When I first moved out to cambridge for my first year I spotted a couple of these dope leather satchels by a company called the Cambridge Satchel Company, and I was all bugging out over how solid they were and how they'd never fall apart like all my other bags invariably do - but I was kind of disappointed with the colourways they came in. All of them were too "Cambridge", which is a shit thing to say and I always hate on anybody that comes at me with a Cambridge stereotype, but yeah, whatever, they were really posh looking.
Anyway, the CSC have teamed up with Dover Street Market to produce possibly the most beautiful collection of bags in neon colours, it's like someone took out their highlighter set and coloured in some lovely bags. I'm after the neon pink in 15 inch, but it seems to be sold out already. Bitching. I'ma put this on the wishlist, along with new kicks, money, a car, the ability to pass my second year exams and wider hips (I'm starting to irrationally worry about childbirth and bodycon dresses)
London will always be my home, the friends and family I have there are irreplaceable and are some of the people I will hold closest to my heart for the rest of my life.
Now that I've got the soppy stuff over and done with, today, after our family riverside walk, I got in and decided to go trawling websites for stuff I'd buy for the new house in Cambridge if I had bottomless pockets. Or the trust of Natwest PLC.
Kim Graham has corrupted me.
Not only is she a massive stoner*, as proved by that photo, but she has also sweet-talked** me into going to see Against Me, a "punk-rock" band in November to celebrate our wonderful birthdays.
I use inverted commas with that genre because when I say "punk-rock", I can't help saying it without a slight pause before and after it, like I am actually saying it with the inverted commas floating in mid air. I don't do rock. Jen played me something by some guy with small and tate in his name and it didn't go down well. Liam played me some Guns and Roses, which I liked, but I was informed by Jen and Kim that that bullshit doesn't fly when it comes to saying "I like rock", it's modern rock or no rock. Kim played me some Motorhead and I nearly cried. However, I have been to gigs where rock music was featured. The most hard-core "modern rock" I've been to see was some strange Japanese band in Angel a few years, and that was only because I thought the drummer was cute. Then he came out with white-out contacts in, and I decided to drink until the music sounded or he looked hot. Neither he nor it ever did.
Hmm.
However, I am positive that I will enjoy this. Kim has played me something called Coheed & Cambria, which I was not averse to. If that band was in man form, I wouldn't kick him out of bed.
Wouldn't invite him in sober though.
Anyway, here's a little bit of Against Me! for you to listen to and judge whether you think I'm mad or not. Kim tells me this song is their new commercialised stuff, and therefore less scary to me.
In true form, I'm less worried about the gig than I am about what I'll wear. If I had a limitless budget, I'd wear studded ashish for the entire gig and a pair of yummy desert boots. But I don't have that budget, so it's going to be old nikes and THIS outfit, which I'm saving up for..
Lace Jacket and Jeans, Urban Outfitters; Corsellete & Necklace, Topshop
EDIT:
Kim played me Machine Head.
Not Motor Head.
Apparently they're different.
DISCLAIMER
*by "massive stoner" I mean she had a few puffs of some green I found 4 months dry in my presence once
and
**by "sweet-talked" I mean she posted on facebook 'who wants to go to a gig?' and I eagerly replied that I would DEFINITELY go.
And if that's true, I'm feeling now that I have two homes. One obviously in London with my amazing family and wonderful friends, and the other here in Cambridge with the guys and dolls at Fitz.
Yesterday was lovely, I rearranged my room so now I have a MASSIVE floor space, like 4 or 5 people could happily squidge in with eachother and sleep on it. It's humoungous.
Because it's so big, Jen and I decided it was the perfect place for the giant inflatable "boudoir" that she had brought to be placed.
Cue a very very long time sitting in my room blowing it up, and some really bad/funny innuendoes. Perhaps they were only funny because we had no oxygen left going to our brains.
"I just realised, my head's in your crotch, and I'm blowing really hard.."
"It's impossible to blow when it's hard"
"Why isn't it going up, at all?"
"Maybe we're just better at blowing than you are.."
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.
