Tuesday, 22 February 2011

red and yellow and pink and green...

In the past week or so, those sparse few days filled with sunshine (although still chilly) have put me in the most optimistic of moods. Thoroughly inspired by my current fashion and styling unit allowing me to take a more hands-on approach to work. Cutting and sticking once more! I am beyond excited for the lightness of spring and the idealism of summer. I’m hardly a sufferer of seasonal affective disorder, rather enjoying wrapping up warm, the fantasy of winter and being able to wear opaques over my surely radioactive-shade-of-pale pins, but there's no doubt everyone enjoys the dogs days of summer.

Thoroughly filled with anticipation for the upcoming seasons, I’m looking on the bright side and focusing my styling unit on the positive rainbow of colours engulfing the Highstreet. Wanting my six-photograph fashion story to be filled with kitsch girly cuteness (involving mostly garden associated props) with the bright colours of spring against a stark white background.

As a person, I embrace colour, I am drawn to bright things, Marrakech was a positive orgasm for the eyes, and more recently, wandering around the shops and spotting a luminous display of Crayola coloured tops and skirts in Zara was a treat for the peepers. In regards to my own wardrobe, I do tend to veer towards the more mundane, although my prized possession remains a sequinned jacket I discovered in a vintage shop in Paris (Ooh la la) which looks as if Lady GaGa has been sick all over, the mix of bright colours making it a true masterpiece.

You see, with my rather red head, I tend to steer clear of bright colours in case the clash equals trash, but recently, I’ve been thinking, 'fuck it' quite frankly. And to be honest, although loving the colour of my hair (and secretly the attention I get because of it, although cringey and tremendously annoying at times) the effort to maintain it is getting preeetty trying now. Time for a change me thinks, once dressing up as Misty from Pokemon for a friend's 'dress up as something I like fancy dress birthday shin-dig' has been and gone. Then the block colour, block party can commence!

Until anon x

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