What becomes of the broken hearted? They buy shoes.

My new babies from asos. Every break-up results in shoes. At the rate I'm going it looks like I'm going to be purchasing a lot of fabulous shoes this summer.


terminally chill

Ohhhhhh...... it's beginning to feel a lot like summer! If anyone has extra change sitting around please buy me the suede cutwork shorts from the Kate Moss limited edition summer collection! Please and thank you! I also really like the cutwork vintage jacket minus the fact that I was dreaming about being in a wedding last night so I can't help but to think that it looks a bit "mother of the bride-ish".


almost famous

My ridiculously talented friend Omar took some photos of me last summer. The photos made it on the cover of "Underground Art School" magazine. Cool, huh?


your timeless beauty would be enhanced by a burka.

It's been over a year since I have attempted blogging and I'm assuming this round won't go much better than the first.

I've been thinking about getting a nose job for years now and I finally went for it. Its been a real experience. Mentally more than physically. Peoples opinions of you really start coming out of the woodwork when you finally decide to do something significant for yourself. Call me vain, call me egotistical, maybe even cynical; it's my fucking face and I'll do what I want to it.

"Hey, well you are you and if you ever learned anything from me, that should be it. Stay true to yourself and fuck everyone else. If you can't express something for the fear of being judged then those are not the people you should consider friends. Putting on a mask to fill a void will only cover it up for the time being, but it will never be sturdy ground." - a good friend I'll leave unnamed

So this blog is a toast to the reinvention of myself and my new nose, if you don't like it, close it, its just a web page.