literature, photography

This vast life – the real,
interior one in which we remain linked to the dead (because the
dream inside us ignores trivialities like breath, or absence) – this
vast life is
not under our control. Everything we have seen and
everyone we have known goes into us and constitutes us, whether
we like it or not. We are linked together in a pattern we cannot
see and whose effects we cannot know. One slub here, a dropped
stitch there, a bump encounter in that place, and the whole fabric
will be different once it is woven.

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fashion

locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown

Yesterday I came home to my first ever Vogue in the post. Santa got me a subscription, you see. It was all very exciting and I dived straight into the Spring-soaked pages. I’ve gone for a suitably Spring like feel in the photo effect too (see below – my first look at Vogue: March 2012). Nevermind the fact that the weather has taken a turn for the cold. Oh and by the way, our holiday’s not long away now and I’m busy, busy, busy with work things that I’m yet to divulge on here. More later, perhaps. It’s all happening. That’s not to say that I’m not still stressed, of course. For example, my laptop is dying before my very eyes, just when I actually need it. Bring on Berlin, where laptops don’t matter, but cocktails do.

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fashion, life

and i would give anything i own, give up my life, my heart, my home

I’ve been quite the lucky one and ended up with loads of time off over Christmas and New Year. While this is wonderful, it also means I haven’t really got my act back together yet. Now that January is upon us (I’m aware I’m five days late), I seriously need to save the pennies and lose the pounds (get it?). In less uncertain terms, I’m skint and tubby. This must be addressed, not least because I have a holiday to save and be skinny for. Oh and I also need to get my job-hunt on, again. It’s quite the juggling act.

As it stands, I’m off to an alright start. I’m eBaying my life away and have sorted some more work experience. But these two things alone will not be enough. Trust me though, it’s something I’m working on.

In the meantime, a suitably lovely and super famous January Vogue cover. The year, 1950. The girl, Jean Patchett.

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fashion

things just fall into place, it gets a bit clearer in london town

I’m here! Major apologies for missing fads of the week on Sunday. Excuses are: I was down south and spent most of the day on the sofa. Nothing to do with the fact that I spent Saturday night hopping around London, of course. Catching up with lots of friends and generally indulging in a little debauchery. So, having missed the fads, I thought it would only be appropriate to return with a themed blog post of sorts. Here you have it – my first look at Vogue November 2011. You can see other posts of this sort here and here.

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