Here are a few photo's to describe the summer which I have just been witness to... safe to say it has been eventfully..... fun.... Right from when my mum was dripping fence paint down my whole body to when I was in seeing Catfish and the Bottlemen at reading (it has taken me at least 2 minutes to stop the auto correct changing Bottlemen to Battlement, come on apple keep up!)
I must have looked like a dalmatian after we had finished painting that fence. My mum always has these crazy ideas that she wants the whole living room changing around or every single aspect of the garden changed, even down to the painting of the front garden fence. So the first days of my holiday were somewhat productive, covering myself in paint like every good artist should do once in a while to keep their sanity; or creativity? Oh yes I've been trying to regain my yoga and pilates practicing again.. that was going surprising well until I went on holiday and to reading - and lived off veggie burgers for the whole weekend... I keep looking back at the pictures trying to write this blog in some form of order but lets face it my brain has never been that straight forward. All I can see is the snapchat of me on the toilet; I can feel the tears coming just looking at it! I have never felt true happiness until I sat my bottom on a nice -somewhat clean- white toilet seat, instead of them things at the campsite. The only way to describe them is steps to a metal hole, they were good enough to put a little plastic rim so the smaller people would not fall through. But if a guy was peeing next to you, you could have been having a face to face conversation - the stalls were not that high. And if someone was doing a number 2, there was no way to soften that blow... well moving on from the toilet talk - something which seems to crop up quite regularly in my life... This blog post isn't even about that much fashion, trust me you do not want to see what i was representing through reading - especially after Modestep. Oh my word after the Catfish and the Bottlemen (the auto correct still hasn't caught on yet) I was dripping in sweat, some was not my own. As much as I loved every moment of their set it I had to leave that crowd, and a mission that turned out to be. I went on my own because all my other friends went to see Bring me the Horizon. So theres me tootling along made some nice new friends in the crowd and then all of a sudden all these 6ft guys surrounded me.. and when the band came on it went crazy, i was in the Modestep crowd earlier and i was fine being punched in the nose but having elbows digging in all around my body (i wasn't even chest height to some of the people around me). It took near enough 15 minutes to actually leave and even then that scary. This poor guy behind me was trying to help his friend and then saw me starting to cry and gave me a hug... If that guy is reading this now THANK YOU!!! so very much! After getting out there was no way i was missing the set, so i just stayed outside of the tent. But all i wanted to do was phone my mum and cry; i don't think i have ever been in a situation like that before - you are never too old for a caring phone call from the mothership... even when at uni...
Still want to see Catfish and the Bottlemen again!! I would recommend anyone to go and see them play live! Oh!!! I also saw this band called Sundara Karma... i have been obsessively listening to them every since watching them... downloading their ep off of iTunes as soon as i got wifi at Reading  <--- check 'em out man... it will be the best decision you have done all day... in music terms.
This blog post could literally go on for ever! But everything good must come to an end, like Reading did a whole WEEK ago now. I must attempt to pack for uni and eventually complete this summer project. A mood board including my room and an old family photo.. well Brighton you asked for it...

JUMPER:- Zara, JEANS:- Primark, SOCKS:- Topshop. This is my life in a nutshell; drawings, illustrations, research and design. And I am loving every second of it - even if it drives me insane along the way. I am always ploughing through project after project, relishing in what I can create next - something bigger, better and a little more crazier than the last. I never realised how much work I have accumulated over the past year and a bit. Looking through I can see how far I have come in terms of technique, ideas and uniqueness; always trying to develop the whimsical style I am very much inclined to.  I am always documenting the outfits I wear and why I like them but hardly ever share my creations, the things which I am most proud of. I have never really thought about it much but with in the last few days I have been trying to take pictures (these pictures are re-taken and then a re-take is taken of the re-takes) and I could not find the right angle or the right colouring  or could never edit them in the right way to make them look how I envisioned them. It was driving me insane! Having them taped all over my bedroom walls could have aided this as well. But I have come to the conclusion that I should allow the drawings to hold themselves, I should not try to embellish them with fancy lighting or adding more exposure, but allow them to be there for the viewer to experience and react to them in their own personal way - who am I to try and corrupt the mind of another, why should I try and press my opinions on others when this image may mean different things. That is what art is, art it made to be thought about and provoke emotions, and I, for one, will not try and prevent these,  even if the conclusion is that I am crazy and a little weird - I'm cool with that, at least you shall remember me. In the past  couple of posts I have moved away from the world of fashion a little, not talking much of the clothing or how the colours make me feel. I feel that inspiration is taken from the world around us, not just by other fashion designers or celebrities, how you dress changes depending on what music you enjoy or what is happening in your life at that moment. It is not all about the latest trends but personality and I feel that we are swaying from this too much and fashion is becoming a very commercial thing. What happened to unique and individuality? Why are we so afraid of this? If you feel comfortable in something wear it, if you walk in to a shop and head directly to one specific item - go ahead a buy it, who can stop you, you are your own person! Lets all live a little more and not care about others opinions but our own. I must admit these jeans did not come like this, they may have been slightly destroyed a little....