my neverending night: an ode to art

Between my many existential crises of the past month, I've reached an impasse in my life.

I started a new tumblr (I'm prone to doing this like every few months), and I was going to do fashion posts on there, but now it's more of a photography blog, and kind of an ode to my love of skies. I've been inspired by Nan Goldin's work, and it's kind of made me keen to get back into taking photos. I love the feeling of capturing moments, and my nostalgic/sentimental tendencies, apart from making me cry a lot, romanticise little moments a LOT. I think in pictures, and I want the physical proof for when memory later fails.

But I digress, I will continue doing fashion posts somewhere, because really, fashion was my first love, and an artistic outlet for me. I've decided I'm going to combine my love for clothes with my love of writing/reading/quotes and so that's a project I'm going to work on after my exams.

Also, I'm kind of in a I-have-nothing-to-wear-what-the-fuck-was-I-thinking-when-I-bought-this-animal-printed-harem-pant moment in my life, and have decided that from now on, I will only buy black, white, or vaguely-90s looking clothing items (read: I really want a tartan skirt and anything worn in clueless, bc you know, it's clueless). I need to buy some basics before going crazy (it's hard because I have all sorts of phases where I'm like yes, I wanna look like a mermaid on acid)

Yes, I have the best friends in the world.

Mmhmm the Windsor Smith Lilies :)

lol, with my sister sleeping in the background - this was from last week when our hot water system broke and I went for like 3 days without showering and a week without washing my hair. Ick.