Wednesday, 24 November 2010
unfortuna, my room being a mess equates my head being one too.
but anysnootch, i took some pictures of me wearing my old ju jitsu gi. nostLOLgia. i also wore some customised shorts to 'complete' the whole 'look'. do you need anymore reasons to hate me? (I LOVE MY LIFE AS A DICKHEEEAAAD)
i was doing something interesting in psychology today about memory recall and it made me think of everytime you listen to a certain song or smell a certain smell and it reminds you of a previous 'stage' in your existance so far. and it made me realise how much a i hated re-experiencing a memory, incase the original one is replaced by a re-experienced one. okay this isnt making sense anymore which tells me i NEED TO PUT MORE CAPITAL LETTERS IN. ARGAGARGRGARAG IM JEREMY SCOTT. OKAY. IF YOU HAVENT STOPPED READING, YOU ARE TOO POLITE AND I URGE YOU TO STOP.
till next time folks
Thursday, 18 November 2010
trio of grimaces. natural beauty. porcelain complexion. overall its tres tres beauty.
these were t'photos for t'art (is called egoccentric soft porno or maybe its just narcissism)
in other news, i inherited a grizzly new jacket. painfully on trend, remarkably vintage. all of a sudden im feeling cliche. meh. i shrug the feeling.
my true raw self
my true raw self close up
sick. love it.
also becca, and other whoms it may concern, this is not helvetica. its trebuchet darl, tres boo chay chay.