listen to the silence let it ring out
quiet round here, no? you’ll have to forgive me. no, you will. i am about to pack up my entire life and entrust it to a moving company who (i hope) will put it on a boat so that it will arrive intact on the other side of the world in a few weeks. i have to be ruthless and get rid of piles of stuff. i have to assemble a capsule wardrobe that will see me through a fortnight of northern hemisphere winter (with bonus trip to sweden), four weeks of new zealand nearly-summer and then a month in brazil — and which will fit in two suitcases. and in amongst all of this i have a high-profile project to produce and deliver. mama is busy, in other words.
but because i love you (yes, you) and because i still manage to get dressed in the morning, some pictuuuuures:
this was meant to be an outfit photo, but it turned out a bit more arteriffic and i can’t see, or remember, what i was wearing. that is definitely a very, very old karen walker coat (it has zips all the way up the back and is amazing) and goat-skull necklace from comfort station, though. i took this beside the ladies loos in “the village” in westfield, which is not really a village at all, you’ll be surprised to hear. whatever will those crazy marketing peeps think of next?
yes, you can insert your own show-us-your-growler joke here. i am in the changing room at uniqlo. should i be concerned that both these photos are taken at westfield? probably, yes. wearing cardything from m&s, yeah bitchez i rock markies; ricochet scarf; the ubiquitous christopher-kane-for-topshop dress which i still love because it is sick/fierce/etc; uniqlo denim leggings and boots of awesomeness from solea again. i am wearing them a lot because i need to get the price-per-wear down to something that doesn’t make me feel faintly ill when i think about it ..