in which their mum took their photo

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“I got to know the Quarrymen originally through their drummer, Colin Hanton. I started to knock around with them – going to practice sessions and gigs for a couple of years.

“I last saw John in 1962. I was sat at the front of a double-decker bus and as I got up to get off the bus John was sitting on the back seat, he was the only other person on the top deck. I asked him how it was going, he said ‘I’m knackered, I just got back from Hamburg’.

“My mum organised the Rosebery Street party, I asked the Quarrymen would they come and play there. I remember it was a nice warm sunny day.  I took a number of photos of the group playing that day.”

[Charles Roberts, photographer]

The Quarrymen playing on Rosebery Street, Liverpool on the 22nd June, 1957. They were performing as part of a street party to celebrate the 550th anniversary of Liverpool receiving it’s charter from King John (which happened on 28th August, 1207 and gave Liverpool - or ‘Liuerpul’ official ‘town’ status).

Photo: Charles Roberts.

[Image description: A cardboard box filled with 12 pop toobs, plastic cylinders, in purple and green.]

My mother is seeing lots of autistic kids at work and she’s asked me for toys they’ll want to play with while they’re in her office a few times. Out of everything, the pop toobs have been a wild success and keep lots of kids entertained for long appointments. Someone took the two she had, and she told me kids have been asking about them ever since. I just ordered 12 new ones from @stimtastic because if something so cheap makes autistic kids day a little easier as well as their parents and my Mum, I’ll buy as many as she can ever use. 😊

Baby photos Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by peterparkerdaily

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, it had to be a dream and you didn’t want to wake up. You actually had a date with your neighbour Peter. You two always talked when you threw away the trash at the same time and soon you both became friends once you found out the big amount of things you had in common. Especially some movies and TV shows. He was much more into tech than you were but you loved seeing him building up computers and apparently he loved seeing you caught in a book or just writing.

Finally one night when you were coming back from the McDonalds he asked you out on a date. You truly had a crush on him but you always thought he liked a girl from high school so it really surprised you when he suggested it. Of course, you said yes.

And there you were, walking around the room, trying to find the perfect outfit when he was going to pick you up in fifteen minutes. There was no way you could do it on time! The bright side was that your mum had been helping you so now you had three outfits to choose from but you didn’t know which one would be better. You really liked the white dress but maybe it was too much for a first date? But what if it was also the last one? You needed to look good! With a sigh, you finally picked up the white simple dress, along with some brown sandals. Would he like it?

You put it on and then stood in front of your mirror thinking about the make-up. Definitely nothing too obvious.

“(Y/N), honey”, your mum said popping her head into the room, “Peter is here.” She smiled. She was even more excited than you when you told her about the date.

“What!? Already?” You looked at the clock. Yes. It was 8. “Tell him I will be ready in five, please”, you said.

She nodded and closed the door again. Quickly you applied some base and then a thin line of eyeliner. Your eyelashes were long so you didn’t need mascara. You also applied a bit of lip gloss. You didn’t do much to your hair since it was naturally wavy. You put the things you would need into your purse and finally took the phone and keys throwing them in as well.

Looking yourself once again in the mirror you thought you looked good so you opened the door and hurried downstairs. You could hear your mum’s voice.

“In this one she literally jumped to the cake! It was so hilarious, really”, you opened your eyes widely as you heard.

“Mum is showing your baby’s photos to your boyfriend”, your little brother said walking out of the kitchen.

“No, she’s not…” You mumbled. He shrugged and went upstairs.

Shit. You literally ran to the living room where, indeed, you found Peter and your mum both seated on the couch. Your mum had the photo album on her legs and was showing your most embarrassing photos to Peter.

“She’s naked there?” Peter laughed causing you to blush.

“She hated taking baths. She used to run all around the house until-“

“Mom! Not necessary!” You said before she could say anything else.

They both looked at you and Peter got up, literally staring at you up and down.

“Wow… (Y/N)…you-you…you look…you look great”, he mumbled as he walked towards you. Your mother winked at you and left the room being followed by your death glare. Then you looked at Peter and smiled shyly.

“Thank you. You too.” He smiled at that. He was wearing some dark jeans and a shirt.

Smiling you both just walked out of the house before your mum had any others great ideas like snapping photos at the two of you like it was prom or something like that. Once you were away from your house you started to relax and looked at him.

“Look, I’m sorry about that. My mother can be…” You sighed shaking your head.

“Don’t worry. It was funny. And you were really cute”, he laughed looking down at you which made you blush as you looked down. “And you still are, of course”, he added quickly which made you laugh and look at him.

“You are cute too, Parker”, you said.

