Lea and Matt are a wonderful couple. 

The photographs I take with my Diana have turned into physical representations of the way memories solidify in my head. They capture the essence of a moment or time or day rather than reflect the exact scene. Memories are hazy, lacking precision of recollection and tainted by the way we choose to remember emotions and events. I like that I have no control over the way images refract through the plastic being of my Diana because I have no real conscious control over the way memories refract through the filters of my eyes and mind and sub-conscious self.

These pictures were taken towards the end of last year as we cooled off at the Rhodes University pool one particularly hot afternoon. I adore the way the grass is that dark, broody green and the skin tone is this warm, indelible orangey red that seems to reflect the vitality of the people I call my friends. 

You can’t see faces. But I don’t think you need to in order to appreciate these moments. 

White Lies

Hey Kids!

I’m back in Grahamstown after one week in Cape Town for my mid year vacation.

It was actually really difficult for me to leave my room back home this time around. Its become this wonderful, all-white space of perfect bliss for me. My mom refurbished her late father’s old wooden tool chest and put it in my room. It goes so well with the rest of my fittings. I decided to put some crystals down on the lid and I love the energy they bring to the space. 

We also got white sheets for my bed and can I just tell you that waking up in white sheets has to be THE best feeling ever. I also chanced across this adorable whale throw cushion. I slept with it next to me every night! I’m obsessed. Here are some pictures to give you a feel. 

 

Also, the tree outside our house is looking lovely and full of life. which makes me happy. 

I found this great designer, Sissi Goetze, whose s/s 14 collection is to die for! Look out for that post coming soon. 

Love and Light

Cullan 

Hey Kids!

I just had to share this great song with you! Its ILYSB (i love you so bad) by LANYPaul Klein's band. Here's his face:

This guy though. I love the vocals on this track and the band’s latest release, ACRONYMS is such a promise of great tunes to come. Check out the soundcloud like..NOW! I’m so into low-fi, synthey sounds that you can just CHILLLLLL to this winter (which is really like summer here in SA) and LANY totally delivers that. Can we totally just fast-forward to the debut album and tour. I’m about that life. 

I just know you’ll love this track. Be about it!

Pendavis is Burning

Shake the dice and steal the rice! Kim Pendavis is my absolute favourite subject from Paris is Burning. He and his protégée, Freddie, looked so great every time I saw them.

Kim is totally my idol for making all of his clothes. The tank top and head wrap are so great! and Freddie’s blue ensemble makes me so happy.

Watching Kim sew reminded me how much I want to learn to craft my own clothing. I think being able to alter and create your own clothes is such a liberating skill to have. You don’t have to rely on commercially-minded corporations to provide what they deem fashionable. You get to create what you want when you want to. I like that idea. 

Anyway, I just wanted to share this little morsel of fashion with you. 

Love and Light. 

Cullan

Bohemia

Hello Friends. 

I went to a greek themed food party tonight with my good friends from the drama department. It was the perfect excuse to indulge my craving for an earthy, brown, wonderful flower/grass/twig crown.

I used an adjustable rope necklace as the base and added some stalks of wild grass, a twig or two and some golden shower from my warden’s garden. Here it is:

I really love it. I’ve been so drawn to nature and natural living lately. I think its something that was partly awoken by AfrikaBurn and the people I encountered there. Its always been something that’s interested me – the bohemian life – but only recently has it started becoming more and more prominent. Here are some things that inspire me:

Hanging off the side of a train somewhere in the world.

Parking a camper van next to the ocean for the night. 

Hanging out of a window on the open road.

I don’t have credits for any of these but if you know who they belong to, please let me know. 

Tell me about what’s inspiring you right now?

Love and Light. 

Cullan x

One on One

I’m sorry things have been a little weird around here lately. And by weird I mean sporadic and a little (okay a lot) unsatisfying. 

I’m reassessing my plans for the blog. Don’t kid your sweet self into thinking that I’m not going to be blogging about fashion anymore. Oh god, honey, no. What kind of a blogger do you think I am? (Mean Girls reference. If you didn’t get it, leave now.) All I’m saying is I’m thinking about diversifying and while I think, things have been a bit lame. 

You’ll notice that the appearance of the Island has changed. Thats okay, just a little bit of surgery. Think Lana del Rey’s nose job…we’re definitely not going all Janice Dickinson on you. I’m learning to code and hopefully I’ll finally be able to give this puppy the look I’ve always wanted it to have in the not-too-distant future. 

Please bear with me while I go through this little transitory wobble. 

