from Edelman's $350
all the way down
down
to $70.. That's £45 to us brits.
£45?!
FORTY FIVE POUNDS?
Yes please. Although it'll mean for sure that I have NO money AT ALL.
Lately I've felt very adult, very grown up and responsible. That's not to say that I'm good at being grown up, mind, but I feel that I've been forced to mature quite a bit over the past few months. However, last night Kaysi took me and the girls to a house party with people from lush, and I've never felt younger.
While it was nice to chit chat with people quite a bit older than me, I had to skip friendly drunk and hit enthusiastic-about-everything drunk to not feel like I was the victim of paedophilic grooming for half the night..
I'd love to say it was an amazing night but I'm not sure it was.
I woke up on my living room sofa with gold dots all over my face and my NYC toursit glasses still tangled in my fro. I have a missed call from someone I've saved as "Welsh Minger From House Party" and a series of texts to friends about how I had found a stick-on moustache on the floor.
Either way, the night ended well, me not getting with the "welsh minger from house party" despite his persistence, Kaishia back on good form drinking £3.33 wine and Kaysi getting her fix (to the delight of us ALL) at 4am.
I hear that in the dead heat of summer, one finds it most enjoyable to run about the streets and avenues of gay paris, pretending that you "parlez français" and swinging off lamposts to the soft beats from your bestie's bright red boombox.
I'm baack!!
Today, because it was super sunny and I felt my jumpsuit hadn't got enough wear (it really has) me and Kaishia went for a super fun walk around Acton. We discussed classes, poor attendance and general university stuff. And also geography, apparently one of Kaishia's best friends comes from "norwegia".
I don't think anyone can take the piss out of Sherrelle's "Welshians and Canadish" now...
Some photos from our disturbing walk around bonny Acton..
(£1 each. I think 2 birthday boys will be getting a fireman and policeman's uniform each for their birthday)
This is just upsetting. People are advertising for sex with an older woman in corner shop windows now?! That makes me sad. Really really sad.
Despite my huge huge hatred for the idea of a camera that will, without fail, screw up every image you every take on it, I've found myself lusting after the dreamy images that are produced with a crappy plastic lens and inevitable light leaks.
I object to the £25 price tag on one of those fad-cameras though. If I'm going to get a shitty camera, I'd rather not spend two day's rent on it. One day's rent I could deal with..
What do you all think? Are images with colours like these worth me going against everything I've ever said when it comes to photography??
It's easy enough to get these effects in photoshop, but I do love collecting my colour prints from the developers not knowing what I've got. It's like re-living the day you shot all over again.
We're all so bad at organising, but it is my mission to go to barcelona this summer. I've watched Vicky Christina Barcelona like 5 times this term, become cambridge's biggest Gaudi fan and already planned out every day and outfit for barcelona. IT WILL HAPPEN.
I'm very up for staying at the Graffiti hostel, mostly because of the strange name and upsetting attempts at decor with street "art", and also because of the £9 a night price tag.
In preparation for summer the motown tunes have broken out (you know you love my singing laz), and I'm imagining lazy days skipping about the town with (Love is like a) Heatwave - Martha Reeves and the Vandellas
The Bureau of Communication is something I just fell in love with now on my tumblr tumblings.
I love this form in particular, "I have felt this way since.. I WAS BORN/this morning". Made me laugh out loud, really loudly till I realised it's half midnight and there are 9am's tomorrow.
Alberto Seveso creates beautiful images season in, season out, but his collections titled 'Medicina Rossa' and 'Sequence Verdastra' respectively, are in my mind far more powerful than his usual work. Shying away from his comfort zone of image manipulation and digital sculpting, Seveso describes these two collections as "simply varnish into a fish bowl".
That test I've been moaning about all term is coming up on Monday morning.
Which means that really I should be revising and doing kanji-rote, rather than trawling music blogs and engaging in an epically long facebook stalking session with Jen. Which then quickly mutated into something scary and not fit for blogging or even talking in public about.
That's for another entry, perhaps when I'm wasted and come back to find that messaging everyone in my facebook contacts list isn't quite embarrassing enough. Today, happily enough did not include embarrassing myself OR getting wasted.
