Jaci Bailey.

These floral jeans have me intrigued. 

Thoughts?

Chloe Sevigny, or 40 year old colour-mum? 

Regardless, there's some pretty florals and denims happening in the collection (florals, still?). It's a cute colour pallet, oui? 

P.S. Spot the blatant Anzevino and Florence copy. 

Elegantly Wasted.

Hi world. Gosh. 

During uni time I always felt this blog was a bit of an unwelcome distraction. 

I always thought I posted things haphazardly, witho

ut heart or attention to detail. 

It felt rushed and superficial. 

I was always meant to have more time for it when I was on holidays. 

Well, world. I've been on holidays. Can you tell? And my little ode to cutlery has died as a result. I guess with that intro you'd expect either some kind of amazing po

st, or something akin to a farewell.

Sucker.

I'm bringing you neither. I'm just reposting what you'll have already seen. Do I care? Not really.

I simply feel like saying that if you are a boy, and want to dress in the entire Fortunes Fool collection (images via pedestrian.tv) I want to 

a) undress you, redress you, undress you 

b) profess my undying love for you, possibly propose marriage

and 

c) be pretty creepy and try on your clothes whilst you go

 off to work

May I?

Boy fashions rule. And if you can pull off man leggings, you're pretty much ace.

The Legacy of Freud.

Michael Jackson, the modern day Peter Pan is dead. News flash! So, I figured it's probably a suitable time to clean out my own little slice of Neverland, and do away with my freakishly child like room. 

Which means, I think I want to throw out everything I've ever owned, ever. 

Although, I've come across some wonderful things. 

Which, I probably don't want to do away with forever.

Dear internet, here is my ode to Freud. 

It's a mans world. 
Every dog has a bone. 
And You got none.
Leaving you hungry, 
The future is blown. 

Something is missing, 
Ignighting a fear
Castration, Castration
(Daddy, I love you.)
Where too from here?

//It's a girl thing. 
//You ain't got it. 
//Gender fixation. 
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it. 
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it. 
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Breasts, inferior.
Your dad, superior. 
But baby, 
He don't want you.
Make yourself pretty, 
For another man. 
How do you do it?
Down girl, Down. 
Rugburn! Rugburn!

//It's a girl thing. 
//You ain't got it. 
//Gender fixation. 
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it. 
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it. 
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Hey Girl!
You got Penis envy.
Penis envy, 
A girl's disease. 
Gender separation.
You know how to fix it.
Down girl! 
On your knees. 
That's right. 
Down girl!
You need rugburn!

//It's a girl thing. 
//You ain't got it. 
//Gender fixation. 
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it. 
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it. 
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Rugburn, Rugburn.
No Penis?
You need rugburn!
Hey bitch, 
Where's your rugburn?
Oral fixation.
For your situation. 
Rugburn! Rugburn!
Caress it. 
Rugburn rugburn rugburn rugburn

Alex Mack.

I swear, at some point in the night I managed to be something other than a puddle of dissolved, drunken mess on the floor of a club. 

Contrary to photographic evidence.

Pending good behaviour bond.

Pending breaking parole.

Meow.

This little persian has a bit of domestic in him. 

The perfect little Willow.

Sold.

Should probably stop naming pets in pet stores.

Bones.

London fashion graduates have everything to offer.

This time they're putting the skeletons back in your closet, where they belong. 

Matthew Miller, Skeleton Shirt. 

Cute.

I can just imagine a good set of bones beneath it.

geographically unconscious?

Maybe.

But, 

Los Angeles - Las Vegas - Mexico - Nashville - Baltimore - New York - London - Scotland - Bristol - Japan.

Pipedreams.