I’m not signing off. I’m just saying that streamlining my effort will take some time and that during that time things will remain weird. 

Okay? Okay. 

Byeeeeee

as above so below

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I guess, I don’t really have a lot to say about this outfit. The jeans are thrifted, the vest is old Cotton On and the cap and jacket are new Cotton On. The sandals you know well and the necklace used to be a rosary but I cut the cross off of it. We’ll call it teen angst. 

I really like the silhouette the pants make. They sort-of round my legs in a weird way that I like. I don’t even know how to explain. It makes sense in my head. 

As you can tell I’m not really succeeding at language today. Oops. 

I think I’ll leave it there. Pray for me. 

Black

I did it. I went black. 

Maybe now they’ll make a TV series about badass teenage boys with magical powers who dress in super chic black all the time. I volunteer as tribute for the role of lead!

Its kind of (read REALLY FRIGGEN) sad that there aren’t any shows with sassy, young guys in roles that are powerful outside of brute strength and…like… six packs. Is it too much to ask for an intelligent, emotional, slightly misunderstood and angst yet still totally independent and easy cool in a refined sort of way young guy to be shown on TV? Am I reaching for the stars here? No. I don’t think so. 

Anyway, winter is totally setting in here in Grahamstown so I layered the shit out of this puppy:

My friend told me I look good from the back. Is that even a thing?

Either way, tights ARE a thing and I really don’t like it when people call them meggings. Like, can’t a guy wear something without having to change its name to sound more “manly”? That totally implies that leggings are just for women and why do women get to have all the fun? Sometimes I want to show off my legs in skin tight spandex too. 

Tight spandex aside, I’m back at varsity and getting right back into it. I’m back at yoga after an extended hiatus (which came pretty soon after starting so basically I’m only really starting now) while I rehearsed for the show I was in and am working on a healthier diet. Not in a checking-the-amount-of-calories-and-cutting-all-sugar-and-fat-and-whatever-out-of-my-diet kind of way. I totally just ate a pizza right now but the point is not to be extremist about supposed health. To me, health is moderation and consideration. So I’m eating fast food and junk food a little less than before and trying to consider healthier options. But in no way am I being absolute. Like, you won’t see me eating just salad in an effort to be healthy. That’s not what its about. What you will see is more water, more yoga and more fresh food. And then maybe a pizza with double cheese on a Sunday. 

I guess health is a bit of a weird issue for guys. I don’t know. Before, the only time I thought of anything health related was when I considered going to the gym to try and get myself a six pack. And I think that a lot of guys my age and younger think that the only sort of physical/health related thing they should aspire to is being muscular or good at team sports in school. But why? I have never been either of those things and for a long time that bothered me. But like I’ve said before, I think that when you aspire to those things it often comes from a  place of wanting to be accepted/respected/thought well of by others as opposed to a place of self-respect or self-motivation. I’ve found that my desire to be healthy is a far better motivation to exercise and eat right than the desire to have a certain type of body ever was. And I just think thats an important idea to share. 

I don’t know how we got to health issues from my new outfit but okay. 

Lets stare at Matt Healy who I totally adore these days. 

Imagine Matt Healy as a character in that TV show I mentioned/fantasized about earlier. Yeah, he’d totally fit the criteria for a sassy male witch. YES!

Things are getting weird so I’m going to leave now. 

bye. 

It’s been a while. Here’s what’s been happening since we last spoke. 

We closed the show last night. It was a really great experience for me as an actor. Every production I perform in makes me love the craft more and more and I feel weirdly affirmed knowing that I could one day turn performance into a career. I even got one of those vanity mirrors in my dressing room. It was the best!

I finally finished watching American Horrror Story: Coven . I think a part of me wanted to drag out the experience for as long as possible because I couldn’t get enough of their outfits. Never before have witches been so stylish. My favourite looks are Zoe’s dungarees and Fiona’s turbaned-and-ready-for-death do. This is what I did:

I’m really into this whole turban thing right now. It’s so handy for when my hair gets crazy (which is a lot of the time these days) and it makes me feel like every classic hollywood actress ever…albeit when they’re old. I mean, I’m talking Jane Fonda here. Chiiiiiiiic. 

I’m excited to get back to Cape Town next weekend. I have a bunch of things I’m hoping to get done while I’m there and more likely than not, they’ll find their way onto here soon enough. 

Okay. I like your faces. I’ll be back soon. 

Byeeeeeeeee

Music and Stuff

Hello!

