EVERYBODY HERE WANTS YOU

Wishlist:

Miss Daisy studded shorts:




Alexander Wang Kirsten Tote bag:



ASOS Alton ankle boots:

ASOS Lace up platform:

BlackMilk Skeleton Leggings:


StyleStalker Purple rain shirt:



StyleStalker Synth shirt:



Finders Keepers delilah dress:



One Teaspoon Sheer Valley Dress:



Pixie Market Lace frill shirt:

OH, MY LOVE.

Autumn/Winter wishlist:

Romwe khaki trench

Pixie Market white lace sheer shirt


Transvestite Uneven spike earrings


Matiko green snake stud loafer


Style Stalker Gin shirt


Friend of Mine Claw Boot - actually dying for these.

ShopHardCouture Isabella dress

GIVE IT UP

I like puppies.

I like having someone to share my bed with.

I like my morning cigarette.

I love to hate.

I cannot stand coloured tights. 

They're visually offensive over the age of 10. 

I never forget. 

My boy is better than yours. 

BAD BITCHES

This might seem like a random topic to write about on here but I figure that anyone who reads my blog I'd be comfortable enough discussing it with anyway. The blogs and tumblr's that I follow tend to be just pages and pages of bad ass photo's - mainly guns, cigarettes, stylish men and a lot of naked chicks. I completely appreciate the naked female form, but I can't help but make a comparison about one aspect; their breasts.
It's plainly obvious to me, as a female, the difference between real and fake breasts. I can 9 times out of 10 call it correctly. Now, I've never really had a problem with my own - one boyfriend once kindly told me that anything more than a handful was a waste, which always stuck in my head and made me feel more comfortable about my modest chest. However, I can't help but feel curious - maybe I could benefit from a bigger breast size?
I don't know - from an artistic perspective I prefer a minimal breast, though I also appreciate the ample bosom too. What's your opinion?
As strange as I find saying this; try look at just the tits, not how hot the girl is with them.

Minimal?

Large?

LOLLIPOP

Not sure where you're all at but I'm coming for you bbz. 

Especially this one.

Yum.

NATIVE

IS TROPICAL has released their new video for the song 'Lies'.
It's proper sexy.
Directed by Jonathan Leder

BUTTERFLIES

I actually really love this collaboration - I''m amazed they didn't work together sooner.
Here we have Damien Hirst and RANKIN with a collaborative exhibition at the Annroy gallery (Kentish Town) entitled 'Myths, Monsters and Legends'. If I'm honest I actually don't like Hirst one bit but these pictures seem to be doing it for me. It starts 21st October until November 11th. It's only down the road so I'm deffo going to check it out :)

SOMETIMES

LOVE

I have loved Oh Land for quite some time. Oh Land is Nanna Oland Fabricius, a Danish singer/songwriter and producer - she's also a complete hottie. In her new video for White Nights she goes through numerous dreamscapes looking like a total supermodel. With her hair done all 50's she reminds me sooo much of Grace Kelly.

PLEASE GIMMIE

Dear Eniko Mihalik,
Give me your hair. Give me your doe eyes. Give me your waistline. Give me your legs and the Miu Miu's that sit perfectly on the ends of them.

FRIENDS

I've recently been watching the new MTV program 'Awkward'. It's about this fifteen year old girl Jenna who is struggling with teenage life and love after an accident in her bathroom is misunderstood as a suicide attempt. It's sounds totally morbid but it's actually really easy to relate to. They show 15 year old sex as actual 15 year old sex; young and out of sync. Her narration is true to what most teen girls think about, whether it be with their friends or with a boy. The situations she finds herself in are, yes- very american, but the way she reacts to them are honest.
She writes this blog; Invisible Girl - of which has minimal followers, if any. I know that feeling. She is attached to this guy who may or may not be using her for sex yet refuses to acknowledge any human emotion toward her. I definitely know that feeling. I find myself empathising with the dramas Jenna is dealing with- however fucking lame that may be, I can't help that I'm a total ass who Cinderella's the shit out of everything. Which at times is fucking great, because being a hopeless romantic makes the people who love you try their hardest to make you happy. Or it's a heart wrenching, catastrophic nightmare full of disappointment and tears. I have bared witness to both.

Fuck. I saw Elle today and we went to the Tate Modern for a day of culture and burgers. Obvy can't skip the burgers. We had an epic catch-up, which most definitely always revolves around boys. One conversation we had was about how girls actually have no fucking clue what they want from boys. I said to Elle; "Fuck, I have had boyfriends who tell me they love me 10 times a day and I hated it. I have had boyfriends who tell me they love me once and then never say it again for whatever reason. And I hated it." and all Elle could tell me was that I'm a girl - I don't know what I want. Is it really quite so easy to phrase? Am I innately romantically confused? You'd think I'd be happy with whatever I'm given, be it one time or ten, but it's never that fucking simple.
I used to be so secretive about telling boys what I really felt. If I'm honest it's partly because that's what I thought guys liked. They love when they can't 'read' a girl. Oh, she is so special, she must be because I can't read her.When I got over that I hit my lets-be-totally-honest phase. Boys do not seem to like that. Apparently it's not fetching to wear your heart on your sleeve. And then express it vocally for hours.
It's crazy. I just thought about how easy it would be if I wore one of those electronic things on my shirt that you can program sentences into. It could say things like; 'Tell me my hair looks really nice today because I bothered to wash it' or 'Notice that I shaved my legs for you, please' or 'Now would be a great time for you to say I love you'. BUT - that's not fucking enough either because you don't want to have to tell them! Wahhhh. What the fuck man. I'm typing myself further into confusion.
I would give anything for a guy to come at me with a rant like this. Ahhh holy fuck I would roll around in that shit and cry with pure joy. I would record it and play it every fucking year on Christmas because I am Jewish and it would be make that day special for me too.

This photoshoot makes me want to make out. She oozes sex and has the most perfect breasts.
Barbara Fialho by Manuel Nogueira for Elle Brazil:

NEVER TOO MANY

Alright boys - looking for a bag? Take note; these men know exactly how to add style to something so necessary.

LUCKY DAY

My inspiration for my Autumn style:

Midi shirt dresses with Converse

Mid-thigh cream jacket

Boyfriend shirt dress

Comfortable tailoring

Statement jeans

Also, Swedish brand Monki was brought to Selfridges at the beginning of the month - I still haven't gone to check it out but I have formed a wishlist.