Look! It’s future me.
Pendulum - Slam, uploaded by @Shadowrend68 I don't know who illustrated this.
I need a cute nightdress. I like babydolls. Not hinting but definitelysortof hinting.
I keep seeing online shoppes throwing around the word “kimono” and it’s a bit off. It’s probably offensive to the people who actually manufacture or design them – by hand, most often. A local Japanese artist called >> @Seiko Kato << (she might be one of my new favourite artists – also her photos are so obscured but she’s my new obsession.) purchases and imports vintage, silk, hand-sewn one off Kimono from home – for my new favourite vintage shop in Brighton. If you live in the United Kingdom and you’re interested in buying unique Kimono, please visit >> The Vintage Workshop. <<
I spent a little-too-long in the shoppe trying them on.
I didn’t find the one I’ve had in my mind for years – I need exaggerated sleeves – really, really long ones. But there are lots there that are technically under-garments but would be perfect to wear for going out. If you work for topshop or asos, please stop ruining google (or otherwise pretending you have any place working in fashion marketing at all, actually) by using the word to sell whatever it is you’re selling.
It was not weather appropriate to go wading in the sea but I did. Legs unshaven and everything. There was something in my Jim Al-Khalili book on Quantum Mechanics for science novices about bullets reverberating off tissue paper and that took me on a fantastic imaginative journey. I actually recommend this book, it’s a Lady Bird published non-fiction that skims over various thoughts on Quantum Physics and I sort of wished my GCSE Physics tutor was around so I could debate with him about how outdated it is. It’s all science and no wisdom.
I sat in a Hotel Bar and had a ‘Princess Tea’. I pronounced it Prince’sssssssssss tea. As if a snake were hissing it. I purchased this book from a charity shoppe two minutes away from my studio flat. I made notes, perhaps I will mail it to the Dalai Lama. All Wisdom, to balance the all pseudo-science (there was an assertion somewhere in my quantum physics book about how one of the World’s geniuses stated that we know everything about the laws of physics and I think I cough laughed to myself.)
This photo was taken by the Hotel on the seafront. The service was poor. I make better sandwiches. The desserts – looked – looked pretty – but I was disappointed. I was impressed by a warm scone and the (lets be honest: cheap) jam that had been scooped out of a jar.
It was the first time I’ve truly enjoyed a prosecco though. (I asked for a raspberry and a slice of lemon, I got the latter. I don’t know what plebian Hotel bar slash restaurant – and not the other way around – kitchen doesn’t have raspberries stocked in the fridges??)
(To reiterate – the cheap kind.)
I’m very keen to emerge in the local art scene. There are open house art exhibitions in Brighton and there’s one coming up soon, so I’m trying to put together a few collections of work for my favourite local shoppes. Legs and heels and lingerie scribbles have been me since forever, and cakes, and flowers.
The surface top of my sort-of dining area looks like this right now. I’ll describe them below.
Above – to the far left, a recycled pot of raspberries I think I’ll be delivering to the aforementioned Hotel, with soil and seeds inside – the white stuff is from the remnants of a plant the waves left on the seashore that I used to fertilise my plants and hope to make a kind of compost with. To the far upper right, a glimpse of a gift for my secondary school teacher – who is now a head mistress. A belated congratulations and a belated birthday present – we share a birthdate. I think I’ll be donating some of my art and mythology books to the school library as well as I don’t have the space for them anymore after being legally evicted from my mother’s home. (I know she already regrets the fact and feels retarded for it, I’m waiting for a profuse apology.)
Actually if she comes across this – I do have a song. We used to go on drives through the desert in Dubai listening to this.
@Alanis Morrisette - Wake Up uploaded by @rita Did you know that you can protect people from their karma? You'll learn soon enough. You do pay for it though, even if you're doing a "good thing."
An oil and some seeds I purchased from >>TVW<<. A piece of art I worked on last night. Mechanical Pencil + Water colour + Liquitex Pen + Vintage thread. A white rabbit gift for my spiritual teacher Lisa’s sonnephew. And a moment please – that Guacamole is the best I’ve ever had. And that means something from me – I’m partly southern American. I bought it from a local grocer’s called >>Ricci’s<<.
Sephirot emerging from black materia.
I’m reluctant to share the name of this Shoppe, so I won’t – because I want to buy everything for myself sometime. I don’t know – for certain – though, that people should be purchasing their decorative interiors in London anymore…
Wouldn’t one of these Tibetan-esque Spaniels meets the Chinese Dragon meets Japanese waves look perfect on my sort-of-fireplace?
We’ll see when London remembers to miss me. (A paid scholarship to RADA would be nice. Not hinting.)