It has occurred to me that in the small seaside town I live in, there are a freaky amount of Funeral Parlours. Yes it's strange that I notice such things but it also makes for a great project on a wet Thursday afternoon. So apparently there are eleven within a 2 mile radius of the vicarage. Eleven. However I only got five before my friend driving got fed up with me. I also found one Washeteria. Hmmmmmmmm.

Anyway, because all the trees are bare and haunting looking and the sky is grey- in England, no way.. the added morbidity of a collection of funeral Parlours seemed fitting. Also I was in a rather deathly mood. 

Photos of bright shiny crowns of love to come soon to make me HAPPY. 

My suburban hell.

Boxing day was spent alone whilst my darling family went to the races. So undertaking inspiration from Rookie Mag (thank you Rookie Mag) I went on a very short walk around the streets around the vicarage. It turns out the town is very large and I got somewhat misguided. Lost.

Yes the photos are soooooo obviously 'vintage' because they were taken with this mega old camera. Not. They just look pretty this way and you know it. Stop trying to be COOL.

 I feel a catalogue of the MANY funeral parlours in my town should make itself clear to the world. Oh yes.

 The vicarage.

Léon and Mathilda

 I just watched Léon. A 1994 Luc Besson masterpiece. Think Chloe Mortez in Kick Ass without the cape / the love between Annie and Mr Warbucks plus Jeno Reno. Basically 12 year old Mathilda is saved from the corrupt DEA agents who killed her family, by Léon, the "Italian hit man". She wants to stay, he lets her. He teaches her to 'clean'. Mathilda loves Léon. As do I. And I also love Mathilda's style in the film. I have since fashioned my own pendant choker though I don't think I will automatically acquire Mathilda's angelic bad assness The film really makes me wish I had foul parents, shot down by the DEA just so I could find my self a beautiful Italian hit man like Léon who would love me like he loves Mathilda. 

You can totally see where the idea for Hit Girl's hair came from by the way...

Anyway here are my favourtie stills of Mathilda.

I had to add this simply for its impressive coolness. Also I'm crazy about Jean Reno's coat and I thought you should know about it. 

no sence at all.

I've been to Gollum's cave you know. A few days ago... It's not exactly supposed to make sence.

version 2.0

I did not write this.

I did not write this.

dr no.

Listen to this while reading. If you want to read. Or listen. No

autumnl moods

 vous aimez?

 glitter glItter GLITTER

 uh huh, a Christmas tree en octobre. bring it on!

flux.

I'm new with blogging. That's pretty obvious. I'm not sure who reads it or if anyone actually does. But I think the purpose of blogging sometimes gets lost. Some poeple use blogging to say the things that they're everyday lives cannot allow(to vent), people use it to showcase their work(what I tend to do) and others to do whatever the hell else they want! Which is brillaint and I love reading them(not sure if I can put other poeple's blog names on here, SEE? no idea what I'm doing). But I'm not sure what I want to do with it. My head is constantly buzzing, either with ideas and noise and pictures that dissappear way too quickly to understand. Or it's buzzing with an empty blurryness of mental weirdness. Always morphing into something else, mundane or just plain random. A state of FLUX UX UX UX UX UX.

So now, I'm just going to put up photos and drawings of places, people, outfits, colours and things that I see everyday, a long roll of stuff to contemplate. Not everyday because sometimes by eyes are far too focused on my feet to see anything else.

The past week or so, in pictures.

 the hair

I am too school for cool.