watching telly, drinking wine.

ph, private.

i've been lazy.
wasting away the days since i've been back. sleeping in & waking up just as the sun goes down, reading chapter after chapter warm by the radiator but cold by the window, making lists of things to do that never get done, consuming too many cups of tea & liters of this, making toast at five am when i can't sleep, spending long mornings in bed with the macbook, sifting through the holiday photos while finding ways to display them on my walls, and filling up a mini moleskine with every remembered detail & happening from those fourteen days in nyc to be posted & shared soon.

x

cellphone diary.

cellphone snaps from my last trip to new york in all their untouched unedited naff quality glory.

1. a window view my first morning in brooklyn.
2. birthday brunch at a favourite new spot - yaffa cafe.
3. it's like elly jackson's wardrobe itself exploded onto its walls.
4. apparently, it was the eighties again at topshop & i loved it.
5. mornings were spent at olso on bedford avenue for dirty chais & soy lattes.
6. la roux in rebel rebel's window on bleeker street.
7. midafternoon maccaroons in midtown.
8. a solo breakfast outside in yaffa's garden, where i would later meet up with la roux & share yet another brunch with.
9. the 5.95 breakfast special i returned three times for during my two week stay.
10. a pink wig for stevie on the street in the east village.
11. at the cmj fader party in the ace hotel. to see florence, of course.
12. sequined dress found at my favourite new vintage shop of which i have sadly forgotten the name. 1st av between st. marks place & w 14th.
13. reading the book my new best friend mickey o'brien, the lovely lady on keys for la roux, gave to me for the plane ride home.

more new york to come...

x

you've been two weeks gone and so tonight i followed you home.

just some pretty things to look at until my triumphant return.
soon, i promise.

A.

i'm going in for the kill.

am so very excited for the upcoming shows tonight & tomorrow night though i don't think anything could top the unplanned brunch i shared with the entire band yesterday afternoon...photos soon, after the films developed.

x

i just dance the way i feel.

by the time you read this i'll be gone for two weeks in new york city. celebrating my birthday today, on the seventeenth. staying in brooklyn with mates. flea markets on sunday. city adventures on monday. cmj week. florence + the machine on tuesday, the xx on thursday. la roux monday in the city, an early morning bus to boston for la roux (again) on tuesday. home wednesday. updates here;

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A.

i'm doing it for a thrill.

http://ladypennisha.blogspot.com/

because what could be better than a job where duties include rummaging through a crowded portobello road in search of the perfect outfit for la roux's new video, attending front row fashion shows & openings of hip new boutiques, assisting behind shoots & general runnings about london town brushing shoulders with the likes of katie grand along the way? all whilst calling super cool stylist/dj/designer nova dando your boss? nothing.

A.

she only reads love poems and fashion magazines.

chiffon, denim, braided leather, minimalist black dresses, simple necklaces, quirky sunnies, tight gloves, florals, choppy hair, multiple crosses, gold sequins, embellished eighties jumpers, velvet dresses, tailored trousers, crushed velvet blazers, little girl dresses, loafers & socks, tan satchels, sequined tops, sheer black blouses, laceup boots, kitschy graphic tees, bright patterned blazers, cameos, oxfords & tights, rhinestoned shoulder padded jackets, furs & sequined dresses.

just a bit of random inspiration for the weekend. i've been sifting through my folders obsessively lately trying to sort out appropriate outfits for two weeks spent in nyc; for my twentieth birthday soireé & for two la roux gigs. it's a lot to fit into one oversized balenciaga weekender & a vintage suitcase leaving enough room for whatever i decide must come home with me. & i have less than one week to figure it all out.

leave the names of places you think i must visit in the city. a favourite book or record shop. park or art gallery. cafe or tea room. my schedule needs filling with new unvisited places.

A.

we can fight our desires.

while stevie's dreaming of having a pink wig, i'm dreaming of having hair blonde enough to streak a bit of pink through ala dree hemingway's post giles look. alas, i don't think i could ever ever give up being a redhead so maybe i should stick to dreaming of the 'wear it when you want it' wigs too...

ps, who else thinks dree got that much cooler after going platinum?

x

locked myself away, took a killer for the pain.

x

a kiss with a fist is better than none.

i'd like my birthday party dress to be very long & very black this year.
i'd like it to resemble these three. margiela, haider ackermann.
i'd like my makeup to be a mix of this & this.
i'd like the dj to play this. extra loud.
i'd like to dance tipsy & barefoot on tables with my mates.
and i'd like to get champagne spilt on my birthday party dress.

thirteen days to go.

x

i said this and he said that, i put my red dress on and i get in a cab.

a bit like a more ladylike balmain, yes? i like it.

lissy trullie for hervé léger fall 2009.

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she hid around corners and she hid under beds.

she killed it with kisses and from it she fled
with every bubble she sank with her drink
and washed it away down the kitchen sink

florence on nylon tv. screencaps by me.

A.