Tuesday, 4 March 2014
Due to technical difficulties (as in my laptop keeps deciding to crash every few minutes), I'm having to do a very quick post, which means using a photo that I already had stored on here with no real story to it. Et voilà! A post-sunset Waterloo Bridge several weeks ago.
Thursday, 27 February 2014
At the risk of sounding materialistic, sometimes there really is nothing better to cheer you up than a new shirt or a flashy, red lipstick. In this case, I had an appointment with my wonderfully talented hairdresser, which is frankly bizarre for me, considering the fact that I normally starve my hair of any attention whatsoever: a quick shampoo in the mornings (no, that's right, not even conditioner... I feel I can hear horrified women from around the globe gasping from here), then I let it air dry, purely out of laziness and hatred towards the inevitable tangling of wires from the blow-dryer, often before whipping it up into a bun.
Whilst this routine is unlikely to change dramatically any time soon, I thought it was high time that I cash in on my Christmas present from my sister and her boyfriend, which was a dye job of my choice. I went for the naturally sun-lightened, surfer-esque style, as I've never been one for the obvious, outlandish hair colours, and it seemed a shame to bleach my so called 'virgin hair'. More importantly, we are now (or so I am telling myself) in the much-awaited run up to summer and my all over brown hair could do with being revitalised, which I certainly feel has been achieved. The question is: is it too early to be buying bikinis?
Sunday, 23 February 2014
I can't quite believe it, but despite leaving London (during Fashion Week - awful timing, I know) for the countryside 9 days ago, I somehow found myself quite busy this past week. Given the fact that it was my university reading week, I was naturally obliged to, well, read. I know that isn't particularly exhausting work, but it was refreshing to get away from the books, the laptop, the phone, and wander aimlessly up hills, through countless fields and over trickling streams yesterday. Now that was exhausting, but in a good, air-in-your-lungs, weak-at-the-knees kind of way, which was the perfect way to round off my trip home before I return to endless paving slabs and 4am police sirens screeching past my window.
Tuesday, 18 February 2014
|Taken in Versailles last June|
I'm not sure what the weather is like back in London, but here at home the inescapable drizzle is making me pine for the sun-drenched days of last summer. I love the changes that each season is supposed to bring, be it crisp breezes, powdery snow, or the scattering of fiery red and amber leaves across the ground. But rain is frankly, in my eyes, the liquid form of a pain in the neck. The only mitigating factor is that it can, on the off chance, leave behind a glittering trace which can translate into brilliant photograph. Who knows, I might take my camera out for a spin if I can bring myself to face the conditions. But right now a few days of warm, honest sunshine wouldn't go amiss...
Thursday, 13 February 2014
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Upcoming essay deadlines call for tea, once again, and my comfiest velvet leggings... And apparently yet more procrastination, given the fact that I'm writing blog posts and playing with my camera unnecessarily.