Zingers

I am finally back bitches (or bitchies, i have been discussing and arguing over the spelling of this word with my dad, an explicit non-curser, who dares to know more than his semblance).

What an abide gratifying summer I had! The beginning was bad, the middle good and the coming back from holiday was worse. You see, I had the mean red and mean blue most of the time (I am feeling a bit like Holly Golightly from Breakfast at tiffany's), which makes the mean purple. (zingers). The mean purple do not own a existential recognition, yet. BUT I AM WORKING ON IT. (a few disparaged words to my family of hypochondriacs, and the devil's job is done). You will soon witness, the evolution of this new psychological frail and medical treatments will be available in your near by shop, Boots.

I have penchant for drama. 

The rest of my summer article to come soon.

Twin Peak,

Warmth

Who thought I would complain about the oppressiveness of the weather in England? We need a begginning to everything and to this extend, here I am at the Bureau des Complaintes, remonstrating at the dry weather which awoken me at 5 this morning.  Could not be more pissed off and delighted at the same time while the birds are trigering with a poignant melody, a migraine.
Hot weather- No like, when you play mikado with my patience and piece of mind.

While some of us, enjoy the relaxation naively induced by the Scientific research. Convincing us "The positive impact warm, sunny weather can have on mental health and mood are real" according to new University of Michigan research.

People like me, dared to be fooled, while I have been trying to rest all night.

My sleep train must had a detour at the Grand 8 before terminating its journey, over-heated. Early summer vacation is what I call a "rip-off", as our mind is not yet ready to give up mental weight to the bed of roses, therefore to compensate, we take it to steel. Now, do not sell me a "positive", I want a refund! I want sleep.

What is the elicit truth behind this theory, Is there a link between our behaviour and the weather impact?
We all wonder...
Here are the evidences: (call me Sherlock)
A set of three studies involved more than 600 participants from throughout the United States. In one study conducted during the spring in Ann Arbor, participants who were randomly assigned to be outdoors during warm and sunny days showed improved mood and memory compared to participants who were outside when the weather was not pleasant and compared to participants who spent the time inside

Calling for further research into the subject, the researchers offer a straight forward prescription: "If you wish to reap the psychological benefits of good springtime weather, go outside.'

There is some uncovered solution to my sleeping problems and corrupting peace! aglamorouswayofthinking  may sleep outside, joining my cordial friends, the wild nocturnal animals. Shhh Insects phobia is an issue I will have to deal another time. Enjoy your summer everyone! Now, who will kindly let me borrow a sleeping bag?

Do not hesitate to comment, leave your blog name and I will check it out.

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a late birthday post

Ah finally 16 years old. The age of maturity. This one years marked by changes and in which distinct me from 15 years old border line teenager who unsociably wanders around the family's dwarf size fridge (very small, which kindly feeds 4 little scavengers)  to a 16 years old teenager who unsociably wanders around the family's dwarf size fridge and who is occasionally promoted to share a generous glass of cider with mum.  I must underline I do consume such jaunty drink only "with mum" and no one else. (my dad does occasionally read my blog, hello to you).

I confess, I do not feel 16 and it would be lying to you to say I did and to say I felt any excitement about it. Where is the dynamic of sweet sixteen? Does it have to be ordered separately like batteries for new hyped toys or is it included in the package (very rare)?.  Optimistically hoping to have more enthusiastic news because this year I am looking for an adventurous life which would include run a marathon for charity, get a job, appear on telly, jump off a plane in parachute, meet love at first sight or marry the prince Harry.  I will get back to you during this archangel 16th year. Maybe I will stick with being an "unsociably" wanderer. 

I had a fabulous a birthday and thanks the love one. I must post a not-so glamorous picture of me in my younger years to make this day memorable.  I am the tall girl with the short haircut who frowns-like-a-mouse, the other sweet looking gnome is Judith my sister. 

(very funny) 

A sweet sin.