I’ve just got to tell you before I forget, that I got cast in the drama department’s term production. I’m pretty stoked to be working with a bunch of the honours students and a third year student. Also, our director, Liz Mills is from Cape Town and has such a great vision and style. I’m so excited to perform the final product. My character is the creepiest. Basically he’s a 60 year old scriptwriter with a tendency to watch people during their “intimate moments”. I’m having so much fun exploring his pervy side. Plus, his costume is totally banging. We did a publicity photo shoot yesterday and maybe when the pictures are ready I can put them up on here. 

To give you an idea though, take a look at these pictures of Harold from a movie I recently watched called Harold & Maude. He’s basically the epitome of teen angst and keeps staging elaborate suicides. His exasperated mother just rolls her eyes and suggests he gets married. Then he meets an old lady, Maude, who likes to crash funerals. Right?

Harold is in fact a much nicer (and younger) person than my character but the way he dresses makes me think of my character, Clifford. Watch the movie. Its a total gem.  

Anyway, in the last 24 hours I’ve stumbled on a bunch of musical stuff that you should TOTALLY see. So here:

This is Thomas Edison Warmsley and James Edward Bagshaw of the band, Temples. Their new album, Sun Structures, is slowly changing my life.  

There are several things we need to talk about here, like that Ankh necklace and the fact that James’ hair knows no gravity. Also, these boys look like the kind of guys who would totally take you under their wing and teach you everything you need to know about like disco and stuff. Which is weird because their sound makes me think on the Beatles.

Also,the sequined/shiny/need-in-my-life shirt James has on. Yeah, lets talk about Glitter and stuff for a sec: I think shiny stuff should really be a lot more prominent in menswear. Like these pants: 

They’re from a Vogue Hommes International s/s 2011 editorial called “Le Cri” photographed by Willy Vanderperre featuring model Jonathan Marquez. In fact, its the same Vogue you saw in my post about my room. 

Also, rainbow glitter is a cool thing which I like and am therefore putting here. 

Then there’s this band, called Men, who make cool stuff and have a TOTAL babe of a lead singer in JD Samson. Besides looking like a really hunky Frida Kahlo (especially in the illustration below) JD has this weirdly iconic bad boy look. Think Francois from Youth in Revolt. Okay now look. 

I see a lot of Frida in here. This is an illustration by Jory Dayne. His work is so great. Look

Here’s JD with MEN. 

Again. 

Yeah, I mean. There’s not much more I can say. 

Also, take a look at this music video for their song, Make Him Pay, which is a wonderful trip mix up of sex-ed and self defense and beach massage. There’s LITERALLY nothing more you could want from a music video. 

Then there’s Bertie Gilbert, who you might know from Youtube, and his really great, Wes Anderson-like short films. Take a look at these screenshots which I love. 

They’re from his little video called, We’re So Lucky. You should definitely go see it and his two short films. I’m a big fan of his. I like Bertie’s all black everything look in the first and second shots and the way he distorted the colors in the film. 

So yeah, thats about it for just now. I like your face. 

kaythanksbye

you make fashion make sense

@growingirons

Thank you so much for saying that. All I want to do really is offer an alternative perspective on menswear and how men think about fashion. 

Back to Grinding (work, that is)

Maybe you know, maybe you don’t but either way I’m back at uni in Grahamstown. Back at uni means unlimited interwebs again and that means I’ve been kind of sort of majorly distracted. But, I mean, I can say with a really straight face that I’ve actually been quite productive in spite of myself. I attribute that productivity to my recent acquisition of a daily planner. Life lesson: daily planners will change you. I used to tell myself that oh sure I’ll remember all the readings my lecturer mentions and of course I’ll remember that I need to go buy water before my tutorial. Needless to say, I was wrong. I lost control, so I bought a daily planner. Its a Moleskine. Star Wars edition. Yoda is on the front. Yes. 

I signed up for yoga. I’m really enjoying it even though it is exercise (I know right?) and I think the key to that enjoyment of exercise comes from the fact that this time, I’m doing it because I want to be healthy and not because I want my body to look a certain way or to have people approve of me somehow. I’m learning that, in all aspects of life, it is always best to do something because it is what you feel is right for you and it will essentially make you happy. I believe quite strongly that no-one will be satisfied with you until you are satisfied with yourself. And even then some people are pretty messed up and will never be satisfied with anything anyway which is why I say never mind them and just DO IT FOR YOU. 

I think its equally important to apply that principle to the way you dress. For me, the clothes I put on my back are an extension of who I am. If I deny myself the pleasure of wearing what represents the way I feel about myself on a particular day, then I am denying myself.

