everyone's a prophet when they don't know what to say

Hello. I am writing this on my birthday eve (it is now a  week later and i am officially 17. whoo). Tomorrow i will turn 17, or 'the big one seven' as my mother refers to it as, which is something i have much excitement for. I have always favoured being an odd number, despite it being ridiculous i find it more comfortable and less defined than an even number.
I don't want to bore you with the excess of history essays and french grammar sheets i spend most of my time doing, so i will keep this brief. The past month has been a haze of new-schoolness and i'm not settled yet. Once i'm in a  rhythm i will be able to blog regularly/properly.

These are some disposables i promised to post approx a month ago. A summary: we day-tripped to Bristol and pottered amongst charity bookshops, vintage clothes and much graffiti.

the title is from 'Chinatown' by Girlpool. it is a really beautiful song. go listen.

hope you are all peachy,
suzie 

x

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

melon daze

these are from a recent trip to the lido where we sun bathed and attempted to swim in the bustling pool. the day revolved around two melons we managed to salvage in Tesco metro for 70p, which we gorged on at regular intervals. a welcome break from the insufferable heat of the sun.  we left with a full bag of melon skin and walked through town, parting ways. i was partially-harassed by a Mormon on my way back, who asked me what made me happiest. I simply replied 'friends'. now I wish I'd said something more philosophical but in a state of panic and after a good day with a  friend it was my only option. he said his belief in god made him happiest, and then I rushed off, not to escape but because my increasingly agitated mother was waiting for me. it was the first (and only) day of the year, where I have felt like summer is truly present, due to all these wonderful (and strange) events. today I am wrapped up inside, protecting myself from wind and spitty weather. i'm listening to mac DeMarco in want of warm days instead of tea-drinking days.

the other night I watched fight club. I had seen snippets but never the whole film. maybe it was because I had enjoyed the book so much and had low expectations of the film, but I ended up loving it. Inevitably, I had a restless night dreaming of soap and schizophrenia but it was worth every minute. rarely am I gripped so thoroughly by a film, from start to finish even through scenes of violence and pain. 

recent photos:

these last two are my Granny's house. she never goes in this room anymore and it felt slightly miss havisham/lisbon sisters/creepy 70s vibe. it was like stepping into a time warp, nothing was present, apart from the list of emergency phone numbers taped to the mirror.

I re-listened to Pure Heroine the other day and really focused on the lyrics this time. 'A World Alone' especially resonated with me, particularly the second verse. It was exactly how I felt at that point, sitting on the bus, re-living the past day and how I felt. that night I furiously transcribed the lyrics into my journal, both relieved and alone.

~ other tunes encompassing summer vibes and loneliness ~

seamless mood change ~ i didn't think rihanna could get any badder/radder but she is queen of bad/rad. watch and learn from her majesty.



i won't be able to post until august now as tomorrow i will be on a plane to sri lanka, where i will be volunteering with elephants for two weeks!
be back soon,

suzie xox

he was a young boy who was enlightened

last sunday I went to wireless festival after purchasing some very last minute tickets. it was the craziest and raddest day.

i wore an h & m crop top, culottes from loving youth, denim jacket from ebay and nike air max. can i just take a moment to apologise for my humiliating 'posing', at the time i was trying to be edgy but i just look a bit shifty.  i really love these culottes though, the pattern is ace and i legit feel like i'm walking around in pajamas when i wear them.

so after wandering around the park for a bit, we caught charli xcx on the main stage. I've always liked her style and cool-90s-girl vibe, and always respected her ballsy attitude, but never really listened to her music. after seeing her live though, my sister and I were raving. she absolutely aced it; her vocals were insane and she owned the stage, repeatedly shouting 'PUSSY POWER' into the audience, much to our delight. the stage was pretty badass as well; there were these awesome glittery, rookie-esque tassles in front of which was this mammoth heart with 'SUCKER' scrawled across it.

 after charli we chilled for a bit and ate gross n greasy over-priced festival food. this didn't matter though, because the next set was JADEN AND WILLOW SMITH (one of the main reasons we came). we arrived early, already a buzzing crowd forming. over the next half an hour, more and more people arrived, until we found ourselves in the heart of the audience. there was random screaming which i thought was due to excitement, but no, drake and brooklyn beckham had just appeared at the side of the stage. someone shouted 'Tupac'.  then this happened  ~(sorry for crap quality)~

it was one of the scariest but incredible moments of my life. blah that's cringey, but true. 

i know these photos are technically quite bad but i really like the way they turned out. i think they really capture the way a concert feels.

it was magical and their set whizzed by. i cannot believe how talented they are for their age. the post title is from 'Flowers' by Willow, which is a really beautiful yet intelligent song.

to round off an insane day we saw elliphant. my sister is a massive fan so was on the point of wetting herself but, thank god, she managed to retain some dignity throughout the set. since discovering elliphant via this, we have ogled at her coolness and my sister has even started to learn swedish. this was a banging end to the day even though the bass semi-deafened me.

not forgetting the grumpy (but probably terrified) security guy who looked notably pissed off throughout the whole performance. this last photo is priceless.

hope y'all having a rad summer!!

suzie x