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Vivid dreaming and impending commute.
From now on, I am hoping to write more. As of the first of July I will be a proffesional fine Art photographer in central london, down the road from the delicious Issey Miyake, on the same street as Vivienne Westwood and of course, i cannot deny many a lunchbreak will be spent in the fabulous Hamleys buying and naming inanimate objects.
One thing that seems to fascinate me is commuting. Although I will arrive on the train is less that perfect condition, people watching usually consumes me. Not to say I’ll be peeking at you through eye holes in my paper. There’s always separate breeds of people on a train. The lady blearily eyed applying mascara, and disregarding her lip line as the train jolts and quietly swearing to herself, The man on the laptop, pretending to do work when we all know hes checking his social media, and of course, the old lady visiting a friend, who doesn’t give a shit, and refuses to let me sit next to her. Wonderful growing old. After this train ride, who would blame me for running to liberties to savor the new Alexander Wang collection.
As you can tell, I have been consumed by the fashion industry, not to say I could afford to be. At all. In fact I’d rather eat and live… I think. Then again, Selfridges has cafes, so It would be rude not to. I use to want to to be a designer, but fates lead me on a different path i suppose. However, I will be working with a fashion photographer, so, watch this space.
I have rambled but hey ho ” I speak because I can, To anyone I trust enough to listen”. Have some visual porn as a reward http://coyotepact.com/ x
Hello
Hello Hello Hello. I have decided to post more, purely because I seem to forget everything. My mind is a sieve, tumblr can be my cooking bowl. Need to bake some kind of fashion pastry. So heres a top up. Currently studying Textiles in my foundation, working in management in Topshop, still killing myself with nicotine,Being to poor to party and driving around town like a mad women. All pointless information for the consumer. Enjoy.
I want to be a stylist.
I’m a fly, I’ll die tomorrow
So give me all you’ve got.
Drawing
Drawing for me isn’t necessarily a good thing. Usually I have to be quiet, or sad, two things that don’t really suit me. It’s only in these states that I managed to conjure up some kind of concentration instead of daydreaming ,being aloof or laughing. Here I was looking intently at someones hand. I choose to remember his hands more than the face.This picture took so many attempts,so much practise,so you can tell he made me miserable! Biro is a preferred medium of mine as I usually pin up my hair with them and so always have one handy ( much to the annoyance of my boyfriend Jacks dwindling pen collection ). Its weird writing a blog, but therapeutic! much like drawing or smoking when you haven’t had one in a while. fabulous.
