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.

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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.

x

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.

she's died of elnett lung and a rave elbow.

multiple trashy crosses for fall.

(milk/signe, garance doré, fashion fever, topshop blog, fashion squad)

x

with heavy eyes & lips that taste of poisoned grapes.

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london fashion week has officially begun. i'm always partial to the second city that all the photogs, lanky models & snobby journalists fly over the atlantic each season for. it always seems someone i know/love/admire is out & about contributing to & or experiencing the rainy city covered in fashion for themselves & i only ever want to be a part of it. after all, it's in the glossy london snaps posted on every streetstyle fashion blog where i recognize the most faces. i've done new york fashion week; sat on those green garden chairs in bryant park so i'd say london fashion week & its parties in the east end next year is something well worth renewing my passport for.

currently listening to : feelings have changed : the new sins

x

we move towards the stars and all that we touch becomes ours.

i want to runaway. i want to runaway to the city. i want to stay for weeks. i never want to sleep. i want to spend lots of money. i want to come back completely broke. i want to stay up every night dancing until my feet hurt so bad i never want to walk again. i want to ruin a pair of seven hundred dollar heels. i want to get my picture taken so many times that i never feel like dressing up again. i want to smoke so many cigarettes i get sick. i want to drink so much champagne i feel ill. i want to have seventeen lovers & fuck with their minds. i want to become an it girl. but only for a moment so i can disappear as quickly as i came.

my birthday is one month from today.

A.