and her fish. How gorgeous are goldfish? This is the brilliant work of freshly graduated designer Cassandra Verity Green from Central Saint Martins. I love the dreaminess of the pastel seaweed and the fishbowl bags. The choice of colour and beading reminds me of last year's Maia Bergman but I don't want to be unfair and compare the two too much. They're obviously very different.
My latest obsessions include putting random green stuff in water hoping it will grow into something (and if it doesn't, then at least it looks pretty), Soo Joo, SuSHI, bloody marys and Japanese electronica.
I killed my plant the other day, I smothered it with love. And caffeine. But only the stem was completely dead so I cut off the not so happy branches and put them in two different sized glasses filled with water and now they look mighty adorable and healthy and supple again on a shelf in my kitchen. I also put a celery base in shallow water (as shown here) to try to regrow it. Should make an interesting experiment. Also, can't wait to go to my parent's house and see the greenhouse my dad is building on the balcony. Green stuff is nice stuff.
By the way, seems like summer is finally on its way here in Ice Land. The days have been mostly cloudy and wet but birds are singing and leaves are growing and the sun is not setting. Fun.
I'm not sure what I just watched or how I feel about it or if I even like it at all but here is a short little film about a strange little man that will keep you confused and sad for the rest of the day. Or maybe enlightened and inspired. Or all of the above. I think I like it. I don't know. Maybe I'll know tomorrow. All I know for sure is that the screenshots are nice.
I'm kind of in love with this. I want to look like her and wear her clothes and be at that party with those people. I am the most impressionable person ever. Not so random fact: I remember when I was 12 or something and me and my friend would watch Sister Act 2 all the time and Lauryn Hill and the rest of the kids were so damn cool and I thought "Aww I'll never be cool because I'm not black" Yeah. Kid me was weird. er.
By the way, I am never posting a youtube video again on my blog.
I was at my grandmother's house over the weekend. She lives in the nicest town in Iceland and my (big) family built her a new house recently that fits a lot of people and is very comfy but it has no internet so we went for a drive in the BEAUTIFUL weather and I took these pictures of some mountains and some birds and the mysterious dead herring (local stuff. mysterious stuff.) In other news, I have a septum piercing now because I'm cool now and I've had it for over a month now so the other day I could finally put a new ring in my nose woohoo. And then I lost myself looking at fancier ones online... look at this! And this and this and this. Mmm. I wish I had a bunch of money and could wear gold without feeling like a pimp.
In conclusion, since I'm in the process of decluttering my brain, I've finally accepted that I won't be posting that much on here instead of bumming myself out because of it. When I have something I want to share I'll share it and in between I'll continue creating my virtual collage on my very much alive tumblrpage which I invite you all to look at. A lot. Because it's very good.
...or just listen to these. BUT NOT AT THE SAME TIME!:
I've already listened to the Fatboy Slim song at least 9 times tonight. The man is a genius.
Happy 2013 everybody! I hope you all had a new years eve filled with fireworks, music, bubbly wine and good company. Or whatever else makes you happy. Just wanted to start the year with a few carefully chosen photos that, to me, are perfect.I started out with a whole bunchof crazy groovy madness and edited and edited until only 4 were left in all their untainted simplicity. Some Marques Almeida shoes, a flower that looks like a vagina and the top picture. I don't know what it's from but it's lovely. I just noticed that I've been posting some delusionally summery pictures lately, I think it's because I'm so tired of this endless dark winter. But on the bright side, winter means coats! Lots and lots of coats. I'm obsessed with them. I look out for cheap coats every time Igo to the fleamarket, so I have to get going if I want to make it there in time. Later!