There is a Little Place, a Place Called Space

Ok, first off - SHORT HAIR SHORT HAIR SHORT HAIR. Yes, I now have short(er) hair.

Second thing off, shop in brick lane with dresses and jumpers for a pound.

Third thing - Patti Smith.

I am bowled over by how baddass she is. Go listen to 'Horses' or 'Rock n' Roll Nigger' or 'Birdland'. Waaaah.

Maaaah. She's so awesome. Be my friend?

I dare you to find a more eclectic reading list than mine at the moment. Here, this is what I'm carrying around in my bag at the moment.

Yeah, you know I'm cool. Plus amazon sent me my new copy of Thus Spoke Zarathustra, which I lent to my mum's friend in AUGUST. She still hasn't returned it. Bitch. So now I have a new one, and fuck her.

HOW I LONG TO SAIL

SUMMER IS A COMING ...(I'm happy to skip spring.)
I'm already having sleepless night due to an upcoming trip to Paris with Lola.
After watching "An Education" on Friday night I can no longer contain my excitement.
So im making a post to vent ....




























FIRST OF ALL we will do all the touristy stuff and (of course) eat in the famous cafes.

And then climb to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and wander around the Louvre breathing education, after this we WILL inevitably meet some impeccably mannered, amazingly handsome French men and they will whisk us away on a French adventure.
We will lounge in cafes sipping coffee and nibbling croissants our skin glowing and looking divine dahling.... in, just one example, a white lacy cropped top, my dark forest green suede shorts (I will not look like a Von Tramp) with black heeled ankle shoe boots.
(I am a master of cobbles stones)
And dainty white ankle socks with an edging of lace. Hair shining in the sun, with oversized sunnies making you all the more mysterious.























Lunch by the Seine with a picnic and wine ...
...and by night to the retro clubs to dance the night away (with my imaginary dancing skills)

-Jen

Screw this.

I want to live in a teepee.

Extra points if the gods of the universe can somehow work out a way to make it look like this on the inside.

It's My Heart, Not Me, Who Cannot Drive

Okay, so, continuing the TIME MACHINE theme, I am having a tee-party in august. Which, since I have a time machine, is tomorrow. (TOMORROW I say! You hear me universe?) And I am inviting you.

No, not you, dear reader. Him. ^^^^^

And Him.

And him.

And her.

And them.

And her.

And him.

And him.

And them.

They can come too, if they promise not to stamp on the jelly tarts. Because let's face it, all in one wolf costumes kick serious ass. Ooooh I want one.

Let's face it, these guys win at awesome far more than I ever will.

And it will be on top of a very tall mountain in Japan that is so tall it sticks out of the clouds (I think they have those in Japan.) And we will sit on a huge patchwork quilt on top of the mountain and drink rooibos tea, and eat sticky gingerbread cake and falafel.

One Day We Will Die and Our Ashes Will Fly

Yesterday was a day, I think, to be treasured. The kind of day that if it was in a movie would not really be included because it wouldn't have any plot development so instead there'd be a sequence with a condensed version of the day set to a cheerful upbeat song that no one had ever heard of which would consequently spike in popularity as a result of the movie.

So basically went to Jen's house, spent a long time talking to Jen's little sister about Milly Molly Mandy and accompanying awesomeness while Jen practised her flute.

Then headed to Brick Lane, where I spend almost all of the ten quid I had to start with on a oversized denim jacket with a fleece lining, which is lovely, and then after that Jen bought a pair of dark green suede shorts (which are ridiculously Penny Lane from Almost Famous) and a nice blue jacket. And then I bought a crochet top.

And then while having a cigarette/bagel stop we conceived the idea of going to the National Portrait gallery and buying postcards of cool people like Oscar Wilde and Mick Jagger, so we hopped on the tube and headed over to Leicester square, went to the museum, bought said postcards, then got kicked out because it was closing.

And then we went to Trafalgar Square and sat on metal lions for ages as it got dark. And got shouted at by a drunk guy who thought he was the police and told us that we had to come down but haha cos he couldn't get to us because we were high up on a lion. And need I mention that I was wearing corduroy shorts, a crochet top, a denim and fleece jacket, my red doc martins and red lipstick throughout this? I feel so cool. For once in my sad pathetic life.

Ranty Ranty Rant

North London... Oh how easy it is to be sucked in to your bubble. With your plethora of girls who are just that little bit skinnier and richer than you, the history of cool bohemian writers and artists, and the crépe place on hampstead high street, you seem so innocent and enticing. But do not be fooled.

After nearly three years of living here I have come to the realization that all the girls at school, with their rich banker and lawyer parents and their fashionable clothes have nothing expected of them except to go to private school, have a short period of teenage rebelliousness during which they will drink a lot, experiment with drugs and talk about how they hate their parents, then get reasonably good marks at school, go off to university, drink some more, become a banker/lawyer, marry another banker/lawyer, and eventually settle down again in north london and squeeze out some kids... and the process repeats.

Fuck this.

EARTH TO JEN?

ciao; ive long neglected this blog feeling slightly unworthy to pen after the ohso intelligent lola (she diffinately SHOULDNT get used to these compliaments) but i have finally got the guts up (i read an inspireing book the heart is a lonely hunter by Carsen Mcullers for those interested)

however i really came to lament about the loss of a denim jacket , agreed it was on loan from a friend but i had to walk home in the pouring rain severly missing this thing and it wasnt even all that nice ...what i get attached to eh?

SO this weekends excursion to brickle will include a long-winded search for a new signature jacket for myself (along with the customary visit to yummys cafe for a falaffel)

ive also fallen in love with velvet velvet velvet

prime example see above^

under slight stress and could really do with a drink and a ciggie at the mo

the weekend is nigh though ...only one more day to go

those pictures lola posted of models and jhonny dep smoking were just so beutiful why WHY are all the good things bad for you?

im thinking about accuiring a 20s ciggerette holder , yknow the histerially cool long ones

also pictured above :)

time for tea (rooibos ocourse) so ill leave my pondering there

i will return with more interesting wonderings (hopefully...

~JENJENJEN