I guess all of the above really comes down to TRUST. Trusting yourself and your instincts, trusting that you know what is right for you. Trusting that even though what you feel is right for you might not be what people expect of you, you should still go ahead with it. For instance, the pants above. Men aren’t supposed to accentuate their waists, their bums, their hips. But when I have pants tight up around my waist, I feel good. I feel empowered by a silhouette that is now alien on the male body. So I wear it, even though men are supposed to wear their pants on their hips. And it feels good. 

Going back to trust, its funny because when I found these shorts in a hospice shop, I wasn’t sure if they would fit me. There wasn’t anywhere to try them on but I wanted them so badly (some of you might recall my desperate search for anything high-waisted). I was with Jess and we had been talking all morning about trust. So I took them and said: trust. When I got home, they fit perfectly. 

Anyway, let me not get carried away. Here are some other things that I think are cool and that you should see:

Surfers are cool. Also, beaches are best when they’re cloudy. 

I’m told this is Dior Homme. Also, hats are a thing. 

This is apparently an ad for Montgomery Ward menswear from 1943. The outfit on the left kills me. Long legs, short torso. YES.

Also, I may or may not be posting too many mirror selfies on instagram or Facebook but after a conversation with a friend, I have come to the realization that you HAVE to document those days when you look exactly the way you wish you did 100% of the time. So don’t think of it as a selfie. Think of it as a immortalization of the moment the appearance cosmos converged in your favour. Here, let us celebrate:

I still adore my Sorbonne shirt. Also, I bought a new pair of the same pair of pants. The old ones started to tear but I loved them so I bought new ones. 

My hair is still getting longer. My looking-down-with-incidental-pout pose is also getting stronger. 

There’s this one as well which I think is kind of cool because it shows the sort of stuff I keep with me and that’s pretty telling. 

Okay. So, I mean, basically what I want you to get out of this is to learn to care a little less. Do what you need and what is good for you and celebrate when you look good. And even when you don’t. 

Kaythanksbye. 

the problem with menswear

Last year I read a post by a fellow South African menswear blogger, Marco Riekstins. It was written in 2011 and most everything he says in the post is still painfully relevant. For that reason, I decided to write my own piece. I think it is important to continue this discussion until we, as an industry, start to really tackle the issue. Here it is. 

The Stagnation of the South African Menswear Industry

I was never fashionable. On my first trip to London in 2006 I wore cargo pants and one-strap sandals. I remember a particularly yellow shirt with red flames on the sleeves, which I wore to Harrods. It’s not a memory I enjoy revisiting. Whenever we went shopping, my mother would urge me too look at jeans but for some reason I absolutely refused. I would NOT wear them. It wasn’t as if I was trying and failing to be fashionable, I simply had no awareness of clothing or any interest in having such awareness. The turning point came in 2007 – my final year of primary school – when finally, out of sheer determination to have my mother stop pestering me about wearing jeans, I tried a pair of denims on. I don’t remember where they were from but rest assured they were nothing fancy. I do remember that they were a light blue wash, straight leg, low rise and that I felt amazing. Then I bought a pair of Vans and a knit hoodie and the reaction I got to my new look at school the next day was the beginning of the love affair I’ve had with fashion for the past six years – a love affair that has recently been marred by the stagnation of the menswear industry in South Africa. 

There is a common misconception that South African men have no interest in fashion. I too labored under this impression for some time until I began to become more interested in the workings of the fashion industry. Since then, I have come to learn that – with the exception of some of our more conservative members of the male population – the vast majority of South African men are in fact far more aware of the clothes they put on their back than we give them credit for. Granted, an interest in fashion does not guarantee successful execution thereof but that isn’t necessarily their fault. Nor is it necessarily a fault at all. Some people just aren’t inclined to dress for anything other than comfort and practicality and that is their prerogative. However, those men who do wish to dress for more aesthetic purposes are being let down by an industry that does not present, foster or encourage creativity in the way men dress.  