Hello readers, I hope you are having an enjoyable week, mine has been quite... well there is not other word to describe it; boring. Have you ever felt inevitably stuck on running machine, stationary, motionless and embedded to a dull background, with only the lively sound of the TV? Altogether this is how my emotions have been layout this sobering week, pressuring me into the what I called a cultural sin. This condemning confession involves, several hundred of pillows, a pot of smooth Ben&Jerry cookie dough ice cream and my baby cherry red laptop, like the murdering Roxie Heart would say "Who's said murdering is not an art?". The victim? Well I was in such a state of shock , I completely blanked out and cannot remember a thing it was not until now when I realised I was on my laptop watching "The only way is Essex" and "Made in Chelsea", I even knew I had witness 4 hours worth of these shows. Yes 4 hours. No no lying. Only exaggerating a little bit Pinocchio. Not my usual tv choice, but see this is what boredom usually pushes you to do, and would it be devilish to say I enjoyed it? Drowning myself into a high dose of drama and the life of two different materialist species. Fascinating. Now I want my life back please?

The very nightmare.

That devil above who trounce her over-dyed non-oxygen hair heavily to the sound of "hard core" rock, is only the  neurotic teenager Taylor Momsen. After reading my articles I am sure you know me a little bit better and now you are intimate enough to witness one of my follies.Yes I plead guilty, I am not a big fan of her style and provocative manners but I have to say her music is my guilty pleasure.

A long and creamy while ago, Taylor started her uplifting actress career in the cinema, playing alongside Jim Carey in How the Grinch Stole Christmas. The best children Christmas story featuring our nation's favourite green man; no not the Green Giant, our god of frozen vegetables; the Grinch. And of course the the rock candy sweet Cindy Lou Who with her naive jaunty smile. Yes Taylor Momsen played Cindy. You don't believe me? Well google it silly, see who is wrong. Who could have thought, such a tremendous adorable thing with her ridiculous uplifted plated her decorated like a overloaded Christmas tree and her high pitched voice that would  make you go gaga it is almost a 'crime', could turn into this meretricious rebel. It is recidivism, Miss Taylor now also playes the character of Jenny in Gossip Girl on the side of having her own band, and again 'intoxicates' us with her character's sweetness. I have not decided it yet what I prefer. An over-joyful teenager who still have mauve ponies ornamenting her bedroom wall or this rousing 17 years old young woman, openly into sex and resembles a 80s zombie with her I-fell-into-my-eyeshadow look. Not very flattering. Either way I like the music. Here below is a video. 

The fortunates

Hello to all Mothers of this world. I wish you one Happy Mother's day.

My mother is a divine creature. She protected me through anything, pushed me to do great things and never lost faith. I may have forgotten Mother's day... (outch) the commercial celebrations of these beautiful flowers.

I apologise because to me you are everything. And no cards, flowers or even juvenile mugs with 'cheesy' poetics harmonising lines can express the feeling of veneration I have for you. You are a strong, independent woman filled with fantasy. Did you not see it? At the time of  our first encounter when I was a not even 4 apples tall, I would watch you with my big explorer eyes. Such quiescent and awaken nature of mine is explained by the force and strength you gave me. Your arms around me, made me feel safe. I love you dearly.

This is for you, my fallen angel, who gave up many transcend powers to be among us simple terrestrials.

A simple mug, but which says everything..

"Don't go fighting against the spring" Lorenzo the poet

A few days ago, I have been emotionally taken aboard in the fabulous story 'A room with a view' by E.M Foster. If you have not read it, I urgently advise you to. This novel is perfect for transcending into the deep and luscious culture of Italy and its sweet perfume of pleasure and adventure. And talking about Italy, I am sure you darlings have already checked out the wanton hit Gucci made with this flower power collection for fall 2011. (and if you have not here below are a few appatisers) 

You cannot beat the spring in nature and also the spring and men. Gucci surpassed the leaden winter, warred the seasons together and bought us this fifty miles of Florence,cutting draped to admire and praise. I may be under the influence of Mr Foster and his love for the boot shape country but this collection prodigally bought jaunt to my future winter.

Thinking of you.

Thinking of all the people affected by the earthquake/Tsunami/Nuclear crisis. 

I send my deepest sympathy.

This is such a dire situation... I have lost my words.

