Monday, 16 April 2012

I wrote this last term. Rent is due again TODAY

Safe paraphernalia. It's been a while. I've been a lazy little fucker and not written anything great in a long bloody time but I'm getting my arse into gear, putting my left foot forward (but which one is that?) and gonna start writing away like a busy happy elf... . .. . . .The great thing about that is- I'm always having these glorious little self analysis sessions in which I make outlandish promises to be good and write lots, but trust me, my diary (di, with a heart over the 'i') and i both know these big promises are usually the shipwrecks of my life and ordinarily they sink. Let's make it happen. Ted gets back on track ahoy. So I'm in love, with a boy, he's well nice. And im finally at university studying lingerie which is really wonderful and last night I made a sample bra cup out of wax cotton which was kindly donated by said boy in the form of an old barbour . Lovely. It looks pretty trendy -if I didn't make it genuinely a thousand sizes to big for my own obviously terribly voluptuous knockers then I'd definitely tit tape the waxy two piece cup (with decorative purposely jagged frill) right up . It won't fit though so I won't. Did you know I'm writing this on the tube! That means no access to a thesaurus which is my favorite book in the world- might have to invest in a really proper cute leather bound one maybe this is a potential gift idea for those that love me . (if any do) it smells particularly like fart on the tube this morning.. this eggy odour isn't mice, and by mice I mean nice. . And by nice I really mean the smell here is simply nose melting I think the fumes are going to kill me . Hello its Monday, it's 10.23am and it smells. This train is ready to depart .. Thank holy Mary Mather of god I can get off. So some more about my project right now. I began my treturus journey and I can't spell 'treturus' phonetically it's tret chur usz but that's not helping me a great deal at a few galleries and places of general public interest. I'm just grabbing a coffee with Bronte so I'll write more when I'm not otherwise engaged doing other things. I just remembered I need to pay my rent.

Sunday, 15 April 2012

DaViD kOmA

So I've got a project on this chap called David Koma. It has started off as a group thing. It's still a group thing at the moment. Unfortunately it's still a group thing until Thursday of Friday of this week. Bummer. But eventually it shall branch out to be a not group thing, thank goodness, and we can specialize in our own field, having been inspired by Koma and others in our group and written a shop report and sucked the fart out of Koma's arse and made some toiles, and made some designs, (probably best that that happens the other way around actually - designs then toiles please.) and just generally do a fuck lot of nothing for the next term. (£3,375 well spent?)

David Koma David Koma David Koma. BTW Dont get me wrong i am under no illusion that I am better than this course, I am fully aware that I will probably be shit at life untill i have finished my darling degree. I'm already very poor at making decisions and have made a lot of crappy ones already - Although one of these decisions does simply not include leaving LCF cos LCF after all is actually properly well and truely LCF. "where do you go to uni ?" "LCF". *person thinks* - ohhhh so you are an arty farty airy fairy but at least you go somewhere good and not somewhere shit like Bedfordshire (bedfordshite). moving on ... "What course do you study?" "Lingerie."

RIGHT THEN. So we have ourselves a serious case of nudity going on. Judge me if you will but I actually quite like the fact I do a naughty course and not something skull destroying like maths or biology. No offence to those of you that study these fine courses of course, after all what would the world do without people that can add and subtract numbers to a much higher level than myself. I know I'd certainly find myself worrying about who was going to work out my interest levels on my bank balance and who was going to put the right numbers in the lottery bin [thing]. And who would be the maths brain on countdown? Or give me my correct change? Or work in phone shops and ruin my day every day with numbers and monthly pathment plans with insurance and fire and theft and water damage Bla Bla bollocks. SO SO MUCH comprehensive nonsense i'm chatting here. Back to Koma and the lingerie world that is [supposedly] my life.

Look how marvelous these garments are. So great to translate into Lingerie I am excited about this part (I just wish there was more going on than one project at a time. From the fact that i keep going so far off course with what im writing here you might have guessed that I need heKtic Kool Klutter to fill my mind and that just aint happening sisterrr.) I've got to go im going back to london now (waah. i wont get started on this living reality) but i definitely will post my designs inspired by this alien aztec rainbow as soon as theyre ready for display.