Today me and mum went to Camberwell markets.
Think of it like this:
All of the old people you know invite 50 of their friends to bring basically everything they have ever owned/wore/looked at in their grand old long lives and you can begin to imagine how completely awesome this was.
My mum said Camberwell is fancy and conservative, but seriously their were some awesome people there. It's nice to know that inbetween normal people there are always people that are like an explosion of colour and creativity and pure awesomeness. And it may sound wierd but sometimes I feel like I have a secret, telepathic connection with other people equally (and often beyond) my excellentness levels. Some may call this borderline stalkerish creeponess. But I still enjoy sending secret brain messages to people, even if they don't completely receive the message.
Plus for the first time EVER!!! I got the courage to ask these people if I could take a photo of them. It was scary but strangely exhilirating. Here is a picture of them, they reminded me of circus people in a 100% fantastic way!
Creeponess? YOU BETCHA!
Still legal? LET'S HOPE SO!
So, here's what I wore today:
One of things that majorly annoys me is the fact that:
1. I have to wear school uniform.
2. Even though I love my clothes and my mum is very generous in buying new ones for me, I never really can get my feelings and ideas and inspiration into what i wear. Yeah sometimes I just put on stuff that looks pretty damn cool. But in the rare occasion I can gather all the sprawling randomness from my mind together, I can't seem to bring in across in my outfits.
I know dressing up is meant to be about fun and expressing yourself. And I enjoy being crazy, but sometimes I look at other people and people's blog and it seems like they are actually portraying a character or you can clearly see the inspiration they had. An obvious example of course is Tavi. Who I think is amazing in the way she organises all the stuff and can sum it up in an outfit. That's what I really want to start doing is actually expressing what stuff I am thinking about.
Anyway. In other news I am writing a speech on being a redhead and if anyone has crazy stories/facts/rumors about red hair please do tell.
for example: redheads gain a freckle for every soul they steal. (man, I must steal loads of souls:)
Also I really want to buy a zine online, so I would love some suggestions from my experienced zine reader superiors.
AND: I am writing a letter to Paul Simon to ask him what Mrs Robinson is about and tell him how awesome he is. Do you people reckon I should be non-lazy and buy these international reply coupons and wait 3+ months for a reply?
he's called eating unicorns:
now I am going to go and obsess over stuff and be carlaish.
LOTS OF LOVE AND STUFF