♥

-JG

If you have not heard yet my dears, you are about to be extremely entirely disappointed in a person many seeking-extravangenza fashion hunter, followers of inspirational inaccessibly garments or people like me amazed at anything that brittle,  have put their entire faith and belief in.  John Galliano (-the great), the one who made us dream and travel throughout fairytale or lost cultures, in a cafe in Paris on Monday, fired verbally abused at a french couple using anti Semitism accusations (which I dare not to comment on). This accident was being filmed which followed a fast loop straight around major gossip websites around the world. 

A man we all thought to be sane, even being his faux air of drunken pirate. Galliano was suspended from Dior after the episode reported, and hopefully without a return ticket. 

I will never be able to respect or admire his creations. Now I will see all his catwalk as ordeal, perverse and insanity. The only mediatic reaction was made by actress Natalie Portman saying "I am deeply shocked and disgusted by the video of John Galliano's comments that surfaced today... In light of this video, and as an individual who is proud to be Jewish, I will not be associated with Mr. Galliano in any way. I hope at the very least, these terrible comments remind us to reflect and act upon combating these still-existing prejudices that are the opposite of all that is beautiful.". This a statement which I agree with. We should all immunize ourself against this epidermis of racism and prejudices, act against all of this. A designer does not create, he acodomates, so maybe the world of fashion should come out of its shell quickly to trace a big bold chalk line between right and wrong. 

To John Galliano.

I am jewish and proud.  

Inspirations of the day.

"Did you talk to her parents too"- The Addams Family

Sorry dear blog, I have neglected you. Left you in the corner of my web paged bookmark, when I should have nurtured you. I apologise to all of you readers and thanks you for still reading. This signifies a lot to me.

Now has been a while, I have started blogging. I have fallen into this time consuming and thrilling experience. I can remember my first follower (my parents are not considered in this), this person was really special to me. He or she made me believe could transcend my capacities to make my voice heard, I am thankful to all of you.

Meanwhile, lets move on to something dilarious, enough with this emotional talk. Who would have thought watching The Addams family could bring this much nostalgia? I have retrieved and viewed this comedy/horror/fantasy 1991 film featuring the devilish looking, Christina Ricci. Oh dear, I love this film, this Gothic and torturous humour, strange but amicable characters, the stereotypical Americans neighbours, Mr & Mrs Addams frivolous love, The hand... I could go on and on.

Here is are some pictures to demonstrate my adoration for this family.

Oh my great,

A few weeks ago I have read The Great Gadsby, novel written by Mr Fitzgerald. I have no intention to spit on the great American litterature of this ludic early 20th centenry. But at the moment I finally closed the book after 2 enduring hours of intense reading. Satisfaction was not there. Almost disappointment eluded my mind.

At the first line of this book, I was already forseen this jazy fresh new way of life, I was ready to enter this Art deco world and enjoy an explicit literature. However it wasn't there. I disliked the characters, and found Francis Scott quite pretentious in his style of writing. If his intentions were to disgust us of the vain world of New York West egg, of its urban organisations,cocktail  of people and place, lively nights and land of ash- he was defiantly successful. Netherless I cannot deny his magnificent metaphors and elaborated techniques were just blowing my mind and I am proud to say I now understand the meaning behind his epithet of American Master.

The main character  Nick Carrawa, a narrator. was only a glim of present and you would zigzag into his monthly encounters with Mr Gatsby or other characters.  Not many thoughts, perceptions or colour. Nick had the "emotional insight of a goldfish whose owner left a book of Freud case studies open on the credenza beside the tank". (quote by James Wolcott) There was just not emotion it was all blurry, a pure mist representing the corruption of American's Dream. The other characters, I dare not to speak of. All hostile. They were 


I am guessing F. Scott Fitzgerald is not for me.


However a few days ago, I watched the film, durected by Jack Clayton... you guessed it. I feel in love with Robert Redford playing Jay Gatsby. Breath taking gorgeous. The film made sense to a book that didnt. There was emotions...


If any of you read "The Great Gatsby" what are your thoughts about it? 

A wickedtale.

