you make me wanna spit on your honour

Recently I have been enjoying basing my outfit around one colour. Grey is not a particularly exhilarating colour, but I think its underrated. I like the blend of "dull" and monochrome-ish colours in this outfit, which are livened up by the paisley pattern on my trousers.

I found the jacket the day before in a vintage shop called Don Majors in Bristol. If you ever visit/live in Bristol it is definitely worth a visit. I also found an ace Lacoste striped shirt for £15, and this jacket was only 10 quid. The patch says "Girls at Work" which I like too. I like to imagine that the past owner was the captain of an all-female baseball team. how rad would that be? The t shirt is from Urban Outfitters, where I generally don't like to shop because of its morals/overpriced-fake-vintage but this was in the sale and it has pizza on it. c'mon pizza rules. The trousers are from Topshop and the shoes are grubby Deichmanns which are now a health hazard as the soles have split. I am currently trying to wear in an actual, real pair of doc martens which is proving tough work. 

disposables 

The post title is taken from "No Mythologies to Follow" by MØ. I have had a budding obsession with MØ and all things Danish for a while now, not least because she is an actual style goddess, takes inspiration from The Spice Girls and Nirvana, and is a wicked songwriter. 

I find this line really badass and reminiscent of a girl gang attitude. Most of her songs seem to sum up emotions of youth and growing up which, being sixteen, i obviously find relatable. 

Hopefully i'll be back soon as I have some more recently developed disposables to share.

suzie

greengages

Late August by Margaret Atwood encaptures the heavy/sexy/impatient/lustful summer atmosphere. The description of the plums reminds me of the greengages and figs i have been gorging on recently. There is something desperately indulgent about sweet, summer fruits.
 I feel restless in these last few weeks of summer when I know I should relish in it. Its like an itch. An itch for a new beginning. And yet I don't want to let go of this consistent boredom. Some days I write 'to do' lists, which are rarely completed. I wanted to write contributions this summer, and now I only have one week left. At least I have been consistent in not completing my lists.

journalling:

attempts at pressing flowers

vain


a white trainers collage, a collection of songs and a danish pun. i tried to stain the pages with green tea but it looks dirty. i promise its tea.

suzie

source:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/82190761920175126/

sri lanka

My summer of transition is going well. I returned from Sri Lanka a week ago, dazed and baffled. The whole two weeks spent there were an absolute dream.

At some point last year my friend and I thought that we were capable of flying half way across the world for two weeks at the ripe old age of sixteen. It was only until we stepped off the plane into the almost insufferable heat that we realised quite how momentous it actually was.

The first few days were a blur of jetlag and foreign noises/food/everything, but beyond that we seemed to forget our past lives and fully engrain ourselves in the thick of it.

The mornings were spent looking after Kumara (meaning Prince), a magical elephant who had sustained injuries from his former life in the tourism trade, but who appeared to be happy being pampered by westerners. The afternoons were either spent sleeping, exploring by tuk tuk or tagging along to the orphanage. The orphanage was an emotionally-draining experience but i'm glad I went; actually seeing the lives and societal position of these children in the flesh really did have an impact on us.

 We were mainly transported by tuk tuk, which is the most fun mode of transport I have ever experienced. Not only can you encounter the sights and sounds of Sri Lanka, the drivers also enjoy playing banging tunes at top volume. Some of my favourites included Mysterious Girl by Peter Andre and One Love by Blue. Pure nostalgia.

Here are the developed photographs from one of the disposable cameras I didn't mislay in a tuk tuk.

 

 

This is Bob, one of the tuk tuk drivers. Everyone in Sri Lanka has a mild obsession with Bob Marley, so (i guess) his nickname is due to that.

 

 

 

The pattern on a temple ceiling

 

 

The long descent from said temple



A lone woman, spotted on a boat ride

 

sunbathing on hell roof (named so, by myself, because of the temperature - I spent 10 minutes up there and my eyelids started sweating)

 

 

 

View of coconuts from the top of hell roof



The sweaty but aesthetically-pleasing bus ride to Mirissa, where we spent the weekend

 

 

Glorious Mirissa

 

 

attempting to take a photograph of a thoughtful quote in The Handmaid's Tale. I think it was "But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men", which I find interesting. The novel is full of intriguing notions from the narrator and protagonist, Offred. It was on my summer reading list for sixth form but it has become enjoyable to read rather than a task.

 

 

Glorious Kumara, the only man in my life

 

The wicked view we looked out upon whilst washing Kumara

 

Caught in a torrential downpour

The town
 



I hope all your summers are as peachy as you hoped.

 

suzie