I'M BACK!

So. It has taken a while, but I am, Back, that is. Both literally and figuratively, thank God. Nobody bloody reads this thing, which is nice, as it means i can make sweeping highfalutin statements like "I'm back" whilst both imagining somebody cares where I have been, and knowing at the same time that I am completely exempt from any judgement over my apparently towering ego, because nobody does care. I'm in the groove now, and i will also say for the record that I am Huhmazing.


...or maybe that should say 'sad'?

Anyway, I am a bit of a blogger once again, and in the time I have spent away, I have become a huge fan of this lady...
http://fashionzen.blogspot.com/
I adore her style, her writing, her fringe...she is wicked cool.

Where did everything go?

Now and again I sit back a little and I take stock. I happen to know that this weekend, old classmates of mine are getting married, old work mates are moving to the capital, old housemates are dealing drugs. Right this second I'm pretty sure I don't want to do any of these things, but I don't know what I do want. My stock take is throwing up one glaringly obvious issue: avoiding the decision is not good enough. Most of my decisions up until now I have blamed on someone, or something else: "I had no choice because" is a cop out. Cowardice is always cowardice, however cleverly it is disguised as the gap between a rock and a hard place. All of these 'I had no choice' choices have got me here, with no degree, a frustrating job, friends I rarely see, an old life I miss desperately like one might a lover, and a well rehearsed pack of lies to cover all that up. This is not the direction I was headed when I was 18. This was not the direction I was headed at 20 either. Why then, at almost 22, have I resigned myself to the walk when my feet are hurting? My soul is saying stop, re-evaluate, turn around?

I think that you might be one of the most selfish people I have ever met in my life.

This part is for you.

It is more than fleeting. I hope so still. x

This is for you

Today I am sitting in my room and thinking of Manchester. I am thinking of when I last went there. Manchester is on my mind for a number of reasons; some are quite involved and one is because I had my opinion that the city produces some of the coolest people I have come across confirmed, when yet another of its talented children cropped up in something I was reading: a short story to be exact, written by a gorgeous poet, about holiday romance. Thoughts of Manchester and fleeting connections have got me here, sitting, with This Is For You by Rob Ryan open in my lap. Thinking back to the shop I bought it in, sharing a joke with the cute, bookish guy behind the counter, and the day i bought it on, sharing more jokes, trying on hats, being silly, with another guy.

'I only did Victoria's Secret so I could fuck a supermodel, and I did.'

So announced Rie Rasmussen after her walk down this particular runway in 2001. An unapologetically loud voice during the two years she spent in fashion, she seems just as difficult to bypass as an artist, film maker and actress. Indeed, her work speaks for itself. Her powerful and widely acclaimed work in film - (her debut Thinning the Herd, a thriller short, was nominated for a Palme d'Or at Cannes in 2004, and her first feature length film, Human Zoo, premiered at the Berlinale film festival last year to favourable reviews) - is inspiring enough, but it is her paintings that pull me in.




I admire this work. It manages to convey the depth of the raw emotion involved in sex between men and women without a romantic overtone; there is tenderness, for me, illustrated in the softness of the markmaking, but it is interspersed with a drama that sometimes verges on aggression. They are very primal stories, and, I think, all the more stunning and beautiful for that.

MANIAMANIA mania

Jewellery is my thing. It is my great love. I wear it all the time, and my preference is usually big and clunky and OTT. Too much is just enough, in other words. The other day it struck me to count the necklaces I was wearing after I took my earphones out, thinking they were broken, and realised the curious sound I could hear over Joanna Newsom was me, jangling -I had on five, and they were not small. Now, this is a personal best of course, but my point is this: I overload on my treasures because I love them; they have become great friends in many cases, mostly because they have often come from great friends.

Naturally, I have a little wish list of bits and pieces to add to my collection, but officially topping it, as of today, is the Immortals ring from the 2010 collection entitled 'Real Life Awaits Us' by ManiaMania.

Just gorgeous, and a little rough around the edges, which, come to think of it, is my preference regarding most things in life.

I also have a major girl crush on the designer of this beauty Tamila Purvis, who, if not rough around the edges, is definitely gorgeous, and definitely amazingly talented. Photographed wearing her designs here by Garance Dore (another source of abiding admiration) she looks exactly how I want to look when I pile on my jewels of a morning: Chic, and then some.