On my TBR list this summer

The perks of being a wall flower - stephen chbosky. I mean, how can you not after this review? foreveryoungadult

Candids - Go Fug Yourself: Because Fugly Is The New Pretty

Candids - Go Fug Yourself: Because Fugly Is The New Pretty

idk ANYTHING: le barenzi is back!!!!

idk ANYTHING: le barenzi is back!!!!: "some times you grab a newspaper from your neighbour expecting to find within its pages nothing more than museveni's alarming determination t..."

Hair Tales

While trawling my blog poison of choice (thefuggirls) I came across this picture of Solange. She was at Coachella I think. Isn't her hair looking fab? 

 The dressier night out look.

 Other girls rocking the look in different ways.

So what's a girl who is fed up with the endless salon visits where they tug and pull, and burn and scratch and scald your head/scalp whichever way in the name of plaiting/retouch to do? Get inspired and cut it all off, start afresh. That is my ambition for the next six months til graduation. And the goal? Wait for it....

This magnificent all natural mane as modeled by 2011 Grammy winning Spalding :)

You can hold me up to that in six months. These synthetic auburn locks I have now? Mhhhmn, it served its purpose but I need a new look. And I'm not going to succumb to the dreadlocks trend again. Or the hot ironing/straightening b*s that killed my hair in the first place. I'm going to wait it out. One week at a time. And of course read natural hair care blogs while at it :)

Still on the subject of lips

Apparently colour blocking isn't just for clothes, make-up is in on the game. These salad inspired lips just made my day. For when you can't make up your mind what shade to wear...or when you want to funky up that neutral outfit:

I give you some of this, I give some of that

So I haven't blogged in ages. Looking at my blogger stats even shames me and I start considering a friend's advice, whenever she feels she's letting down her readers, to just up and delete the blog. Except I haven't really figured out the mechanics of re-posting all your old stuff onto a new blog (see? I'm a horrible blogger - but with the best intentions so bear with me) so until then, onward soldiers :-)


A bunch of things caught my eye in this shit-load-of-coursework-imposed hiatus. Such as these beautiful bright images by the 22 year old Viktoria Stutz (yes, with a K. Don't you just love those situations? When similar sounding consonants switch? Except the Kardashian situation. Too much of anything... but I digress) Back to the uber talented Viktoria; these are for an oral campaighn but can you say glamorous anyone? Phew!

the white just doesn't stop with the teeth: say cheeeeese :)

Obviously I love the green the most.

And now for the actual glamour shots;

like she'd just been THOROUGHLY kissed then just reapplied the lipstick without checking for smudges. *heart*

And that is how to do shock glamour - Gaga, take notes. No this beheading my little pony s**t of yours.

Fake it til you make it

I've been bedridden for two days now. Down with the flu and inevitable fever. Barely moved except for bathroom breaks. (TMI? Sorry) Anyway, been using this chance out of studio to catch up with my reading and what gems i have found! One of my favourites "How to steal like an artist..." is so good that i'm going to lift an entire page off it. Hey, so I'm stealing like he's teaching - he shouldn't take offence, should be proud instead to have followers :) Anyway, here it is:


I love this phrase. There’s two ways to read it: Fake it ‘til you make it, as in, fake it until you’re successful, until everybody sees you the way you want, etc. Or, fake it til’ you make it, as in, pretend to be making something until you actually make something. I love that idea.

I also love the book Just Kids by Patti Smith. I love it because it’s a story about how two friends moved to New York and learned to be artists. You know how they learned to be artists? They pretended to be artists. I’ll spoil the book for you and describe my favorite scene, the turning scene in the book: Patti Smith and her friend Robert Maplethorpe dress up in all their gypsy gear and they go to Washington Square, where everybody’s hanging out, and this old couple kind of gawks at them, and the woman says to her husband, “Oh, take their picture. I think they’re artists.” “Oh, go on,” he shrugged. “They’re just kids.”
The point is: all the world’s a stage. You need a stage and you need a costume and you need a script. The stage is your workspace. It can be a studio, a desk, or a sketchbook. The costume is your outfit, your painting pants, or your writing slippers, or your funny hat that gives you ideas. The script is just plain old time. An hour here, or an hour there. A script for a play is just time measured out for things to happen.

This is basically what i would do. But with all this talk of plagiarism in my faculty and people worshiping originality yet in fact very few things if any at all today are original. Well, this has re-affirmed my faith in faking it, judgy audience be damned. Now if only I could go to a new place and reinvent myself the way i want to be 'cause lets face it, you are only as believable as you can convince onlookers you are. And everyone knows how hard it is to convince people who have known you to be one way that you are in fact another. Better and easier to go off some place and come back after you have made it that they have no choice but to believe.