How nice it would be...

...to own Frida Giannini's record collection.

image via SoHaute

It's Record Store Day today, which I didn't realise until I ended up at the Vintage Record at two o'clock and the guy at the counter announced it. Also, I think he thought I was Swedish because he asked where I was from, which has happened before (then they usually start speaking Swedish to me). But how about that for good timing? (going to a record shop) especially considering it was a spontaneous decision, I'm not so secretly very proud of myself.

So I celebrated with 3 purchases:

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Television: Adventure

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Faces: Long Player

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Cyndi Lauper: She's so Unusual

Super profound indie song lyric

A while ago I started to become interested in interior design, sparked by the Selby and the world of interiors feature on Hamish Bowles, and became convinced I should change my room.

For a teenager, changing ones room is like moving into adulthood, trying to prove to people that you have mature and civilised taste-- making this "BEDROOM MAKEOVER ZOMG!!!" really cliché and a bit sickening. I've never tried to impress people with a contrived taste, but at 17-- the bedroom you've had since you were 7 does start to represent the phases you wish you could forget (why the 'Hello Kitty' bin? why Marie Antoinette style knick knacks? why the heap of dress up hats?) and so, after much deliberation, I've been promised an eventual "bedroom makeover" sometime by the end of this year.

I'm stuck with the same furniture, which is a pretty standard mahogany dresser and wardrobe, and a bed that represents my Marie Antoinette phase (but is actually pretty standard and plain too-- its white), I don't mind the furniture in my room. So at the least I'll have my room repainted, which is fine (my room is currently a dusty-purple colour, chosen when I was 7).

I just realised how spoilt I'm starting to sound, and I apologise. If you've come this far through the blog, well done-- at least I feel better having somewhat justified my annoying tone. Not to mention, you don't care about what my room looks like-- especially considering i'm not going to show any pictures. Also, i'm getting off track-- this is what I wanted to post:

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Is this house not the perfect combination of shabby, clutter, fancy, eclectic and minimal? How does that even work?, those words shouldn't go together so perfectly to describe something. It is the house of my dreams for that reason however. Also, it incorporates my favourite colour, grey ("it's not a colour it's a shade!" blah blah) into almost every room. I've decided I want my house to look like this, when I get my own house. And that's why I decided to post these photos here, to cement them in the interweb, so one day I will rediscover this blog, laugh about my attitude towards my fairly nice room and decide my house should look like my 17 year old dream home. And if that's not enough post-modern nostalgia for you, then I don't know what is.

Soapsuds.

I know this song is old (in an uncool way) but Its still a little wonderful, I think. Also-- what the frak with the White Stripes, Gorillaz and LCD Soundsystem all going defunct in the same week. (IT'S NO TTHE ILLUMINATI JAY-Z!)

I've been much too bored/preoccupied/lazy to think about writing on this blog, or even to think about something to a large degree that would make posting anything worth while. I'm getting sick of the way this blog looks, which is much like a patchwork quilt. I signed up for tumblr, thinking it would be easier to do posts without much substance. I do like the way it looks, it takes much too long to make blogspot pages look good (and I still haven't worked out how to make images the right size). But, I couldn't get the URL I wanted so I deleted it soon after, however I might return to it later. Who knows. Also I think tumblrs are much more accessible, as one post links to another account and so on, it's a food chain really.

What did catch my attention, weirdly enough was this Roberto Cavalli collection. I say "weirdly" because its nothing like the Erdem collection which I posted about last month. Also, i've never really fancied Roberto Cavalli, but I'm lately i've been getting my tacky, rockstar on (in my mind) and have seen some beauty in his use of textures and colours and all things that make fashion editors smile.

And my favourite dress: