Will You Make Out With Me?

Yesterdays outfit, black shirt from H&M, granda’s denim cut off’s, black skull ribbon from Wheels and Doll Baby, black blazer from Mother’s closet.

Oblique Strategy

Thursday’s conclusion to my fine art project ‘Obstructions’.

Freeze Frieze Freeze

Today I went the Frieze Art Fair and I just wanted to buy everything. My favourite was the Roman archeological digs dotted around the tent.
Go tomorrow its the final day for 2010.

Your life moto should be:
‘I am a winner and I might be stopped and failure is not an option but a lesson’

Send Them Back

Last Nights Hair and Yesterdays Outfit

Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye!

Martha! Come!
Clapclop. Clipclap. Clappyclap.

On The Street Where You Live

Mars in Capricorn

Last night, Saturday September 18th, Mother Dearest, Uncle Frank and I travelled to Waterlooville for a house concert at one of my Uncle’s many fans homes.
I saw a few familiar faces and watched the rest squirm as my Uncle revealed the characteristics behind their birth signs.
After years of being told I am such an Aquarian and being given Liz Greene charts from a young age the astrological truth just doesn’t scare me anymore.
On a side note I must say the chilli we were served afterwards was delicious.

Mould and Hot Lipstick

I started Central St Martin’s last Monday, and it’s everything I expected and more.  Although I didn’t enjoy being cast a loser for not doing drugs. I have one thing to say to those LOSERS, I do chemo, morphine and meltlets.

So far I (along with the people in my group) have created a personal identity project, a coffee inspired mould billboard and a masking tape 2D number one collage.

Mummy Dearest purchased me a new lipstick, called Hot, just like her.

Lime’s, Lemon’s and South American’s

Today my Mother and I ventured to her work colleague’s annual BBQ.

Gilbert, whom I have never met was charming and welcoming.  He had created a cosy atmosphere, transporting you from Shepherd’s Bush to a secret garden.

There was plenty of alcohol and enough to food to feed the fattest man alive.

It was pleasant and definitely worth my Saturday afternoon.

The Shit Shock Horror

Yesterday I attended a gruesome event, a Wedding.  Living in a fast paced and modern society, I have become an unbeliever in saying ‘I Do’.  Maybe my pessimistic views are fuelled by the high divorce rates or the fact that my parents are separated too but I just can’t understand how people can truly believe they will stay in love with the same person ‘Till death do them part’, in this day an age.  The Wedding that requested my presence was exactly how I imagined it to be, seeping with romantic nonsense.  However It gave my Mother and I an excuse to dress up.

My Mother wore a skirt and top combo both purchased in Cos, teamed with velvet stiletto’s with a flower motif from Office.

I decided to opt for an Annie Hall/Early Coco Chanel look with vintage trousers, my Granda’s waist coat and vintage fur shawl finished with wedges from Aldo and of course my Leon sunglasses.

Being West London gal’s we travelled the sixteen tube stops and walked 1.5 miles just to spend 4 hours with organic Cola and bad company.  Although we were celebrating the union of two people who I have known for eight years and to be perfectly honest I am happy for them, the evening was sour with fake air kisses and obvious bitching occurring in the shadows.  There were only  a handful of genuine people who seemed to be happy to see my Mother and I.

The highlight of the night was the Photobooth.

Note to Self:

I Hate Family Affairs.