Thrifty As...

I own this mirror now. The story goes I've been scoping it for a long time in Habitat but it's been stuck on £80 (from 160 admittedly). Today the last one was in store. I shamelessly offered the man £30 for it. We did a deal at £32.

It's made out of perspex (my favourite thing - Tatty Devine eat your heart out) and tells the story of Jane Eyre. Can you spot Mr Rochester and the attic? Love, love.

Obviously Bank Holiday was a messy, messy affair. Photos to follow. Probably without explanation because I was so mangled I can't remember anything.

I want:

New glasses (on it - trying to decide between plastic or glass lenses. Plastic won't break when I fall over drunk but might scratch)

New tattoo (not on it - don't know where, have an idea of what)

A laundrette close by (I'm mildly obsessed at the moment, I do not know why)

A FREAKING HAIRCUT (So bad)

I have:

A shiny new Oral B by Braun 5000A electric toothbrush. It is the shit. Half price in Boots and I was sceptical at first but my dentist told me my sonic one is the shittest one on the market and when I could afford it I should get this one. Half price was a sign. And he was right. My old one was the shittest one on the market.

Kisses (clean, shiny, minty kisses)

Bumble & Bumble

Should I be worried that I bang on about my hair care of choice (Bumble & Bumble - Godlike - Fact) to such an extent that my mother rings from a different country to tell me it's half price over there and asking me what I want.

Let's Dance

I really, really, really want these shoes. But as they did not fit the 'High but comfortable (that is correct - they fit that) neutral (hmmm) Winter (hmmm ice?) shoe' I had to leave them behind. So sadface.

Maybe it's cos I'm (not) a Londoner

Alas I do not live in London (it would be nice if this could be remedied by early next year) but I may as well as I do commute through every day and do 80% of my socialising there. So this is pretty much what I moan about *every day* when I get to work:

http://londonist.com/2011/08/top-10-london-annoyances.php

How very strange...

...to watch a TV programme that brings you around the set so basically you know exactly what your boyfriend's workplace looks like without having actually ever been there. It's very strange. Fact.

[In other news the leopard print wedge that was meant to take me through AW11 has sold out in store and online. The only way forward is to dress like Bowie instead - pictures to follow]

Broken

Unless you don't have eyes I guess you can see that yesterday was a very messy affair culminating in climbing out of bed at midday only to return for a 2 hour power nap followed by eating enough chocolate and Chinese to sink a battle ship.

But what you can also see if you have eyes is how lucky I am to have the best and messiest messheads for friends (and boyfriend). And that's what counts.


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Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then

On the 27th July I made my way to Black Rat Gallery to see Brent Green's 'Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then'.

The event was hosted by Branchange Film Festival.

I had only heard of Brent from (oft mentioned of late) MarBelle and having checked out some animation I took him up on his offer of going to see a screening of Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then.

It's always lovely to go to screenings. It's also always lovely to get to meet the film maker. This time around Brent went on a little Shoreditch walkaround before entering the gallery to commence the screening.

Whilst I had expectations I wasn't ready for a full on band in the corner of the gallery. The projection started and the sound wasn't coming from the projector but from Brent sat in the corner. For over an hour he spoke whilst the band swelled with accompanying music.

The film is about a man who meets the love of his life and marries her. But, like life does, it throws a spanner in the works and she becomes terminally ill. He decides to heal her. To heal her is to build a house. The house will continue to be built until she gets better.

The film is heartbreaking and impressive in its breath and scale. The house itself was actually built in Trent's back yard and sprawls around the plot it rests on. To make cash Brent sells the props to galleries all around the world and then travels the world screening his film. (Any gallery owners reading wanting to bring him back to England? Any?)

Words can't describe how impressive it is that a film can be so amazing with such a small budget. But most importantly, when it finished and I told Brent how moved I had been by it he seemed genuinely shocked at my reaction and humbled by it. A person like that can't make a bad film. It's not in their genetic make up.