Time for a collage! Speaking of which, yesterday was the oddest day.... had to be at uni at 8.30am for my last meeting with my supervisor, and, I'm loath to confess, was wearing a pretty odd looking assortment of items. Black leggings, my 'Eat Me: I'm Organic' t-shirt, hoodie, 2 scarves, my boxing boots and I had a sleepless night only to go into a serious coma at about 6.00am until the alarm went at 6.45, so I also had this afro thing happening. Why the rundown of such an un-glamorous get-up? That would be because every hot dude in the world was at uni yesterday morning. Seriously. It's like there was a conference for them or something. UNBELIEVABLE. My jaw was on the floor; I felt like an ironically dressed chipmunk in a candy store. I actually ran smack bang into one of them coming out of the lift and I'm not sure who was more stunned: me at being legitimately in the arms of Adonis, or him at realising he was clutching a marsupial with a fro.
So, as I was saying, time for a collage!
Freelance fashion stylist and makeup artist.
Fashion and Art writer.
Dancer/Performer and Dance Teacher.
Would-be film maker.
Refuge of eccentrics.
Seeker. Prayer. Lover of a cacophonous collection of people, places and things.
Viva la resistance.
"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand."
"You'll be a hard act to follow, a bitter pill to swallow, you'll be tough, oh you're tough to replace"
"People say she's crazy, she's got diamonds on the soles of her shoes. Well, I guess that's one way to lose these walking blues: diamonds on the soles of her shoes"
She laid me out on the laundromat floor, said "you'll be not nealy who you are anymore, and I'll always be here to remind you what time is for."