So where and how did this stagnation begin? Why is it being perpetuated? I’ve asked myself these questions for the better part of five years and I still cannot come up with a definitive answer. To be honest, I believe it’s a bit of a chicken vs the egg problem. But if I must draw a starting point, let me express my theory in this way:

1. First, it is widely assumed men will not wear anything other than boardshorts and plakkies on the weekend and some chinos and a shirt to work… 

2.  So media houses stick to conservative, unimaginative and safe fashion features so as not to scare off their supposedly conservative male audiences…

3. Men see these editorials and believe conservatism is the only acceptable approach to fashion…

4. Therefore men only buy certain clothes (hello perpetuation of point 1).

5. As per common business sense, retail buyers only bring in more of the merchandise which sells…

6. which forces designers to only create certain types of merchandise if they want to make any sort of retail impact…

7. which in turn means media houses have no alternative to conservative fashion – even if they DID want to feature anything other than suits and preppy chic in their editorials. 

Hey presto! Your menswear industry is stuck in a self-perpetuating cycle of conformity with a tragic lack of innovation.

In a recent conversation with a jewelry-designer friend of mine, she made the assertion that “whoever controls the media controls the minds.” We need only look towards magazines like American Vogue to see that this is true. Editor-in-Chief, Anna Wintour, is regarded as the most powerful figure in American fashion for the simple reason that she controls every facet of Vogue magazine. The clothes featured in Vogue sell. The designers backed by Vogue make it big. The people profiled in Vogue are seen as beacons of style. Too often I hear the following: “oh that’s just because its Vogue magazine.” Sure, but what is Vogue magazine without its editors, stylists, photographers and writers? The legendary status of Vogue was created by the vision of the people who work for it. Their ideas about what fashion is and how it should be presented to consumers created the icon it is today. I like to think that local industry professionals are as passionate about what they do as their international counterparts but if they are, their work is not reflecting that passion.  My question is why there isn’t a counterpart to Vogue in menswear? Not even the menswear editions of Vogue share the status of their sisters. More pertinently still, is why there is no such media powerhouse in the South African menswear industry?

GQ South Africa is perhaps the only publication worth mentioning in a piece dedicated to the discussion of local menswear. Being the only magazine that runs regular fashion editorials, it houses the single most prominent masthead in local menswear - a position fortified by the recent launch of its semi-annual GQ Style. The problem is that the magazine only caters towards men of a certain age and income bracket and with more traditional menswear sensibilities. But whatever happened to the rest of the male population? What about the youth? What about boys on budgets? What about men who want clothes more avant-garde than silver suits and preppy chic? I respect what GQ does but it is not all-encompassing of the many possibilities for menswear. No magazine could be. Which is why men’s fashion media needs to be democratized. If true innovation and creativity is to be fostered, we need a varied media. 

But even a varied media would mean nothing without clothes to suit those variations. We have a multitude of talented designers in this country but as Marco Riekstins pointed out, none of them want to work in menswear. And who can blame them? There is no support for the avant-garde in our industry. The one or two collections which do exhibit a modicum of innovation lack craftsmanship and are not presented in a way that is appealing to consumers. 

 Elle magazine has taken a vested interest in supporting local talent through their several Rising Star initiatives, which is great for womenswear but then again this piece isn’t about womenswear, is it? Where is the support for talent which will filter into the menswear industry? Why has the men’s media not taken the same initiative as Elle? It is the imperative of those with the platform and resources to do so, to start developing structures which will grow the sort of talent and expertise which will represent the future of South African menswear. This is necessary NOW. 

Instead of supporting the local designers we do have, more and more I have seen the media (including bloggers) trump up international brands to the point of superstardom. By fan-girling to death over Topman, Zara and (soon) River Island, we crush the status of local menswear brands. Instead of tweeting our excitement about H&M possibly landing here, why don’t we tweet about Stiaan Louw? What people fail to realize is that by allowing international brands like those mentioned to sink their teeth into our market, we destroy any chance of building the local fashion economy. Young designers don’t have the resources to compete with multinational corporations who produce their goods for cheap (another problem entirely) and mark them up by a couple of hundred percentage points. Anyone who has seen those brands’ stores in their native countries will know that the goods they send us are from the back-end of the season and of sub-par quality. Which means we get force fed low-quality goods at a price parading as “affordable for an international brand”. Just because its from England doesn’t mean you should pay R600 for it when its only worth a fraction of that price. 

