so i'm back from the great land that is europe. i will try to construct a post consisting of photos of me IN europe, instead of actual famous and historical monuments because HEY! you can google those.
realizations about europe:
1. there are a lot of churches. and when i say a lot. i don't mean some, a few, i mean mate, there are more churches than mcdonalds what is the world coming to??!
sometimes i legitimately worry about how high my self esteem is.
3. if you want to fit in with the super groovy people in paris:
all you need is:
a) some cigarettes
b) black clothes
c) a paperback book, PAPERBACK I SAY. HARCOVERS ARE FOR LOSSSERS.
d) the ability to have approximately 50,000000000000000000000000000 pre-dinner drinks and post dinner drinks WITHOUT actually ever eating dinner.
e) a dog, with whom you visit fancy shops with and no one says anything.
f) glasses. really tiny tiny ones that cover 1/64 of your eyes are ideal OR super massive huge whoa mamma big ones.
g) the ability to speak french.
YOU'RE ALL SET.
BUT SERIOUSLY, i was the most brightly colored person i saw and people looked at me like i had two BUMS on my head instead of two BUNS. a consonant makes a world of difference.
and if its not old it looks old, or old people like it. europe is just an old place.
5. europe has magic energies which give your hair SUPER POWERS!
seriously, if i had to chose one thing to thank europe for teaching me, it would be the potential and awesomeness of my hair and hairstyles. i simply thought, hey, i can do whatever i want and wear whatever i want here because HEY its a foreign country and who cares if my hair looks like a small rodent pooped on it!
either that or it's abundance of pretty languages that are a magical and melodious change from the usual YEEEEEEEEEAAAH MAAAAAAAAATE AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSSIE OHHHHHHYEEEEEEEAAAH. i hear back home.
(just joking australians don't talk like that.)
7. THE CLOTHES. THE CLOTHES. THE CLOTHES.
i'm not going to lie sometimes i was like, WHERE ARE ALL THE PRETTY CLOTHES.
but then i found this coat and my life changed and then i went on oprah to talk about it.
i saw this super groovy girl with a CLOUD coat and knee socks and i was like: I need to take a stalkerish photo of you, feat. random statue.
So, with all that out of the way, here are my glorious europe purchases all laid out nicely like i have been wanting to do for so long:
an andy warhol tshirt from the guggenheim museum in venice, a vintage mickey mouse tshirt from venice, a JESUS LOVES PARIS tshirt from paris. a keith haring notebook from Milan, a beautiful "fur" coat from Florence (we all know its not fur.) some socks from venice, some vintage postcards from this amazing half closed flea market in venice, and an andy warhol colouring book from the Pompidou centre in Paris!!
i just i bought more, but whatever.
just from writing this i have remembered SO MANY THINGS which i would like to write about on here. for example, some groovalicious artists i discovered while overseas, Andy Warhol, The Bling Ring (no i haven't seen it yet, i am reading the book) and cultural appropriation which i have been thinking about and discussing A LOT lately and may have some newly formed unpopular opinions.
AND last but
the travel journal i kept while in europe, which is simultaneously very bad, but also maybe slightly meaningful in a farting way.
the end peace out.
PS: just casually:
I SAW MACKLEMORE IN MILAN. MACKLEMORE BABY, MACKLEMOREEEEEEEEEEEE.
he was going incognito in a fancy milan shopping centre. i wish i had of said: "IS THAT YOUR GRANDMA'S COAT?" and he would have been like: "YEAH, HEY YOU CAN BE IN MY NEW MUSIC VIDEO BECAUSE YOU ARE COOL."