So this week…
I made 6 litres of fake blood in a huge bucket on a stairwell… threw it all over 2 wedding dresses and some shirts.
Bought 12 pairs of womans pants, 9 of mens and 10 pairs of mens socks.
I bought alot of shoes… and took a little less back…
Spent nearly £200 in primark
Built a igloo
Worked with the National Theatre of Scotland
Met an AMAZING costumer and a fabulous designer.
Networked like CRAZY.
Got another costume job…
Worked in the second oldest paint frame in the UK
Made some edwardian costume…then destroyed it…
Spent time in a mens toilet with more woman than men.
worked with a member of “jls”
Wrecked a beautiful new look jumper… its ok it wouldn’t have fitted either of us.
Dont have time to tell you any more.
All the week of a costumer.
Top: Caroline Trentini, Daphne Groeneveld, Coco Rocha, Karen Elson, Abbey Lee Kershaw, Guinevere Van Seenus, Liya Kebede, Daria Strokous, Joan Smalls in selections from Prada Collections Spanning Spring 1996 to Fall 2011, photographed by Steven Meisel for Vogue, May 2012
Bottom: Cecil Beaton’s costumes for La Traviata at the New York Metropolitan Opera House photographed by Beaton in 1966
Talked me off a ledge again. Boy you’ll be the death of me. Your my James dean. You make me feel like I’m 17.You drive to fast, smoke to much but that don’t mean a thing cos in addicted to the rush.
…But the sound of your voice
You cut out all the noise
And now that I can see
My stakes so clearly now
I’d kill if I could take you back
But how, but how?
I stopped loving you, I don’t know what you did or what you didn’t do. I just stopped loving you.
I made the decision that I was going to move on. I didn’t happen automatically I had to rise up and say, I don’t care how hard this is, I don’t care how disappointed I am, I’m not going to let this get the best of me. I’m moving on with my life.
Keeping baggage from before wont leave any room for the new things in my future. You can’t change whats already happened can you? So why waste your time thinking about it? Move on, let go and get over it. I
f your trying to make me jealous of you and him, you must be forgetting that I didn’t want him anymore. Its time to change my story now, I’m tierd of repeating the same thing,done, I’m over with it and with you.
The most important thing is… the other one… the one after him… its still the same, this still is ALL true….
so he is really pretty hot…
his hair is mesmerising…
he is just the right amount of mysterious…
he has a pretty cool job…
he recycles…
he has this music taste that is obscure..but not too obscure…
he wears this really cool jacket..
he knows what is in this months vogue…not because he reads it.. but because he actually listened when i went ON AND ON about this months.
he knows just as much about star wars as i do…
hes a vegan…
he rides a fold up bike…
he woke me up in the middle of the night to play me an Arthur Russell song on the violin…and since then he’s woken me to play the cardigans on keyboard and several other beauts…
he has just the right amount of stubble that tickles my neck but doesn’t scratch it.
Its amazing, I can actually sleep when i’m with him. Sleep as in RIGHT THROUGH. For HOURS. I can’t do that anywhere else.
His eyes are like these never ending pools of mystery. I could talk to him for DAYS and never run out of things to talk about. So why do I not just get on with it? Why do i feel the need to push it away? What is the deal? What is the problem? Why do I keep doing this? OH WELL.
I need to do something… but what?
Exhausted even with the THOUGHT of all this.

Fuck yes.
Mary Katrantzou Fall 2012, February 21st



love these!
Regina Feoktistova in “La Femme Provocateur” photographed by Kevin Sinclair an styled by Alex van der Steen for Elle Mexico October 2011.