Blushing

So Vagabondiana has graced me with the Beautiful Blogger award. Although I think she may be slightly biased as she is my sister-in-law I was extremely flattered. Thanks Ellie. So as is the custom I shall divulge seven secrets and nominate seven of my own favourite recitals.

Secrets

1. I have quite a sizeable collection of art and graphics books that I use almost every day, however I have also been known to purchase pretty cookery books with no intention whatsoever of ever trying the recipes inside. My favourites by Tessa Kiros are so beautiful and full of inspiring images although as yet they remain nothing but cookery porn to me. This is because, despite having a German Grandma, I am a bad cook.


2. I am addicted to Bebaroque tights. This is partly because I never, ever get my bare legs out in public, ever. If it is stupendously hot, which it very rarely is, then I just stay inside instead. My favourites are the Barbarella in peach as they match my skin tone almost exactly making it look as though I have a massive tattoo up one leg.


3. I am currently writing a novel. It is for young adults and is all about that weird period of insanity that all teenagers seem to go through. It is singularly the most satisfying thing I have ever attempted.

4. I have been told that I'm a merry drunk.

5. Heaven is a campsite called Treen overlooking Porthcurno in Cornwall. When I am there I am truly happy and calm.


6. I spend all my hard earned cash on music, gig tickets, art books, tights and Topshop. Don't tell Mr. Lola.

7. In my dreams I have an all black cat called Lucille. She wears a red bow and gives me advice whenever I need it.

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Recitals

In no particular order I nominate:

See Emily Play
My Love For You is a Stampede of Horses
Do It, Joke
A Chameleon Called Che
Feminist Music Geek
Vintage Vivant
Friggen Awesome

Freja

This week I spent a rather unexpected night in hospital (suspected appendicitis that turned out to be kidney stones, ouch). Pumped up with morphine and hooked up to a drip I wasn't going anywhere which was very, very frustrating. For a visual junkie such as myself I found the general lack of anything to look at incredibly strange. One minute I had been waking up in my familiarly kaleidoscopic surroundings, the next I was in a world devoid of colour, texture and glamour. Thankfully I had a copy of the August Vogue in my bag which I read cover to cover in 70 minutes flat. It's amazing how an article about tanning, something that a vampire like me would usually find utterly boring, suddenly becomes so interesting when forced to choose between that and 'Take A Break' (the only reading material provided in the day room). I must have been bored because I even read the adverts at the back (personal fave: 'Saress: The Ultimate Beach Dress'!!!).

Anyway moving on to the actual point of this post; the deliciously androgynous coverstar of August's Vogue, Danish supermodel Freja Beha Erichsen. Like most folks interested in fashion, I have my favourite models; Karen, Lily, Lara and now Freja. It's weird because my best buddy Emma sent me the picture below about a year ago because she knew I'd appreciate the questionable gender of this beautiful girlboy, turns out it was Freja all along.


When she isn't in front of a lens Freja favours black leather, cigarettes, tattoos, guitars and looking grumpy. I know where you're coming from Freja, thanks for cheering up a gloomy day in A&E.