After a fine day in London with my mumma, Lauren joined me for a fun night watching Nowhere boy (so much love for  Aaron Johnson and John Lennon) and taking photos while raving at the child prodigy, willow smith. I have to say I used to dislike her and found quite pretentious and bland, maybe my jealousy spoke at the time, but now I have realised she has nothing this  dangerously  spoilt.  Introduced early in the showbiz, her and her brother will possibly grow up and become the New generation, the next Smith. Now we just have to watch what paths the " little stars" are taking.

Switching back to the photoshot : Our photographer for the night? Well my little sweetie little deer whom I call Jud Jud (idem Judith or little tiger). Her photo below

Lauren + Me , check this Miss's blog here.

The sky in my bedroom,

 and again my precious Lauren.

I wish you an Happy New Year everyone (a bit late, I apologise).

This New Year eve I stayed with my daddy and step mum in company of our neighbours, a cool couple. Me, nibbling professionally have  never ate so much in one night. Food was on table, I assumed I had to eat every single meaningless crumbs on the table. No wastefulness is allowed. 

I hope you readers had a great night too. 

Wonderland!

Here are some picture of my dear little town spread with white chocolate.

Enjoy.

 Nearly Christmas!

For the people who are affected by snow, I hope it is not preventing you to enjoy Christmas with the ones you love.

A 40 pieces montees.

The two exquisite, Mulleavy sisters- Laura and Kate- have recently united with Darren Aronofsky’s new film Black Swan and have designed 40 glorious costumes.  “You finish a show and you’re already thinking about your next one. In film, you make pieces of clothing that go down in history. It’s been very, very exciting for us.” said Laura, or Kate. I was never fond of Rodarte earthly aesthetic but the thought of explosive tutus excites me bringing back memories of my own classical dance experience- when I was 7 years old and dreamed to own one of those magical cherry blossom pink tutu. Therefore one day I  instinctively exclaimed to my mum I would like to start dance lesson.. After, everything was organised so quickly. I found myself going every Wednesday at the nearby school hall and joined the crew of the wannabe petits rats d'opera. To my disappointment I later found out that those extreme skirts were only given for important shows and as I was only a novice, the delicate tulle was twirling quickly away from me. 

I had no particular interest whatsoever to this quiescent dance and with great laziness, I stopped going to the lessons. And this was only active experience in the wide world of dance. Dance is not my "thing" but I still enjoy its sensitivity.

The Black Swan

For those who are hopefully more passionate in classical dance than me- 

It is the story of an haunted middle aged ballerina (Natalie Portman) who battles through life in search of passion and love. Nina had always has a disappointing life and worked hard for her profession when one day she was asked to replace her fellow worker  for the opening production of their new season, Swan Lake, Nina is the first choice. However another guile and sensual dancer called Lily is in the competition for this role.  Nina does not hesitate, she lets her inside demon with great acrimony slowly take over her like the current until she finally drowns in obscurity to defeat her rival.  

I have not yet had the joy to watch this thriller but hopefully I will soon. It has a depressing feeling to it which I am not really craving for right now. It is nearly Christmas and I am in a festive mood, nothing shall bring me down!

Almost Christmas! 

Knock knock...

Hello flake of lemon ice cream, I see that you bought the thrilling cold Mr Winter with you. I am enchanted of this beautiful fair, filled up of million sparkling twinkle, blinding me. I wish you that love, prosperity and warmth fulfil your chocolate cup and supply happiness in your life.

To me winter is the intended excuse to get a hug from a stranger, a way to meet special people for specials occasion, the reason to share possession and spoil the love ones. And without forgetting to miss school because of the weather and go sledging with insane and lovable persons, I call my friends.

Oh in 23 days, its Christmas!

Above is a moodboard of this sequence, term and event. It is bits and pieces which feeds me with its beauty and inspirations. Everything for a satisfying winter.  I absolutely adore the faux-fur coat from Topshop, maybe Santa will be kind enough to get it for me. (hint hint to my parents)

Next year I might be able to post more of my own pictures and style, but I just have to wait till Christmas because I ordered a new camera to Santa (hopefully with the leopard coat).

Hope you are having a nice winter!

Inspirations

 

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Winter is bringing a hot chocolate breeze, joy and cosy knitwear.