Monday, 27 February 2017

Where You Lead, I'll Follow

A series of Gilmore Girls (one of my fave shows!) inspired looks (... and imagined scenarios by yours truly)

breakfast at luke's

Crochet top
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High waist skirt
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Topshop flat shoes
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Monsoon butterfly hair clip
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Time: 9:37AM

Day: Kisses from the sun; blue skies with tiny wisps of cotton candy clouds; tiny daisies starting to bloom through the cracks of the pavement

Food Order: Blueberry pancakes with a generous drizzle of sweet honey; an iced coffee

People: Jess is showing Rory another of his magic tricks to see her blue eyes twinkle; Lorelai is poking fun at Luke's continual donning of his blue cap backwards; both couples feel a tenderness in their hearts and are beginning to realise the meaning of such feelings; Miss Patty and Babette attempt to gossip quietly about the romances unfolding before their very eyes

You: A slightly weathered copy of Roald Dahl's 'Esio Trot' resides on the wooden table; you have been swirling your pink straw, watching the cream disappear into the coffee; Kirk tucks a ticket to his latest film creation underneath your plate

flowers nestled in her purse

Maison Margiela long dress
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Cole Haan navy flat
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Evening handbag
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Hair clip accessory
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Artificial flower
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Faux flower
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Pier 1 Imports floral decor
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Confetti Rose Bush Pink Green
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Time: 12:05PM

Day: The sun is not so shy today; beautiful, big roses wrap themselves around the columns of the gazebo; gentle breezes 

Food Order: Strawberry smoothie

People: Lane and Rory are huddled in the corner, furiously scribbling ideas for Lane's band's album cover; Taylor is trying to get Luke's attention for a new festival proposal that is to be situated right outside his diner to no avail; Lorelai has just gone out the door with a cup of coffee despite just being caffeinated thirty minutes prior

You: Rory's new friend in her free elective art class at Yale; snapping pictures of Rory and Lane hard at work: who knows? you may be witnessing the beginnings of a future household name 

friday night dinner with the gilmores

Emilio De La Morena red velvet dress
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Miu Miu high heel shoes
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Yves Saint Laurent mini purse
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Faux fur throw
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Geneva red clock
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Anya Hindmarch Oops! textured-leather adhesive sticker
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Time: 8:46PM

Day: The moon stretches her arms across the pitch black canvas; crickets chirp quietly; there is a slight chill in the air

Food Order: All you know is that the main element is chicken surrounded by colourful vegetables you can't seem to name; oh, and it smells divine

People: Lorelai starts to whisper something in Rory's ear and all you can hear are the words, "escape plan;" Emily shoots Lorelai a suspicious stare; Richard is oblivious to the slow tension building in the air 

You: Rory was told to bring a guest and when she asked you because her other friends were busy, you obliged immediately upon her mentioning of abundance of free luxurious food; in hindsight, that was a mistake; the food begins to lose its initial delicious appeal as Emily starts to interrogate Lorelai over what she had whispered into Rory's ear

Jenny x

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Inspirations from the Past

Hey, just checking in again for a bit.

I want to start making 'visual moodboard' videos again like the ones that I started doing four years ago as a hobby. I will endeavour to do it as a summary of the feelings and happenings of each passing month. A visual diary of thoughts and musings.

Ciao for now.

Hopefully, there will be some more things up on here soon.

Jenny x

Old, old, old:

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

💖 Living in a Pink Dream 💖

It was mid- December last year when I delved in a velvet, pink shimmering dream.

Growing up, the month of December meant snow, snow, snow to me. The Hollywood films that I devoured, implanted this romantic notion in my mind that I would be making snow angels in my backyard with someone who I had a terrible crush on. That we would have snowball fights and somehow, we would fall in love and that would be happily ever after.

However, it was just some weird fantasy that my 10 year old brain concocted from watching too many romantic Christmas movies that somehow always either featured Hugh Grant or Colin Firth.

This time, instead of imaginary snowballs nestled in my hands, there were magical domes of glittery bubbles.

Baths are wonderful and so soothing for the soul, albeit something that happens very rarely:
1) My mum would definitely go on and on about how much water I have wasted.
2) Over the years, the bathtub had become something that was just there in the bathroom. You'd go inside and it was just there. You wouldn't really relate any thought about it which brings me to the next point.
3) What's the point? I mean, the shower is right there. Quick and easy.

But alas, that warm December day, I was in a mood to just reelaaaxxxx. Maybe it was because I saw Julia Roberts singing blissfully to Prince, encompassed by piles of bubbles in Pretty Woman the night before. Maybe it was the really good chicken and avo sandwich that I whipped up myself that afternoon.

Maybe - and ladies and gentlemen, this may be the real reason - shock! horror! - my friends had purchased a shimmering pink bubble bar from Lush for my birthday. I, in true Anton Ego fashion, was transported to a faint, sweet memory of my mumma letting me have endless baths when I was a little baby. She filled the bath with so many bubbles and my favourite toys. With such joy and laughter.

As I laid there amongst the bubbles, I was at so much peace and happy in my solitude. It felt like I was in some timeless special place that I only knew about. Where nothing bad existed and everything was going to be okay. It was time to forget the world for a moment or two and live in the pink dream for a while.

Jenny x