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I have nothing to fear but my lack of genius
Ahhh such pretty ladies, even if one of them only has half a face. I took this in Berlin a few years back but when I stumbled upon it today I thought that it should be shared - so here it is. Please to enjoy.
Its Saturday night and I am watching Glastonbury from the comfort of the sofa sipping a cup of tea (decaf) Don’t tell me that I don’t know how to live!

Ahhh such pretty ladies, even if one of them only has half a face. I took this in Berlin a few years back but when I stumbled upon it today I thought that it should be shared - so here it is. Please to enjoy.

Its Saturday night and I am watching Glastonbury from the comfort of the sofa sipping a cup of tea (decaf) Don’t tell me that I don’t know how to live!

Cello playing giant bees and other animals

On Friday I had the day off work (whoop) and so treated myself to a bit of fantasy in the shape of the Tim Walker exhibition at Somerset House. I was a little perturbed on route to discover that it wasn’t just the fantastic photography that would be on display but also a number of the props including a 20 foot ringleted sinister doll. For a normal person this might be a stretch but with my phobia of all things that look human and aren’t this was going to be a challenge for me. Luckily my good chum Busy Girl was on hand to administer smelling salts or CRP if necessary…

Take a look at the evidence

However, far from being a fright the exhibition was amazing, the photography was dreamlike, nightmarish and spectacular in equal measures. I highly recommend a visit

I definitely saw the dolls eye move though…

Kusamarama

Lately I have been walking a lot (a lot more than I have been blogging it seems) My walks have been delightful and have been taking me down through Bond Street. I just need to make it clear here that, I am, actually walking from my place of work to Victoria and not just trying to spin shopping trips as walks so as to purge myself of guild related to lack of genuine exercise and an over flexing of my purchase muscles… 

Anyway whilst walking down bond street I was stopped in my tracks outside Louis Vuitton. It’s not that unusual that a shop can stop me dead in my tracks but what I was looking at was a little more unusual for a shop window in the eye catching stakes. See for yourself, a bonafide art installation which is a collaboration between Marc Jacobs for LV and the Japanese artist Kusama. See the amazing flowers that look like eyes, that’s if you are looking at eyes through a kaleidoscope, Kusama herself captured for posterity as an uncannily lifelike model (difficult picture to take for a woman who has a morbid fear of waxwork dummies) and the mini Kusama’s which would look good on my book shelves

 

as if all this wasn’t enough, I learned today, courtesy of Grazia, that the collaboration extends itself far further than just the window displays, as of they weren’t enough. There are scarves, bags, shoes, dresses and trench coats…oh my… scarves, bags, shoes, dresses and trench coats oh my. I particularly LOVE the bags and have started to think of them in the most lustful ways, pondering what I would have to give up (food) or sell (kidney?) to make one of them mine. It’s the green waves pattern that I have my eye on, I can’t find a picture of the bag but here is a wallet in the same pattern. What do you think?

Good old Selfridges will be hosting the full collection  in their wonder rooms… Wonderful. Taxi, Selfridges please…

Smile or you will crack the camera…

…and other things my mother used to say to me… ”If the wind changes your face will set like that”. Lets hope that there is no wind today then because sometimes old adages can actually come true. A short time after taking this photo the camera that it was taken with has mysteriously broken!!

Believe it or not I am very happy today but my face would tell you another very different  story. I look more than mildly disgruntled, It’s like my (fictional) dog ate my (fictional) budgie, sicked it back up popped it in the microwave and served it to me with a side of beetroot a sprinkling of parsley and a gun to my head. The intense frown line is also not helping matters, you could park a bike in it.

I am on a train to Manchester going to see the Stone Roses and this is why I am happy and not mourning the loss of a fictional bird that I was forced to eat by a fictional dog - enough of that. I intend to turn back the clock to 1989 this weekend which means that I will have a more sunny and optimistic disposition than I have now and will still feel like the whorl is my oyster rather than my jellyfish, I will have a terrible perm (WHY didn’t anyone tell me) high waisted jeans, DM boots and better skin… perhaps 1989 wasn’t all bad

This one is no less sinister

This one is no less sinister

I don’t know what this is but I am terrified of it

I don’t know what this is but I am terrified of it

Nice hair, shame about the photographer.

Nice hair, shame about the photographer.

Queenies Jubilee

I have just watched two programs on the queen,fancy that. She is all over the box at the moment as it’s her big party this weekend and we (the peoples) have all got an invite, whoop, I love a party or two. It’s really nice to see her children and grandchildren talk about her so warmly and fondly, this is a side of the queen that we don’t get to hear about as much.

What I most appreciated however was the spectacular display of jewels she wore at official functions over the years. For I am a person who very much enjoys a jewel or two, although mine are hardly a match for queens. Perhaps she might like to do swaps? I will tweet her.

My contribution to the jubilee, aside from eating cakes decorated in red, white and blue, which I fully intend to do this weekend, are the following photo’s. Said photo’s have both featured on this blog before but a girls only got so many pictures of the queen.

The nation seems ready to party and London is bedecked splendidly with union jack bunting, so let the celebrations commence. Cheers your Madge

this woman’s father put his hand inside a dead squirrel & pretended that it was a glove puppet

I recently discovered The Blogess  (Jenny Lawson) through her snort out loud funny book: Let’s Pretend This Never Happened. If you have the time and the inclination I highly recommend that you read it. Warning: do not read if you are on the tube, not wearing tenaladies, are a vegetarian, have general issues with taxidermy, are easily offended or have a weak heart. If none of the above applies - what are you waiting for - go and buy it!

On a beautiful sunny day like today i’d be inclined to agree

On a beautiful sunny day like today i’d be inclined to agree