20.12.12

So Far this Christmas...


On the 7th of December I went to a Fyoder Golan show at the V&A. And like a virgin it was my very first time. I can't actually believe that I've never been to one before. I can describe it as nothing but beautiful. The simple design of staging with a large tiki statue at the top of the runway. Each dress was a different technique and they ordered it so the dresses appeared in a gradient order. Every single design was immaculate and different.

On the 15th of December I went to a vintage kilo sale where I acquired lots of crochet items and jewelry. This was also a first time thing and for only fifteen pounds I got a lot and I want to do it again. 

Yesterday I watched 'Walk the Line' and it is definitely up there with my favorite movies. My friends and I also spent time painting her bedroom and collaging a canvas which I now own.

19.12.12

Rant.

Dear humble blog readers and contributors... I have (for a long time) been wanting to write something meaningful but I have found that no matter how much I want to say I am always overwhelmed by the looming shadows of brilliant intellectuals who I feel can promote what I want to say in better ways then me. I am scared that I will not make a difference in this world that to me is so full of corrupt and disgusting things; capitalism, poverty, exploitation, war, global warming, dictators, violent computer games, people that accept these things etc.. It's true I want to live an exciting life thick and enriched from different experiences and new people but I can't help but feel useless unless I contribute and try to change the things I think are so wrong about this society. I don't want to be one of those people that wines and moans about things but doesn't even try to change it. I think that is why as a human race we cannot achieve our ideals. I know I'm only 14 and it's weird for me to be 'ranting' on like this but I honestly feel like this. I feel so repressed because I'm told I'm too young to change things but then i start feeling like I've waited too long to start. I guess lots of people my age experience this form of teen angst. Even though this is being written on a whim this is what I've been trying to say for a long time and I know I'm not that good at writing and I know this post is dull and has no photos but I'm numb right now and probably if I re read it I'll feel too exposed and try and edit it down, but I'm tired of feeling like that!...

Time Of My Life...





"I don't think you ever had any intention of telling him - ever".


"I Carried a Watermelon"