With a big smiled he looked down and took your hand hesitantly, entwining your fingers with his as you walked down the street, ready to whatever was about to happen that night and the days to come.

Name: Charlotte

Age: 21

Location: England

Occupation: Student

Website: cerpxjournals.tumblr.com

I grew up living in a house with a cherry tree in the garden that my bathroom window looked out onto. My Mum tells me that I used to sit under that tree for hours writing plays that I later would get my siblings and best friend to act out. It was my escape.

When I was nine or so, my parents got divorced and my Mum and us kids moved out of the house. My Dad stayed. I remember so clearly going back to visit him once and sitting on my old toilet. Something in the room wasn’t right, an emptiness. The feeling stood out from the rest of the house, which also felt vacant. It took me a while to realize that the light was different and the light was different because there weren’t leaves outside the window. He’d cut it down and when I asked about it, I could tell he didn’t understand why I was hurt. That was the beginning of many realizations I’ve had about my Dad and our relationship.

On my sixteenth birthday, my Mum ushered me out of our house with my eyes closed and revealed my own new cherry tree. The bottom Polaroid is a photo of my tree, Amelie, blooming on its fifth Spring.

I continued to write plays and finished my first full length one called Mess last year. It was recently performed in a professional space and the paper in the photo is the performance script that is ready and waiting to be edited into its final draft.

I have since written an adaptation of Chekov’s The Cherry Orchard.

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ok inspired by @aprilmaclean who i met at mcm yesterday, i’ve decided to make a post about everything that happened at comic con!!

i was late to the panel (i missed about ten minutes) because me and my mum got lost on the way to the theatre xD. so i came in late and sat down and it was pretty much time for questions when i got in!

- i asked them what it was like working with cgi and how it affected their concentration and vivian was like “imagine being terrified of a ball on a stick” and talked about a man in a green suit, to which greg replied “it didn’t leave much to the imagination” (i laughed)
- while greg was answering he was like “hi katie by the way” (i think he must have seen me come in or something? if you were around back in feb when i went to midlands comic con you’ll know he recognised me so he knows me quite well by now) and i died a bit
- most of the answers were mentioned in rosie’s post so i won’t go into massive detail about that stuff (see her post) but highlights included:
- vivian saying that tanya could possibly be asexual
- vivian accidentally swearing
- the hogwarts houses of the characters:
charlie: slytherin
tanya: ravenclaw or gryffindor
april: hufflepuff
- rosie went into detail on everything else so go read that for more info!

ok so after this i went to the signing table and sophie and vivian were at lunch so i spoke to greg first

- he said hi and hugged me etc
- my mum asked him a load of things about acting and stuff (because i act and she was not going to lose the opportunity)
- she casually dropped creeped out (the show i’m in) in there and he was really sweet about it, and he said he wanted a link when it aired
- more banter about acting and the chewing gum advert he filmed recently in prague
- i gave him the letter and he thought it was so sweet
- he also told me we were best friends after i said that a lot of my friends call me “greg stan #1”
- we took a picture and then left

me and my mum then went to get fish and chips and after that we went back to the signing table to see sophie and vivian - greg had now left to try and find a pokemon lmao xD i spoke to vivian first

- she was an angel as per usual!
- we talked about national youth theatre because she’s done it and i’m interested in doing it next year
- she loved the letter
- we took a picture and then i went to speak to sophie

- sophie was SO LOVELY I CAN’T EVEN
- she asked me about my holiday and again we talked about creeped out and she was like “I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU”
- i also asked her about her short films because i’ve done a lot of short films
- she absolutely loved the letter and asked me for my instagram so she could message me when she’d read it
- when she came to take a picture with me she was like “I JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU A BIG HUG”, honestly an angel

we wandered around for a while after this and i went to stalls and stuff. bearing in mind me and my mum were literally whacked out as we got back from the airport at 4am, we decided to go home but i went back to see them again as i forgot to take polaroids

- greg was with some others and asked me to take a picture of them on someone’s phone (the pressure was intense)
- then a lovely lady in a tardis dress and a woman cosplaying osgood asked me to take a picture of them with sophie
- the tardis dress woman was very interested in my polaroid camera and was really sweet
- my photo with vivian was developing and greg was intrigued xD he said he loved my camera case (which is spacey) and then we took a polaroid
- he went to hug me but my mum was still sorting out the camera so he decided to not do the generic hug and kissed me which was SO cute and i sort of just stood there and laughed as you can see in the picture
- i then hugged him and said bye and went to see soph

- soph was lovely and gave me a huge hug then said it was so nice to meet me which made me cry a bit

I had the most lovely day and they were so nice! i’ll update you on the letter situation if sophie messages me. they absolutely loved them

props to you if you read all this lmao

Music Series: First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes

Another sweet love song. Is my hopeless romantic nature showing again? (tucking in my shirt, looking at my ass) It can’t be helped. I will be a hopeless romantic until the day I die, even if I’m the last living HR left on earth.

