Although I still feel a little ill and very introspective (hormones really do not to stop reeking havoc upon my mind, body and soul) I'm feeling pretty chirpy - every menstrual down comes with a flurry of creativity, right? Browsing the web and enjoying a chinese take-away with good friends always seems to illuminate the mind. As promised, many moons ago, I shall start posting pictures. My Pentax K1000 has been hanging around on my shelf for a couple of years and I've yet to develop all my films. I've been a bit hesistant about developing sooner, due to the belief that they will never be as beautiful as I've imagined them. I mean, as romantic as cycling around Italy, whilst snapping shots with yellow light filters seems; the mystique fades when faced by multiple bicycle chain accidents and nagging brothers. Diane Arbus, I am not!
Moving on from my apparent lack of talent and imagined dreams of artistic integrity... I've become obsessed with evolving my style into something with a little moreumph . I've drifted between the mandatory trenchcoat (my staple of the past few years has the most wonderful leopard print inside lining) and jersey everything. Recently, I've noticed many woman drifting between the same use of utility comfort and tailoring chic and I'm ashamed to say, I've been put off. The elitist which delves beneath my aesthetic flesh is saddened to find the rest of the world stealing my supposed 'style secrets'. Anyway, I've given up on looking like Anna Karina à la 'Alphaville' and need to reorganise my wardrobe into a set of staple garments: comfortable classic cuts and an array textures. I just want simplicty without the hassle of falling into monotony and plagerism.
Enough, I've already posted far too much during the past few days. I just really need to pile up the trash and sell it at a market with a friend.
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