Septums and Shoes and Shosh

It's Sunday night and I'm eating shredded wheat cereal which makes me sad because it tastes so boring and when I was at the supermarket earlier today I was still really full from lunch so I couldn't imagine what I would want to eat later and so I just got cereal for breakfast this week and I chose this one because it came with free flower seeds and NOW I'M REALLY UNHAPPY AND SHOULD HAVE FORESEEN HOW DISAPPOINTING THIS WOULD BE.

That was such a Shoshana sentence.

Anyways, this week I have been really considering getting my septum pierced, much to the dismay of every single person I have told this to. I went into two piercing places over the weekend and asked about prices and after care and things and am 80% decided in favour of it, except I have a perpetual sniffly cold and am worried about it getting really gunky and gross? Then I see photos like this and momentarily don't care if I'll have boogers hanging from a piece of metal attached to my nose:

Obvs this Givenchy look is what I'm hoping for. 

My cereal does not have that sweet milky after cereal taste. This is not a good end to the week.

Some good things did happen though! I bought new shoes, the moon was full and magical, I spent lots of time with my mum who was visiting from Manila and cooked me loads of yummy food.

Selena you should know better.

It occurred to me recently that I don't check fashion blogs at all anymore, which is something I would do almost daily in Melbourne and I think it's because there is so much diversity in real life style constantly in my view here in London. I have lived in many places but this is definitely the one I am learning the most from and appreciating the best in terms of clothes and noticing how people dress themselves. From the time I arrived here three months ago I can tell that I'm feeling much more liberated and happy to try different things. In Melbourne I felt like an absolute dick for wearing my plaid golf pants and if I ever did, they would have to go with a neat black top and simple shoes. It may be my own fault for allowing other people's perceptions of me to affect me like that but I feel much more comfortable wearing whatever I want to wear now and that is something which I'm really thankful for and has maybe even helped me to feel more confident over all. 

2013 you're fucking cute! 

Black, White and Dreamy All Over

I can't be bothered to get this photo off of my phone via cable or email and let's not pretend I'm not completely addicted to Instagram.

So, this is my new coat. A woman in Zara had tried her on and then left her hanging awkwardly and alone on a rack of tacky pink shirts, or something, the point is that she stuck out. What was I doing spending money I don't have... on a coat... in Spring? YOU TELL ME. It was probably the glass of rose I had had just earlier mixing with my lamb kebab lunch and the crazy amount of sunshine and beautiful rich people on Kings Road (Rosie from Made in Chelsea was in the store at the same time being all weird looking and boring) blinding me with their enormous diamond earrings. A combination of factors, if you will. 

BUT WHATEVER REALLY I DON'T CARE I HAVE WANTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR SO LONG AND NOW WE ARE BFFS AND LOOK FABULOUS AND 90's MINIMAL CHIC AND I WILL PROBABLY HATE MYSELF FOR ACTUALLY USING THAT PHRASE BUT FUCK IT MY COAT IS FANTASTIC. 

Also if anyone is yet to see (drunk and adorable) Diane Keaton being the greatest woman ever on Ellen (sober and also adorable) earlier this week please hoppeth to it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4y04zQaUFQ

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Getting things without trying them on is going to be disastrous 56% of the time. Both of these for £4 and my 1 Euro plaid jacket from Paris are the kinds of deals I will tell strangers about, even when they haven't asked... like, "sorry" I know we just reached for the same pack of grapes at the supermarket, and you really don't want my life story but if you could settle for 'why I'm happy about my closet' that would be great. 

I can't believe I used to take self-indulgent-self-timer photos of myself and the most cringey part is that I'd make sure it was really early in the morning or perfect evening time so that the sun was just right. 

That is actually a huge lie, outfits and make up are so much fun and the excitement of capturing it all and then editing that shit is the BEST PART. Omg airbrushing pimples is dreamy. Anyways, I can pretend I am just way too busy having a life these days to do that any more. And that is partially true... except my internship is ending in 3 weeks and I on the verge of a panic attack because I don't know what to do next and just :'( can I hire a fortune teller to hold my hand, stroke my hair and tell me what to do plz? 

GOOD MORNING

I am so happy to be waking up to sun and blue sky! I bought this poncho thing and this knotted fluffy cardigan thing yesterday from some old guy's suitcase which I am now slightly regretting because they smell like really sweet but mouldy pasta sauce. I washed them last night and am now hoping that the wind and sunshine will somehow cleanse them of their funky odour.

Time will tell.

If time does tell, and what it's saying is "Cam you have some permanently weird smelling clothes" I may have to respond, "whatever dude, London is beautiful and I can apologise to anyone who gets too close to me".

There are no rules about having to smell nice if you LOOK AWESOME AND PALE PINK AND TEXTURED/LIKE MRS. BRADY'S TABLECLOTH.

Am I right? I'm right

Sorry mum, you raised me better than this. 

OMG

Holy shit Susie Bubble just walked past where I'm sitting in the Vice office and this is SO not the kind of thing that would ever happen to me in Melbourne, or wherever else I have lived so I am totally NOT GOING TO ACT CASUAL OR COOL ABOUT IT. I definitely tried to take a photo of her. She definitely looked at me since it is like 7 pm and there aren't many people left in here. I definitely had my phone ready and waiting in anticipation of her leaving. I was definitely too amazed to even take note of what she was wearing. I THINK THERE WAS SOMETHING YELLOW AND PUFFY LIKE A VEST GOING ON? SPRING FORECAST PUFFER VESTS?!? OMG. LIFE. FUCKING. JUST. AGH.