As I stew in gloom, waiting for my timezone to begin the angelic Hallelujah chorus, I write. Part Five of For the Love of Harry is in the works, I swear, but not ready as of yet. So to keep my readers content, I thought I would pop out a couple of Music Series stories for you.

Please feel free to message me ideas or prompts and I’ll see what I can do!

I hope you enjoy this story, inspired by “First Day Of My Life” by Bright Eyes. Here is a link to this song via my Spotify playlist called I Love You Long Time.

Thanks for reading! xo

Shelli

p.s. Please remember, this is how I interpret these lyrics into story form. I hope each of you who read will interpret it in your own way. Let your creative juices flow!

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This is the first day of my life. Swear I was born right in the doorway

I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed.

They’re spreading blankets on the beach

Harry walked into the little cafe he frequented, clutching his journal, phone, and a water bottle, all in the same hand, while replacing the sunglasses from his eyes to the top of his head, where they were perched most of the time. It was a nice day in London that day, and he was taking advantage of it. The sun was shining brightly, he had managed to stay out of camera lenses for the most part, and he was hungry for his favorite meal at his favorite little cafe.

As he greeted the staff he had come to know so well, they escorted him to his favorite table and brought him a glass of water, a promise of his ‘usual’ already being made. He smiled at them, thanking them graciously, and pulled out his journal and pen, jotting down some notes that had come to mind so he wouldn’t forget them later.

Hyper-aware as he always was, Harry looked around the room, making sure nobody was taking photos. He liked this table because it was not in view of the windows where paps could easily take his photo through the glass. Harry took a deep breath and cased the room, looking at the different people sitting around. The cafe wasn’t busy as it was an odd time of day for a meal, which he preferred.

His eyes moved from an elderly couple having a late lunch or early dinner, whichever it was, to a small family of a mum and dad and their infant. Harry smiled as the baby giggled at the parents. The dad was trying to hold his phone out far enough to take a good photo with his family but was struggling, then noticing a woman at the table next to the family stand, offering to take the photo for them.

“May I help?” you asked.

“Yes, please!” the dad said, thankfully. “Afraid I’m not very good at taking them.”

“It’s not a problem, really,” you smiled, taking the phone as the parents crowded in near to their child. “Will you show me a smile, sweet love?” you asked the baby, with one of those high-pitched ‘baby voices’ that makes babies giggle. As if on cue, the baby laughed, grabbing its feet, and you took a couple of quick photos, before handing the phone back to the man, accepting their kind words of appreciation. You sat back in your seat at your little table, smiling at them, then went back to look at your book you had been reading while waiting on your food.

Yours was the first face that I saw. I think I was blind before I met you

I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’ve been

But I know where I want to go

Harry sat watching you, barely blinking. He thought you were lovely, not just for your kind gesture to strangers, but because he found you beautiful. The color of your eyes…the way your hair fell around your face…the smile that would shine after your read something embracing in your book. His curiosity peaked like a loud radar being sounded. He suddenly needed to know everything about you. What were you reading? Did you smell as good as you looked like you would smell? Was your skin as soft as it appeared to be from the distance between you?

“Here you go, Harry!” his waitress said, as she placed his lunch in front of him. “Can I get you anything else?”

Suddenly snapping out of his stare at you, he looked at the waitress, confused. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked.

“Anything else I can get for you?” she repeated.

“Oh,” he said, unbelieving that his plate of food was sitting in front of him. When had she done that? “No…thank you, though,” he answered.

Harry sat for another moment, watching you look at your book, then looking out the window you were sitting near. You smiled at your waiter and shook your head no, that you were fine while waiting on your food to arrive. You glanced around the room and noticed Harry staring in your direction, and smiled softly toward him. You looked around at the tables around you, assuming he was looking at someone else, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. But your heart began to beat a bit faster as you saw him stand and walk toward you, knowing who he was. Anyone in their right mind, especially in England, knew who he was. As he stopped in front of you, he smiled the most amazing smile you thought you had ever seen, complete with dimples.

“Hi,” you heard him say, nervously. “I’m Harry.” He held his hand out to you and you shook it gently. You introduced yourself as well as he continued shaking your hand, not releasing it. After an awkward moment of him just staring at you, he cleared his throat and turned a slight shade of pink. “Um…I was wondering…if you would care to join me at my table?”

