P A M E L A  H A N S O N

Aren't her shots just great? She may be kinda old school, but you cant beat a bit of black and white beauty and I believe her pieces to be delightfully timeless. You better share my opinion. Plus she's originally a Londoner, so it's good all round. Us Brits really are made of sterling stuff. 

these are just a few simple shots that I came across from a variety of places, so I own none of these images. Ordinal copyright to Pamela Hanson. And below is a little snippet of Carla Bruni's Quelqu'un m'a dit, again kinda old but so in love with her. 

baby, in our wildest moments

I AM BACK

Apologies, apologies, apologies. 

I'm not really sure why I haven't posted in a stupidly long time, maybe I just didn't feel inspired or some shit even though I have been making my wallet cry through new purchases; topshop, UO, Zara, ASOS how you tempt me so. 

So anyway, hang around for some cheeky little posts over the next week.

for your musical pleasure:

i'm in love

i burn, i pine, i perish

my inner hippie has fallen in love

my inner hippie, cant help myself. much like some of the designers i've posted recently, i'm going through a difficult summer yearning phase and a desperation to get out of suffocated home and travel travel. anyway, these pieces are all over tumblr at the moment and i thought it only right to give this New Zealand beauty a little promo.

(all photos from website)

T U S K

kiss me hard before you go

okay, MASSIVE apologies ladies and gentleman, i am a complete hopeless case. now, i realise that you're all hugely busy and i'm sure take no notice of the how current by posts are, but this is rather horrendous isn't it!? i need to brush the cobwebs off my laptop and get down to business, but i've been enjoying my summer far to much. 

anyway just a quicky post to tell you all that I...WENT TO BESTIVAL! and i have to say that everyone must try and go, i have never walked away from a weekend perhaps that hygienically repulsive and that covered in glitter but overwrought with ecstasy and craziness. it was actually one of my best weekends ever and now i have mass bestival blues, i genuinely believe its a syndrome as everyone who went, i believe to now suffer with the same symptons. these may include may be outbursts of stevie wonder music, the need to wear glitter round the house or wear a pink wig and it can even can stretch to bizarre incidents of setting a tent up in your room. the hilarious thing is that the bestival tent was f***ing horrific, boiling hot during the day and freeeeeeezing at night and yet i kinda miss its dire plasticky loveliness. 

so in the need for me to discover my inner festival lover again here are a few disposable pics from the weekend and then fingers crossed i get my arse in gear and do some more posts. 

it has been quite a summer. 

(all photos are my own)