ten seventeen - ten eighteen.

friday.







1am. vanilla cupcake bubblebath complete with a copy of purple magazine, orange blossom candles & white wine.
2am. i crawl into bed & sleepily watch my favourite film my summer of love. dreams filled with images of the english countryside in the summertime.
12pm. i wake up & its freezing. the coldest day of the season. its raining. i turn on the radiator & creep downstairs to put the kettle on for my daily cuppa,; remnants of felt mountain still drifting from above.
1215pm. i check the post box. one decorated envelope, one birthday card from my dearest copine.
1230pm. back with my cup of asian plum & macbook, i sift through the many blogs i tend to neglect throughout the week.
2pm. i decide to head outside to the balcony. i set up loads of blankets & surround them with even more orange blossom candles, & lounge about listening to the loving hands remix of little bit on repeat, reading about alexa chung's obsession with american apparel & michelle williams' obsession with poetry.
4pm. upstairs i give the slashed leggings a go with quite the turn out (post on that soon)
5pm. i wonder about listening to all the goldfrapp albums; track to track in subsequent order.
7pm. & whilst dancing around to the end of seventh tree i put on an h&m face mask & begin to get ready for dinner.
8pm. downtown. my favourite little place. presents, cocktails & black bean burgers.
12am. mini photoshoot of the birthday soiree get up; h&m leather balenciaga-esque dress, vintage gold chains & vintage ysl heels.
2am. my birthday party. soundtrack of downtempo goldfrapp instrumentals. filled with oh so many lovely things; packages donned alisons face, pink bubbly, white roses in tiny vases, vintage pink glassware, red velvet cake with black icing, & white tea lights arranged to spell out my first initial.
3am. i sit & drink the last of my mimosa; watching the seventh tree documentary, falling in love with alison a little bit more.

saturday.



i spend the entire afternoon with youth novels on repeat messing about with my presents before a surprise outing back downtown for vintage shopping at the most fabulous vintage store ever (here) that i had surprisingly never been to before & for a visit to the cupcake bakery for a strawberry cupcake.

the vintage shop is housed inside an old apartment building, each hallway leads to rooms without doors, each set up as an actual makeshift living/bedroom littered with loads & loads of vintage clothes & furniture. the top floor is an art gallery, & has an entire room dedicated solely to old records & books. & is also where i found the lovely empty room snapped in the picture above.

i left with my very own pair of doc martins. vintage of course.
they will have their first outing in new york city this weekend.

x