I woke up fresh and early at about seven o'clock, had the worlds best and longest shower (I sat down in my tiny cubicle - so so so relaxing), and then woke everyone else up ready for the vintage fair at the guild-hall. It was definitely a good day, I bought orange hot-shorts, 4 gold watches, a cashmere jumper and a big blue workman's jumpsuit (which i changed into as soon as was feasibly possible).
Later we wandered about Cambridge city *cough*village*cough* center and got free chocolates at Hotel Chocolate with Alexia, Katy and Milly. It was yum, even though I had to rush back up to Fitz to 1) change into said jumpsuit and 2) start revising for, ugh, monday.
I don't have any photos to put up tonight, and sorry for how long it's been since I posted anything of my own.. I'm feeling a little stifled at the moment when it comes to photography. I'm hoping this easter holiday will bring me some relief and a little inspiration with it.
Night night, and eventually there'll be photos of all the things I've been wasting my overdraft on xx
I'm not a raw scene/emo kid, promise. The title's gaga lyrics, which makes me (by all definitions) a cooooool kid...
The reason I'm so happy? Just finished language lectures for the term!! Finished "an introduction to modern japanese" today as well, ITS OVERR. Next term is texts, where we start translating 'kimagure robotto', or moody robots, as cheyenne's iphone app tells us.
Everything worked out as it should!! Next year I'll be living in loovely New Neale with all my favourite friends. It's going to be amazing.
Added bonus is the boys living in Old Neale, The Annex and the last New Neale house are really lovely.
In my extreme happiness and excitement for what's in store for us in... seven months, I've put together a group of pictures that show in a slightly dreamy, ideological way what living in a house of girly students will be like.
Until the boys from 12 Neale come and fudge it up...
I'm loving the spring weather at the moment, it's been nothing but blue skies and fluffy clouds lately, and it's putting everyone in such a good mood. I can't wait for summers here, punting on the cam and sleeping in the fitz gardens will be so SO lovely.
Anyway, thinking of springtime, my itunes library has taken a beating as I pushed out all the angry energetic winter music and replaced it with quieter, more peaceful beats. I swear just through the sunny weather I've already listened to Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince like 12 times already in the past hour. Embarrassing.
This is a bit of a crap post, but I'll leave you with Snoop and Cudi's pairing on "That Tree". It's a strange tune, I listened to it and was a bit freaked out by diplo's mad beat, but I'm learning to love it. Song is made b how kid just tears up the chorus, it makes me fall in love with him all over again..
Being here makes it difficult to not ride a bike EVERYWHERE, but recently I've been lazy and have been riding the bus into lectures most days. 50p for a ticket, and I get to have a latte on the way in. Yum yum yum. I can just feel the tummy-fat growing...
But now that it has gotten sunny I'm thinking it's time to get back on Pearl and start "exercising" again. While I do love my lady-like bike, I'd be riding a bicycle everyday if i had a piece of art like this muffin...
There is another bike that the geniuses over at DEATH SPRAY CUSTOM have created, 'El Capitane', but it's not as amazingly awesome as 'Figo Vengeance', this sweetheart has LACED UP LEATHER HANDLEBARS. End.OF.
Yo.
I'm sorry, I've been mad AWOL lately, but I'm back, I'm back, baby youGOTme back. ugh that was a terrible joke.
Ignore me, in my absence I've lost my sense of humour, cool and half my earrings. So upset, I suppose this warrants a trip to Primark to get those 12 gold hoops for £1.50. And a pack of tights for £1.20, ripe for ripping, just like this emo retard's, but cooler, and less bath-tubby???...
ME: I like lots of things but its shit to list that here. Read my blog, you'll get me eventually. I don't even know why this part of the blog exists, just cos its a template, and I dont know how to get rid of it. Might as well fill it with something
I don't update this blog as much as I should, apologies. I'm a 20 year old student living in London/Cambridge depending on the dates. I've just finished a difficult two years studying Japanese, and while I loved my culture/essay subjects, the grammar got to me, and I'm starting my final two years in History of Art in October! VERY exciting. This blog is both a diary for me and a collection of things within art, fashion and music that I find interesting.
