Monday, November 29

PILLARS OF THE EARTH


Egypt April 2010


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Photographs taken by myself and my father

A long overdue insight into my trip to Egypt in April this year; a country I found brimming with beautiful things, but blighted by relentless tourism. Egypt reached its tourist heyday in the 1930s (The Death on the Nile era), and has gone downhill ever since. At the pyramids of Giza, litter tornadoes spun around the base of these monumental triumphs, against a background of starved horses and idle 'tourist police'. I preferred to avoid the crowds and the emporiums pawning gold jewellry to snap from the back of a speeding van through the heart of Cairo and try to get the horsecarts, pedestrians and carrot stalls in focus.

The last photograph shows the attempts of Coptic Christians to cover up the Egyptian hieroglyphics at Aswan. The Christians believed the Egyptian symbols were evil and could be brought to life by bad spirits. They set upon vandalising as many of the figures as possible, scratching out their faces and limbs, or by painting their own murals to cover them completely. Luckily, their design prowess wasn't nearly as impressive as the Egyptians, and the pillars of the earth still stand today.

HORNED


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ROLLACOASTA magazine September 2010, photographed by Kate Bellm

Wednesday, November 24

L'AUTOMNE EN PROVENCE

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Silvery boughs of ripening olives, the faint scent of drying lavender, a tree burdened with sharon fruits which I had never noticed before; this is the russet-tinted glow of autumn in Provence. Next month, the olives will be pressed into oil in the village, and the sharon fruits will have all but rotted.

I love my wild, ancient garden; it takes ten minutes to descend the terraces to the bottom of it. It is my Paradise Regained.

Monday, November 22

PINK HAIR///PARTY



So... I have raspberry endz.


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Photos from my housemates' 21st at the Gingerbread House last week.

I finally kissed farewell to my cans of pink hairspray and hit the salon. Tony and Bex of Rebel Pinup in Leeds did a marvellous job of my unconventional request, inspired by THIS Abbey Lee shot. Well hey, I thought if I can't have pink hair at 20 then when can I? Oh sod it, when can't I? I shall have pink hair at 20, and blue at 80, and a few electric shades inbetween.

What's your verdict on the raspberry endz?


Monday, November 15

Sunday, November 14

\\\ Sunday Sophistiqué ///

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Je porte rouge à lèvres par Yves Saint Laurent rouge volupté, teinte 16.


Saturday, November 13

\\\ MOMO ///




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Burning desire Martinis at Momo's, Heddon St, London 19.09.10


"Are you on Vivienne's table?" asked the maitre'd.

photographed by Audrey Rodgers, our girl in Paris

Wednesday, November 10

\\\ NOVEMBER STYLE STALKING///

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\\Knight Cat//Frou Frouu//Nana in Wonderland//Style Stalker//


Sheer Layers
Velvet & Silk kimono jackets
Orange, Purple & Camel
Arran knits
Black mesh
Leather leggings
Berry lips
Pom Poms

So goes my winter shopping list. Yesterday's trip to Armstrong's was super successful. A gorgeous 50s camel swing coat with fur cuffs came home with me, along with a bright purple wool trench and some silk shirts. I think some outfit posts are long overdue, once this essay is out the way and the sun decides to make an appearance over this gloomy isle once again.

Tuesday, November 9

\\\ AUDREY ///





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Scans my own from Audrey Hepburn Taschen//Audrey Hepburn by Sean Hepburn Ferrer books

I'm home in Edinburgh for one week on a self-medicated sabbatical from uni. I've had flu for most of the time, the rest I've been trying to punch out an essay on Moby Dick, so nothing too enjoyable. But today I'm heading into Edinburgh city library to work, which means ideal proximity to Armstrong's Vintage Emporium and a few other choice venues to browse for oddities in the Grassmarket. My lunchbreak treat. Last time I popped in I picked up a replica of Audrey's Givenchy Breakfast at Tiffany's gown, so my hopes are high.

Monday, November 8

\\\ BLUE MONDAY ///




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Yvan Rodic, Unknown

Songs for this morning. It will probably be raining, so nothing too jolly, just sublime.


...And if you're really struggling with the mean reds, this nine minute masterpiece should have you doing synthesiser sun salutations at your window in no time. It always works with me.




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