The September Issue

There's a point in the British summer when we all collectively pack away our batty-riders, belly tops and barbecues. We give up the pretence and accept that fact that a blistering hot summer is not our portion from GOD.. it never has been and it never will be.
it's at this point that you have to decide what to do with your life for the next 9months (you know before 'summer' comes round and you can chill again), but I think more importantly it's the time of year that requires one to be wary of clothing choices, lest one gets caught up in a random shower of rain whilst running around Oxford st in leather batty riders..
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LOVIN


i'm a little slow on the uptake when in comes to the tekkers (recently learnt this is the new slang for technology!) so i've only just set up a bloglovin account! please feel free to follow or not maybe
.. i dunno.
cool, love and tenderness
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Semi-Pro-Nails

I am the most ridiculous person on the face of this earth.
like i said a couple of posts ago, I've been feeling very young (read: childish) recently
the problem with this resurgence of youth is that i'm actually an adult now and should probably be a bit more alarmed that my life closely resembles that of a 13year old 
because being that i am indeed an adult, i'm trusted with the responsibility to exercise common sense where/when necessary.. you know, trusted not to do stupid things like a)convince myself that i operate a nail salon out of my bedroom and b)spend large amounts of time on Ebay picking out equipment to outfit said fictional nail bar (choosing to disregard the fact that all this bidding may actually lead to a purchasing situation)
still i wont give up in my quest for nail beauticianship even though all i've learned to do so far is the leopard print nail design.. (click picture for bigger version)
i went over to the youtubings and found this video which is a great guide incase anyone wants to DIY!
i kinda based my nails on the Mulberry Alexa (a bag to end all bags if ever there was one)
aside from that i'm wearing a lot of inappropriately small clothing for what's turning out to be a rainy August.. so all in all roll on the absence of common sense and rational adult thought!
wearing: Playsuit and Jumper; H&M / Booties; Asos
i think this explains my whole deal right now ..i want to work in a man-trashing-girl-power beauty salon.. and i would also like to dress in bright, girly, ice cream colours like pink, lilac and baby blue(without looking like an imbecile of course)
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The Spoils Of War

I have a strange fear of Janelle Monae, I dont know why or when i developed it, but its there,
(i have the same problem with Neyo, John Legend, Chrissette Michelle and Jay Electronica ..its a trust thing, i suppose i just don't ever feel like i can trust their faces *shrug*)
whilst the others have failed to convince me to put my irrational fears of them aside, i think miss Monae has won me over!
i first heard this over on Alicia's wonder-emporium of a blog where she posted the video and a lovely abstract by The Culture Cynic herself Chomy


so you think i'm alone?
but being alone's the only way to be
when you step outside
you spend life fighting for your sanity

i kinda cried on the third listen because i appreciate the sentiment and wish my younger self could have been privy to it, because like many others i was once a follower..
There are always going to be people who coerce you into their way of thinking, and you're so busy not knowing yourself that their gripes become your gripes and their wishes become your wishes.. 
its easy to live life under false oppressions, battling for things you don't support and cant even identify..
if you wanna retain your sanity pause the pointless battles, retreat into your own submarine and proceed to resolve the conflicts within yourself.. before you offer yourself up as a soldier for somebody else's cause.
wearing: old stripey top; Gap / shorts; Beyond Retro / Brogues; Debenhams / old satchel and belt; Topshop 
ps.i just looked this over and realised i forgot to add as per always, that you please reserve judgement on my butt and thighs.. i prefer eating peanut butter to doing squats and lunges and stuff..
thanks.
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Down By The Riverside

"For the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions." 
-The Great Gatsby
So i'm thinking of getting the above quote tatted on me seeing as i keep forgetting that any involvement with men is not conducive to me living a harmonious life. Let me elaborate a little..
After watching Inception, and learning that it's absolutely, filthily, god-awfully wrong to plant ideas in other peoples heads etc, i only went and did it to myself, for reasons only my subconscious knows..
i had an idea in my head, and then i met somebody and because the person seemed like the perfect vessel at the time i realised that i could let him become the embodiment of my idea/ideal.. trouble is i somehow forgot to keep the two separate in the back of my head, and the whole thing ended up festering in my head and heart like a sweet dream/beautiful nightmare.. 
basically, because i wanted A boy to be THE boy i willingly believed all the "intimate revelations" which i already knew were "plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions" and ended up falling for my own bullshit hook, line and sinker..
make sense? ..no?..ok whatever
i needed time to re-evaluate my behaviour so i ran away to the coast for a few days, to pamper myself, eat peanut MnM's(aka manna from heaven) and wade in the water..
wearing: cut offs / denim shirt: Topshop / jumper: The Teddy Bear Club
If there's one thing I'm blessed with it's a good brain so i came to the conclusion that i should use it more often to evaluate the matters that concern my heart.
And i guess if there's a time to make mistakes, it's now when i'm young and agile enough to run/jump/hike over them and move the fuck on!
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Colour Confusion

a few months ago, a classmate asked me to model for a shoot, which i thought was really cool, so i said yes without paying any attention to the ins and outs of the concept, i heard something about Irving Penn but didn't really connect the dots.. [alarm bells]
note:i love Irving Penn's work but its irrefutable that a lot of early anthropological photography like his played a big part in creating and maintaining certain skewed perceptions of Africa and Africans.

So i later found out that the shoot was based around the concept of relativity(loosely) 
people would be presented with the images of myself and the white model, then be made to pick who they thought was more South African than English and vice versa.
(as it happens we're both South African born and semi-bred, but I've been a Londoner a lot longer than my male model counterpart)
Just the idea of Ethnic Absolutism makes my blood boil, the whole thing was kind of like a reversal of the 'me Tarzan you Jane' kind of thing, but this time shock horror the Jane would be a black girl, which would confuse people because the existence of black Europeans is some absurd myth riiight!?
OR the realisation that Africans don't just come in varying shades of brown would really screw up people's minds riiiiight?!
*cue dirty sarcastic eye roll*
the essence of my gripe is that there is no such thing as an ethnic absolute, and i think most people are intelligent enough to have realised this. Therefore it's irrelevant, regressive and redundant to ask people to make assumptions (and expect them to make the obvious ones) on my birthplace or the colour of my passport, just from the sight of me dressed in 'civilised'-people clothing
(as opposed to the natural state they'd expect to see me in, barefoot and wearing nothing but a beaded head-dress and a banana skirt riiiiiiiight?!)
*cue another eye roll* 
I'll stop myself there before i start reciting some Paul Gilroy, because at the end of the day i made the decision so it's mine to mull over.. i just felt the need to vent a little
here's a few flicks from the shoot..
there are more pictures but i think i'm only comfortable sharing these..
thoughts?

In Every Woman Is The Girl She Left Behind

Growing up I'm pretty sure i was one of those kids that people would look at and worry for..
you know the kind that get pulled aside by the Sunday school teacher for lectures on Church-appropriate clothing, or the kind that pray to start their periods so they can finally get tiddays..
yeah that was me through and through.
i was always eager to get my youth over and done with so i could move on and become an adult
so its kind of ironic that i feel more young and carefree than i ever have, despite this being the most grown-up stage of my life...
i'm going all out with this delayed childhood thing and dressing like a 12year old! I've also been contemplating adding some cycling shorts to my uniform of t-shirts, cutt-offs and flats, but the last time i owned a pair they were made by OshKosh B'Gosh so maybe that's a sign that i should leave the idea in the dust.. 
anywhoo in case you haven't sussed already from the post title, today's throwback video is form Now and Then,
i remember watching this film over and over and over and wishing my friends and i were them..
i was such a Teeny(3:10).. who were you?
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