pa pa pa pa who loves the sun

Fun pants are super fun.

things i'll never say

i heard that you like the bad girls

90's kid. Floral print. 90's Kate. Lo-lee-ta. Do you sense a theme here?

pink & black & blue for you

I got my hands on a Cookie Dough Ball recipe from my now favourite dessert blog, Chocolate Covered Katie. Funfetti was substituted with Walnuts and cookies were consumed for breakfast. Three were made first. And then nine more. You know how it goes.

for a girl like you to come around

There's something grotesquely glorious about this dress with it's awkward drop waist. The fact that it's three sized too big for me made it a total win for me. Everything and more that I could expect from a $3 thrifted dress, which is slowly falling to pieces. This makes it perfect for over-eating at lunch.

I was going for Craft Spell's "Idle Labor" album cover, which is truly the mother of all album covers (eat your heart out Power, Corruption and Lies), but then I got distracted by the neon pom-pom necklace I'd made at some point in my life, perhaps only semi-consciously, and so this is what happened, vintage purple suede cross-body purse in tow. Everything about the last part of that sentence is wonderful.

"Scandinavian Crush" by Craft Spells to be played for optimal viewing pleasure.

i guess i should take prozac, right, & just smile all night

Currently too tired to articulate a semblance of coherency, but then again, when am I ever coherent? But a giant Flourless Chocolate Walnut Cookie was made from Francois Payard's recipe extracted from an old New York Magazine , and ofcourse tea, to soothe my very, very tired bones.

Only to be consumed with a wonderfully laid-back song by The Magnetic Fields. An ASOS dress was worn during the duration of the day, which has now been replaced with a ratty grey Nike t-shirt, quite possibly worn the wrong way round.

we could learn to love, to control it

I can be a girl at times, a very girly girl. I know that my tough exterior may mislead you to think otherwise, but such is the case. And these are some very pretty, very girly things which need to be in my life, but due to unfortunate economic circumstances, such will not be the case.

This Bernard Wilhelm dress has a man and dog print on it. As in an actual man with his actual dog and somehow it is so horrifying, that it is beautiful. Perhaps it is even a fortunate thing that I have no money to spare because this whimsical, badass candy-coloured Shourouk necklace would be the sort of thing I'd stuff into my mouth when no one is looking. Because it looks good enough to eat. Not because of my propensity for eating rhinestones and beads.

Also this Society 6 Nebula 3 by ThoughtCloud iPhone Case is so precious, if I had it in my life, I'd stroke it with a dreamy look upon my face and whisper sweet nothings to it, preferably while looking like this girl, taken from the lookbook of the Copenhagen-based store Brics.

And my favourite track by Blouse, so dreamy and haunting, it's the sort of thing you want to take a nap to, or make sweet, slow love to. Or make sweet, slow love and then nap to. Or nap and then make sweet, slow love to. What I'm saying is, this is a really great song.

maybe i'm just crazy, crazy for you baby

A carefully disheveled bun at an attempt to convey a "My Mum Forced Me To Wear This But I Hate It So I'll Rebel Any Which Way I Can Circa 1998" look. The perpetually painfully miserable expression on my face for good measure. If Best Coast ever needed a South Asian tambourine player, I'd fit right in. 

Sea-horse sandals wore worn. Far more fun to look at, an excellent conversationalist during mundane commutes and a great conversation piece. Do I look down at them periodically and greet them with "Oh hi baby!"? Yes, I do. Exclamation mark for extra emphasis because these babies are so darn cute.


Here also is a grainy shot of the contents of my bag today, which unintentionally matches my outfit. It's disgusting, in an awesome sort of way. And a Best Coast song, because I like cats.

if you'd ask me to, in a year or two

I'm not a big proponent of diffusion lines. But then I put this tent of a sack on, and I really do love my sacks and tents, and it was love. However being perpetually broke and with a pained expression upon my face, I didn't leave with this Jason Wu (for Target, but who cares? Right? Right) Tent. But thanks to the kindness of a friend - who tells me fondly "Every time you wear stripes you remind me of Pugsley Addams without any pants on and a part of me dies" - the tent is mine.

Also worn with one Calvin Klein bra and the slickest, shiniest Sam Edelman loafers. Which should have also been worn with these Moscot Lemtosh Tortoise Shell sunglasses. So here's some Beach House as a compensation, and because I love shaggy-haired pretty girls just as much as I love tents.