FASHION // i don't need the birds, let them fly away

Leave My Body // Florence + the Machine


Fact: I was suspended. Yep.
For a week.
That happened.
Hah.
I came back and like eight different people asked if I was arrested...
"Yeah, definitely. Wanna see my prison tats? I got em all over my arms. Oh look, here's a text from my new friend Cissy the drug-dealer prostitute. YEP. I was arrested. YEP."
I wasn't really arrested, I'm just sarcastic.
People looked confused.
It probably didn't help that I looked like a cross between a witch and a biker chick my first day back.
But you know I sort of always look like that, so I guess it would have been weirder to look "normal".
That doesn't make sense.
It wasn't very exciting really. I watched a lot of Doctor Who. And X Files. And crime shows.

Anyway.

Speaking of witchiness; Em was the photographer for a Vogue-ish photo shoot using myself and my friend Anne as models. The fantastic Sammy did our makeup. Thanks boi. You're magic.
We were originally going to go down to the ocean and be interesting and dead and mermaidish in fancy dresses, half-submerged in the water.
Then it ended up snowing the night before during our sleepover, so we just put on coats and cool makeup over our dresses.
My cape is from Tunisia. It was hiding in the basement.
It was freezing cold, pitch black, and extraordinarily windy. None of us (Sam came with us for the shoot) could feel our faces by the time we got back to my house like 45 minutes later. We had some great conversations about which guys were hot and which weren't, though. And fashion. And other good things. I have terrific friends.

Behind the scenes...

(this one edited by Sam)