I have been trying to take a photo of these blue tits that live in the tree at the end of my garden. When I don’t have my camera nearby they sit on the top branch of the tree outside my window and when I do have my camera to hand they skylark about in the bush and I can’t take a photo. I’m being fucked about by blue tits and this relationship has gone on for about a month now.

I also keep meaning to have soup in the cafe on the way to uni with the Jonathan Green ‘Famous Last Words’ book in the window which I think I’d quite like to read.

It has got to the stage where there is a billion things to do and I feel busy. I’m good at being busy and people ask me ‘Laura how do you do it? You do loads of stuff.’ Clearly there is the simple answer of: get up off your arse and start making the most of each day and just do whatever it is so you can say that you’ve done it and done it well. Strange how so many people don’t and won’t grasp this concept.

18/03/2012

Spring is here and I have pink hair. We've spent 4 months drunk now and my eyes are bloodshot. The days are becoming long and the nights are hazy.
A magazine called LOLA is being launched and I'm a part of it. I'm going to Florida and the thought of spending days on end doing absolutley nothing is bliss.
My Mother reckons I'm having the time of my life.

2011: I will only love a wild thing.

I started out the year in the heartbreak hotel with purple hair and I learnt not to doubt myself. I partied myself out of that hotel and maintained the slutism and go hard or go home theories that usually result in some kind of unholy activity. I passed my first year of university and still never stopped partying. I got a couple of jobs and was living in the glorious overdraft of my trusty bank account. Summer came and I worked and made sure I did everything that I wanted to do but I began to start caring more about the consequences of my actions and so I applied some genuine feelings to a situation which with the benefit of hindsight was a dumbass thing to do because it still pisses me off. Did get a few good blowjobs out of it tho- every cloud.

The summer music festivals arrived and I partied with blue hair untill I collapsed. Then it was time to start the second year of university and it had occurred to me how much of a scramble my brain had become and it took me a while to get back to where I needed to be. I was in my own house, made excuses for myself, got a new job and more new friends. I resent all the grown up stuff I have to do but to a certain extent have become wise in the ways of the world which you don’t get at home with Mummy and Daddy. Autumn was spend avoiding the stress of all the grown up stuff whilst finding myself running back home at any excuse to get fucked and be the person I can be when I have no responsibilities. I know that I’ve done everything to the best I can and I’ve done what makes me happy. We all dream of the rock and roll world but that world is so easily broken.

I’m finishing the year with a few interests, potential alcohol poisoning, blonde hair and my brothel creepers.

Fashion Styling

Dubstep- The Bastard Genre

Benga & Skream at Big Apple Records, Croydon

Dubstep is the sound of the city. The London born and bred genre started as a dark and experimental sound created in a London suburb’s backstreet shop and is now widely recognised that has given birth to its own exciting nocturnal culture.

Big Apple Records- the social hub located in the Croydon town sprawl was delivery room for the newly born bastard genre. Benga, DJ Hatcha, Skream and N-Type were the shop’s regulars are now the successful DJ’s witnessed playing Dubstep around the world today. The bass-driven sound has evolved since the millennium with recognised influences from all genres of music such as Drum ‘n’ Bass, Hip Hop, Reggae, House and Garage- Dubstep is endlessly promoted and more currently been projected into mainstream music and hit straight into the UK Charts.

The one-upon-a-time small Dubstep scene has escalated into a massive UK music statement. Magnetic Man- consisting of Benga, Artwork and Skream, had their first top 10 UK hit with “I Need Air” reaching number 10 and made everyone who wasn’t previously aware of the music style listen and weep. Compared to some of the Dubstep anthems created in 2005 onwards such as Skream’s “Midnight Request Line” and Benga & Coki’s “Night” it is evident that the Dubstep sound has reached a comfortable level of diversity. From mainstream to absolute bass-ridden filth, Dubstep is now a conformed culture.

After swallowing the city into its belly-full of thunder, Dubstep is heard in every club night and has a million-strong army of followers all over the world. The future is untold for this feisty genre but experiencing this new city culture first-hand wherever you are is undoubtedly worthwhile.

Mayfield Lavender Fields

9th August

I spent a few days in Bournemouth, Christchurch and Southampton this week. Recently I've had alot on my mind and it was good getting away from it all.

I keep telling myself to stay up to date with this blog- my 'proper' blog. New posts only ever seem to happen when I'm feeling thoughtful and desperate for some sort of an outlet. I hate letting time escape me, so I'll start with a update on where this summer has taken me so far.

Today I watched the film Bright Star

They were young and spiteful. Misunderstood in conflicting surroundings. They would repel and take great care in making their amends. She would research him and discover him through his work,all the while he would bask in her. They knew they were falling in love, they would secretly kiss and be inevitably be interrupted. His hand at poetry came suddenly easier as his feelings for the misunderstood girl became his conductor.

He left her and she resented ever being adored by him. Their love continued through letters and she caught butterflies in honour of his free spirit. She left them to die when his letters stopped. He came back and created his most famous poem whilst kissing her. Bright star.

I took this photo at haynes lane vintage market.
I'm so tired.