I love fashion. Moreover, I love men’s fashion. But my country isn’t inspiring me to love it more. I know that there is so much diversity in our population - so many possibilities. Unfortunately, very little of that diversity makes it into the light of mainstream consciousness – I find that to be a tragic failure. If we, as a national community of fashionable men, are to move forward from this dormancy there is a lot that must change. If I might be so bold as to summarize our industry’s problem in one word, it would be: lazy. We are lazy to truly push the envelope because let’s face it, it is far easier to just stick to the status quo and hope that somewhere along the line things will get interesting. I know, because I am guilty of the very same laziness. I decided to write this piece because I hope that those who see it will be inspired to do better just as I was recently inspired to do better myself. So here’s what I propose: 

Let’s start focussing on real forward-thinking ideas. Let’s feature local designers in our fashion editorials. Let’s praise men who are truly pushing the boundaries of what we accept as menswear and give them a greater platform. Let’s show men that there’s more to a wardrobe than beachwear and workwear and that suits with crazy patterns or brogues with neon soles aren’t the only way to push the envelope. Let’s stop stagnating and start creating an industry we can be proud of. Let’s go.

Stuff and Stuff and That

Goodness Gracious how things get on. 

Varsity vacations are JUST GREAT. Plain and simple they’re long and who doesn’t want a long-ass sabbatical from doing that responsible semi-adult stuff involved in getting a degree. Am I right?

So I guess these pictures are sort of a representation of the long-assness preceding today. Its really diverse too because some of it is from my phone, some is from a friend’s phone, some is film and some is not. So yes. Here…

Maman tried to take a photo but her lack of focussing skills and my lack of film-loading skills had other plans for this image. I still like it though. Film can sort of do no wrong in my books. Its old enough to be my grandfather too, so…there’s that. 

New Years Eve was also a thing, which it hasn’t been for the past couple of years. Its re-emergence onto the social scene involved a lot of public transport and me bending down for photos because somehow I managed to befriend the shortest people in high school. 

This was actually during term time when i got invited to an excuse to dress up like disney characters and make duck faces in the general direction of disposable cameras. That’s a rolling stones shirt under the plaid one. I was a rocknroll Mickey with a hair/ears bow because somehow chinese shops are averse to Mickey but totally alright with Minnie which I find completely unacceptable.

Caryn also did a thing for her 20th. I wore my dungarees and got basting sauce on my converse and Catharin failed to prove that her Samsung’s camera is in fact decent. So yes.

Dominique and I also went to the beach which was great except I drove and that was a bad idea because I drive like a granny and take several minutes to park. We also climbed the mountain to celebrate Lea’s 22nd birthday which was great in all respects. I feel as though I’ve done all my exercise for the next five years which is roughly the time since I climbed the mountain before this time. Anyway, the only way to document these days was to put my film slr on self-timer and RUN! I nearly fell flat on my face on the mountain but that’s alright because I didn’t. 

So I guess that’s sort of what’s been going on. Yes. 

This has been a queued post because internet is scarce. 

Goodbye

Welcome to my office/bedroom/chambers/would-be apartment

I think André Leon Talley would call it clinical. 

I prefer the term neo-chic struggling artist.

But that’s just nitpicking. 

I told you all I would post pictures of my decorating endeavors in the new room. Can we talk about the fact that I kept one of my blog promises. Awww yeah. It was a really great experience taking time to build a living space I’m comfortable in and proud of. Like I said before I think its really important to have a space which appeals to you. Especially as a young person/teenager/anyone actually. 

My bed is a mattress on the floor, and my desk is actually an old door which we cut up and also turned into the shelves. Its quite low so most of the time I sit on the floor or on a small ottoman which is fun. 

This is my photo wall. Its gotten quite big in the short amount of time it has existed. I spray-painted a cassette tape gold and stuck it on too. The picture next to the cassette is of my uncle who was TOTALLY styling when he was younger. Look:

right?

Charlie the mac got a face in June which was exciting until someone said it looked like Nicholas Cage. Then it got exciting again.  The pencil case was my great grandmother’s. Her name was Agnes. 

I have a thing for notebooks. I’ve gotten into the whole Moleskine thing. We also need to talk about how to pronounce that word because nobody seems to care for the fact that there is an e at the end of Moleskine and this post is about to get really rambly (as in its a ramble) because it is midnight. 

These are my magazines and a scrapbook of Albert Maysles’ photographs and cinema graphs. I stumbled on the book while searching for something on Frida Kahlo for Lea. I’d never heard of him before but after flicking through the book I found his stuff quite interesting. 

The Vogue Hommes is from a couple years back but it was my first and so it is my favourite. Plus, James Franco. 

My mom found a huge dictionary so she gave it to me, the English major son. It has some cool ish in it let me tell you. Those are my books. And then some newly acquired cassettes as well. Casettes are so much fun and far less mainstream non-mainstream than records so there. 

Okay. I’ve started talking about mainstream. I’m leaving. 

This has been a queued post because the internet is on strike. 

Goodbye. x