Why my love for Winona Ryder is so vast...

Winona Ryder in high-school

“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.

“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”

A Playlist of Marc Jacobs Campaigns, Virgin Suicides, Dolce and Gabbana, Cadillacs and Mouths

 

Listen to this song and take in the vibes, imagine sitting on a swinging chair sipping a cold drink through a stripy straw, your feet caressing dry grass and bathing in subterranean heat...

These are the vibes I'm obsessing over this season. This is how I would be feeling if Spring weather was how it was meant to be. But this holiday I'm going to be in BRAZIL!

Dewy lips

John Baldessari

Sylvie Vartan and Francoise Hardy enjoy their ice creams 

Daisies

An old Cadillac

Marc Jacobs SS13

virgin suicides

Dolce & Gabbana in L.A. 

Rouge

In the words of Gweneth Pawtro "Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick." Is it not vital for everyone to have that one lipstick, that one divine colour that forever will match your skin tone. I had that colour once and now it is somewhere probably lost under piles of junk. The worst part is it wasn't new, it was irreplaceable, it was an old Clinique, it was amazing! How many times have we seen the red lipstick show its rouge glam on celeb's faces. You don't need Scarlett Johansson's lips to pull it off (it would help though).

The Great Gatsby

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” 

Age Restrictions

Age is such a frustrating thing; it restricts everyone no matter how old they are. In someways you are the most free when you know nothing at the tender age of seven, all sticky and ripe from no fear of living. The only reason you cry is for ice-cream or because you've fallen over. The more you live the more you cry.

My head is full of confusion and yearning for things that seem unobtainable. I used to want to be as commonplace as a character from 'Pollyanna' but now I want to be a mad, wild character worthy of a Jack Kerouac novel, penniless but crazy about life and learning from it. The trouble is people don't except that now and I think ironically the closest I've ever been to that dream was when I was seven. It's sad really that probably I'll end up in a decent job with decent pay; a person who when she was younger was stupid enough to want to go wild and gave up trying hard at school in subjects that seemed so irrelevant. Another face on the tube. Barely affecting anyones life. It's pathetic. The more I live the more ropes will try to tie up my brain into nice neat bows. 

The Carrie Diaries

I AM IN LOVE with this tv show. It's young 16 year old Carrie Bradshaw from 'sex and the city' set in the 80's. It includes fabulous clothes, gorgeous guys and a perfect-for-sleepovers plot. I WANT HER LIFE.urgh.