state of mind purple

Like everyone else in the country, I've been feeling a little under the weather this week, so rather than adventuring out of my apartment in search of a good time, I've been mostly hanging out in my room, playing with my face. 

Sure, a good piece of cloth can soothe the aching shoulders, but for me, a game of drag queen dress-up is the quickest way to take your mind off what ails you.

NOTE: I have absolutely no idea what I was going for with this particular example of face-play. Looking at it now, I'd say it's part Siouxsie Sioux, part Bowie in Labyrinth, part Sleeping Beauty's Maleficent

I guess that's the fun part about dressing to please yourself - you never know where the whim's going to take you.

post title c/o Nas...


screen swoon: la belle et la bête

the picture: La Belle Et La Bête
the year: 1946
the director: Jean Cocteau
the talent: Josette Day et Jean Marais
the deal: beast meets girl


grunt, squeak, squawk

The Morning Strut has already seen me confess to a semi-serious canine perversion, but this week, Ruth's camera caught me fawning over some slightly more exotic pets.

Firstly, I'm not sure how I feel about Zoos (see why here and here). From what I gather, some animals are happy, some aren't. I understand that the protection of so many species is dependent on conservation programmes, but that doesn't necessarily have to involve odd-looking punters like me grinning at them like morons, does it?

Bottom line is this; I could watch these gorgeous dudes all day, but I'm pretty sure they'd rather I didn't.

Personally, I love being behind bars. Only for a couple of minutes, mind.

As you may have guessed, tigers, leopards and lions all give me the massive swoons, but if I'm totally honest, my spotted heart belongs to another.

The giraffe is my spirit animal. I feel a kinship with them for countless reasons. They're proud, confident and sneakily clever. They're very laid-back creatures, but they're fucking terrifying when they want to be (they fight like sailors and they've been known to kick lions to death!)

They're the ultimate oddballs of nature - they don't look like anyone else in the wild and they can't help getting noticed.

Sometimes when I go to visit them, they look like they're loving all the attention.

Other times, they really seem very shy.


threads: {dress - mangled vintage} {black belt - h&m} {gold elephant belt - vintage} {scarf - sister hand-me-down} {jacket - other sister hand-me-down} {boots - dodgy shop on Meath St.} {ear bling - random store in ny} {finger bling - street market in NY}