THE MOST CAKE/KARATE KID

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

HONG KONG GARDEN/TARTANATION

i took my frustration out on my sewing machine.


i made a pair of "trousers". bit shit but its a first attempt at trousers and i only did them in about... oh.... about SIX FUCKING LOOONG HOURS (its depressing i have so much disposable time). EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES. 

TARTAN-LOLS. due to shit photo quality you cant see the deets:

_ pleated waistline

_angular hip-tumour shape things

_drapey draped back.

okay thats it. THATS ALL I HAVE. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT. YOU DONT COME HERE FOR TALENT, YOU COME TO THIS HERE SITE FOR MEDIOCRE AMATEUR HIPSTER SHIT AND BAD GRAMMAR.

and occasionally purple and pixel.

ARGGGGHHHH IM BAAAAAACCCKKKK. AFTER A SHORT UNINTENTIONAL HIATUS IVE RETURNED TO UPDATE.


first of all, I GOT THIS MANY (LARGE HAND GESTURE) THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT. SO IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER; POST NUMBER ONE.


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so for some strange reason i was in productive mood today. so i decided to "customise" (aka rip the shit out of stuff and then swiftly regret doing so).


so the first thing i decided to mutilate was a heavy woolen knit jumper/bolero thing from H&M. i loved it when i bought it but found it awkward to wear. so i tried to manipulate it into a different shape (see below) by taking the front side up and joining it to the back to make a more linear shoulder. i cant help loving a broad shoulder. i think i prefer it now ive changed it. YES ONE POINT TO SUCCESS. NILL POINTS TO REGRET. 


the next thing i did was "customise" some ralph lauren top i had. i say ralph lauren nonchalantly because i want to seem more en-vogue than i really am. which is ironic because I FUCKING HATE RALPH LAUREN AND WOULD NEVER USUALLY USE HIS BRAND TO IMPRESS. hence why i felt it so necessary to cut the damn top up. but anyway i bought it from TK MAXX at TK MAXX prices because it had holes in it but i liked the design on it and it was designer nontheless (label whore). so yeah i just loped a few inches off the bottom and call it customisation.


put the two pieces together and BAM. i got myself a blog post.  

SO THATS WHATS HAPPENED SO FAR.

oh ive also got to blog about ynot fest. EXPECT IT SOON. for now heres the wrist band.

by the way, i hate being such a lazy blogger and REALLY REALLY APREESH everyone who comments and looks at my blog. YOU VALIDATE ME. and i have disgusting amounts of love and gratitude for all of my followers.

ALL IS LOVE XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

p.s. at y-not festival, a dear associate of mine wore the trilby (see previous post) for the duration of the weekend. the trilby suffered through acts of the unthinkable and we though it best to forget these acts by cremating the trilby. it was emotional, but it was real. 

i loved that trilby. and could imagine it accompanying so many outfits. BUT IT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO.

sorry to end on SUCH and emotional tone.

THE TWAT IN THE HAT/FATE AND MINI PHILOSOPHIES.

molly texted me saying she needed a trilby hat. and i was like HUH? WHY? and then roughly 12 minutes later, my stepdad (unknowing of the aforementioned communication) presented me with one that he had accumulated whilst clearing out. its small things that make me think about coincidence/fate.

i dont know what molly wanted the hat for. i forgot to ask. but molly, if youre reading this, firstly HEY HEY HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? and also you can use/abuse it at your will. unless i say no. but based on the fact i am weak and subservient, that seems a distant likelihood. 


unless i say no.


UGH OKAY IM GOING TO BED.


trilby off. 


lets get unconscious, honey.

GARDEN PARTAY AY AY/MAKING SHOULDERSSSSS

 according to the present, social life has not completely abandoned me. 


a bunch of us CRAZY KIDS (SERIOUSLY CRAY CRAY BUT BORDERING ON YOUNG ADULTS I GUESS) had a get together (a "party" of sorts) in a grassy area belonging to one of said friends (a "garden" if you will). OKAY WE HAD A "GARDEN PARTY" AND THOSE LAST SENTENCES WERE UNNECESSARY BUT I FEEL THE NEED TO PAD OUT MY BLOG AND I THOUGHT I COULD INTRODUCE IMAGERY AND PLOT TWISTS TO LIVEN THIS STORY UP. (blog insecurities).


so yahhh. if i had a GOOD CAMERA (DEAR MY CURRENT CRAP CAMERA, I HACK AND SPIT AT YOU) then i would have lots of lovely photos of frolicking teens surrounded by grass and more frolicking teens. (there was a trampoline involved. IT DEF ENHANCED THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE) but alas i dont have ample camera. so i only got one polaroid snappy snap.

people and THE TRAMPOLINE.


("people" consist of ROSIE, BECCA, JACOB and human who DOES NOT have a blog and is therefore not currently viable. LOL blogger-elitism. i joke i love all PARTAAAAY goers.)


also, to attend this OUTDOOR FESTIVO i had to conjur up some new attire. as my old attire was to old and i have agist attitudes towards my clothes.


so i added "shoulders" to a plain grey tee. i for one, feel that the 'power shoulder' has been done to the point where it has minimal power left but when left to my own devices this is all i seem to be capable of.

they were wonky and lack-lusture and folded in on themselves due to self-esteem issues. but i didnt care because i was too busy basking in THE TRAMPOLINE. 


IN SERIOUS TERMS, i really loved the trampoline. me and molly and rachel (ERROR. MENTIONED NAMES DO NOT BLOG. THIS DOES NOT COMPUTE. ERK. ERK.) fell asleep in a pile, on the trampoline, under a blanket and the sky and it was BEAUTIFUL. until we woke up, drank copious amounts on tea/coffee between us then fell asleep with the rest of the tribe, in an even bigger pile, in one huge tent.


this is the good stuff right here. (TRAMPO FUCKING LINE)

TO BE MADE OF GLASS/////////

I will rise now
And go about the city
In the street's broadways I seek
Him whom my soul loveth

Went over the sea
What did I find
A thousand crystal towers
A hundred emerald cities
And the hand of the watchman
In the night sky
Points to my beloved
A knight in crystal armour

And I tried to hold him
I tried for the creed
I'll make a suit of colours
To stop the blinding mirrors
Sew a cape of red and gold
Stifled up the beam
With the perfect armour
With a perfect dream

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

And with two suns spinning
At two different speeds
Was born a hot, white diamond
Burning through the rainbow
Flames fell into orbit
To hold eternally
Two heavenly spirits
That just wouldn't seem

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

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yah so i find myself yet again bored.

was listening to bat for lashes 'glass' and thought YEAH SURE. i will "explore some of the imagery". this song could lead to so much visuals but me and my limited resources (ie IM JUST TOO TOO LAZY) stifled such potential.

but it give me SOMETHING to blog about. i can't wait till i get a life ITS GONNA BE SO GREAT. 

but until then.

p.s. noodle (cat) is lurking in the background of these photos. ATTENTION WHORE IN TRAINING. 

EMANCIPATE YOURSELF/PLAYING DRESS UP

SOOOOO I WAS READING DAZED AND I LIKED THE WAR HERO EDITORIAL. IS GOOD.

SO I THOUGHT "HUUH I HAVE TIME ON MY HANDS AND A BLOG TO UPDATE" AND THOUGHT I WOULD TRY TO DO SOMETHING INSPIRED BY THEEE BEAUTIFUL CONCEPT OF THIS EDITORIAL. but i have serious lack of miliatant/tailored clothes.

HENCE THE BELOW FAILURE.

find bag

snip bag

present your killing

look for reconstruct potential when paired with nondescript grey tee.

PIN ON AS "CORSET" YUS?

use string like scarf to distract

find black wool string. YEAH SURE WHY NOT?

tie string. 

strike a pose. in madonna terms; vogue it.

find thread.

stick that shit to your face in any manner. LIKE THIS?^

^OR LIKE THIS?

TRY AND LOOK FORLORN WITH MILITARY UNDERCURRENT. 

or just accept the ugly and stick out the jaws.

FUN STUFF.