After a stormy night, the sun peeped out and awakened three girls from a rainy slumber, sending their boot-clad feet lithely traipsing, then tramping, and then trodding (unfortunately one of the girls overestimated their combined walking abilities and decided to either lead the girls astray, or take a route that was twice as long (ok, ok it was me (but writing in third person is amusing (and so is using an excessive amount of brackets. Is this micro-inception?)))) With two carefree photographic subjects- albeit untameable and rather individualistic in their poses (they thought of themselves as avant garde), it was a lovely opportunity for C to lovingly put her new camera to use; the two of them, the camera and C, remained in their honeymoon bubble for the day.
Of course, like any good tale, this one remains unfinished. What adventures will befall these three charming ladies next time? Stick around, and see. Perhaps, visit K for a tumble into her sweet musings.
muscle tank - agent ninetynine, boyfriend jeans- Evil Twin, ear cuff- Lovisa, perfume- Miss Dior, lipbalm- Ecoya, bangles- market
My earlier search for some baggy-ass jeans (here) eventuated into something much, much more exciting. Not only did these Evil Twin slacks tick off the 'baggy boyfriend slouch' criteria, but also the plaid factor, stud-ness, worn in+ripped up requirement, and of course the Punky Funk Factor. What a doozy. And yes, the Punky Funk Factor is now a thing. Allow me to demonstrate its effect in action:
Just an average Saturday night on the streets of suburbia- only with excessively gel greased hair, tattooed up, angry eye makeup and some aggressive tongue-wagging. Miley Cyrus could be onto something- maybe there is something liberating about sticking your tongue out in photos...* * I jest. It was for a themed party and I went as girl with the dragon tattoo! The tongue wagging was only part of my character, I promise. My tongue is much too short and pointy to be aesthetically pleasing enough to wave around en plein air on a daily basis.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? HSC is over, I've returned to reality. I open my eyes...look up to the skies, and see, THE BIG WIDE WORLD BEYOND HIGH SCHOOL. Oh Queen, how well you capture my feelings (albeit with a few creative liberties on my behalf but nevertheless). There isn't really a theme with any of the above songs, as you can probably tell- but they all just, in some way, perfectly express the excitement, anticipation, zeal, yolo-ness, zen, joy, whimsy, relaxation, delirium... are you still there? Sorry, I shouldn't overwhelm you. My heart will momentarily explode itself onto the screen in front of me. On a side note, considering the onslaught of corny 90s pop that is populating my playlist (you know you want it) here are some complimentary funky pics.
Some old photos I took towards the earlier part of the year, ghosting around in front of the self timer like an idiot. What a ridiculous image to conjure up... I guess I dug these out today because I've been listening to Carla Bruni's uber catchy, cute new tune Le Pingouin, and this is kind of what it make me feel like doing, tu sais? Just all bouncy and fizzy, kooky and cross-eyed. Add a bit of 1960s nirvana courtesy of The Beatles, although that implies more than just a naturally induced high...
' Tiens le pingouin, t’as l’air tout seul dans ton jardin.
T’as l’air inquiet le pingouin, t’as mis ta tête de mocassin.
Not 70s bell bottom flare or circulation sucking skinny, but something in between. Something to inject a bit of easy, breezy chic. Also the perfect way to hide my post-exam derriere, as I suddenly realise the poor thing has slumped into dejected misery from being plonked upon for hours on end (and copious amounts of chocolate). But before that moment comes- there are other dilemmas! Namely, the torturous decision between One T's badass "baggies" or Acne's simple "Pop,"