29/10/2011

FRENCH FASCINATION

I never fail to fall in love at concerts. 

I'm writing this at half one in the morning so excuse my lack of everything but I am consumed by such great affection for 'We Were Evergreen' that I have to share it with the world. I went to see Charlie Simpson at the Concorde 2 in Brighton tonight with two close friends and he was amazing - even better than last time! So I won't go on much further about Charlie because I waxed lyrical about him in that post, but he's such a beautiful person inside and out.. why can't we just be best friends? 

The third support band for Charlie [first two aren't worth a mention] were a trio of well-dressed individuals onstage with an odd combination of instruments. We Were Evergreen put so much passion into their music, and it worked so well - with technical parts and catchy lyrics. I can't really define it, as I know they may sound too 'twee' for most people, but I think they sound really different and I'm in love with them. [NB: to anyone in the future, a fool-proof way to win my heart is by taking me to see live music.. predictable but true.]


Humble and well-mannered, when We Were Evergreen talked to the audience, they did so with french accents! Hailing from Paris, Michael, Fabienne and William are geeky and instantly likeable (and perhaps they are appealing to my francophile side as well). Perfect counterpart to the dark brooding music firmly cemented on MP3; always good to have a band which unleashes your sunshine side (I'm sounding very multi-sided in this post, this might be down to my shape revision for maths gcse - or just that I'm a totally technicolour person with many many interests. Yes.) 


How could you not love a band who plays on toy pianos?

23/10/2011

WE STRETCH OUR LIMBS AND WALK INTO THE LIGHT

This is the overdue '45 Days of Summer' post. Nothing like an Indian summer...

So one picture per day, for 45 days. Not everything was picture worthy, but it's an honest portrayal because of that. Now please excuse me whilst I go to simultaneously turn the radiator up and grab another sweater... Perhaps they'll be a [x] days of winter to appear next year?


21/10/2011

DOLL PARTS BAD SKIN DOLL HEART





Almost every weekend I've been spending a rough five pounds at the local store to perk up my weekend. Unfortunately, I nearly always end up purchasing these things on a Sunday and queueing behind sensible lovely people with sensible things like roast and vegetables in their carts whilst I'm juggling kinder eggs and green nail varnishes.

Temporary Tattoos! Homage to Frank Iero with every mark on my neck... I've also bought some henna cones and have occupied my time icing designs onto myself. HENNA SMELLS SO GOOD ARGH I'M ADDICTED.


I'm fifteen now; my birthday was on Wednesday. I went to see Noah and the Whale on Tuesday and they were incredible! Every song was poetry and I love it when the music pulses through your blood. Noise hangovers are the mark of a good concert!

This is a birthday present from my beautiful friend, who obviously listens to my incoherent ramblings! It's a 30 seconds to mars inside joke, and I'm very into my daily Leto dosage.

CREEPERS. They're so comfortable and sweet and suede and height enhancing. Today I was informed by a girl in vans that they are 'goth' shoes. I'm okay with this.

To conclude my week in shoddily taken pictures, (nearly all are mobile phone captured - we are living in the moment people!) here is my face. In case you've forgotten what I look like. I've taken the liberty of turning all previous shots into black and white so no inquiries as to my levels of sophistication fall at my creeper clad feet. Crushing them all with the power of colour filters!