And so I’d thought I’d let you know.

That these things take forever, I especially am slow

But I realized that I need you, And I wondered if I could come home

As you and Harry both finished your lunch, laughing and talking as if you were old friends, you couldn’t help but look at him. He’s so handsome, you thought. And you couldn’t help but notice how he looked at you. He would watch your lips as you talked. He would look you directly in the eyes, like he never wanted to lose his attention to you. He even watched your hands as you moved them about on the table in front of you.

“I don’t want to keep you,” you insisted, as he had become quiet once again, saying nothing, only looking at you. “Thank you for keeping me company during lunch.”

“No!” he almost shouted, then quietened again with a smile. “Don’t leave. I mean…” He searched for his words. “Can we…maybe…go somewhere to talk more?” Before you could agree or not, he continued. “Please?”

I remember the time you drove all night, Just to meet me in the morning

And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed

You felt as if you just woke up

Harry’s eyes grew large as he saw you walk up to him as he was leaving his hotel to go to the next appointment on his schedule. You hadn’t seen each other in too long, his work keeping him busy away from London. You had been seeing Harry for a few months now and being away from him was difficult for you both. The video chats just weren’t working well enough for either of you anymore. You had to go to him.

“How?” he asked with tears in his eyes. “You were just home last night! You had to have driven all night long to be here now!”

“That’s about right, yeah,” you smiled, hugging him tightly. “Just couldn’t be away from you anymore. Hope you don’t mind,” you giggled. “I miss you.”

“Hope I don’t…” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You felt him breathing against your neck, then whisper into your ear. “Thank you. I’m so happy you’re here. Miss you so much.”

And you said, ”This is the first day of my life. I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you

But now I don’t care, I could go anywhere with you, And I’d probably be happy”

“Just can’t believe you came all this way to be with me,” he said, back in his hotel room, caressing your hair and kissing you softly, his body practically swallowing you in his hold. “It means more to me than you could ever know, love. I know its taxing being involved with me, my life.” He kissed you passionately, tasting this sweet creature he had grown to love.

“There’s no place I would rather be than where you are,” you said nervously, knowing although it had been a few months, your relationship still quite new, you were comfortable enough to know he had feelings for you as well.

“But, how did you manage with work?” he asked, still kissing around on you lightly.

“Just took a few, it’s fine,” you insisted. “Those sad, puppy dog eyes got to me last night. I knew you wanted me here as much as I wanted to be here with you. Relationships are about making sacrifices for each other, doing things for each other.”

He looked at you lovingly. 

“You know, that first day in the cafe…was the first time I ever believed in love at first sight,” Harry said, honestly. “Didn’t believe it before…’til I saw you. Would have chased you right out of the restaurant had you turned me down to join me.” You both smiled, knowing he would have. “Something changed in me that day. Don’t know how to describe it. Feel like…the rest of my life started that day. Does that make sense?”

You smiled with tears building in your eyes, nodding because you couldn’t speak.

“I’ve had this…list of thoughts, characteristics…for what the perfect woman for me would be, you know? Beautiful, inside and out…kind…loving…funny…laugh at m’jokes,” he smiled as you laughed. “Had convinced myself I was never going to find you, that you didn’t exist and I was going to have to lower my expectations or something.” Harry kissed you softly then looked at you, tracing his thumb along your lips. “Thank you for existing.”

So if you wanna be with me. With these things there’s no telling

We just have to wait and see

But I’d rather be working for a paycheck, Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides, maybe this time is different. I mean, I really think you like me

BABYGATE

My Theory and probably everyone else’s as well as some details about what’s going on.

>The first magazines and articles to talk about it all work with Modest! so are probably being paid a lot of money to keep the rumors going.

>It was the number one headline in practically every country, every state of America; it was on talk shows, on the news, the radio and in every magazine and yet the rumors disappeared in under a week. 

>Only mention of it before Liam’s ‘confirmation’ were small snippets in magazines, most of which were making fun of the whole situation and were repeating what was said in other magazines. There was no new information. 

>Each article had a different story. One day she was 10 weeks, next day she was 11 weeks and then a few days afterwards she was 12 weeks. Like make your mind up Modest! the baby will be coming out tomorrow at this rate.

>Before any rumors surfaced at all, a plastic baby was thrown on the stage at one of the One Direction concerts and Louis insisted it was a fake baby even though it was clear that it was in fact a plastic baby. He continued to repeat 'Its fake’ and 'it isn’t real’ while Liam even added his own 'its fake, it is fake’ before Louis then threw the baby back into the audience. Few days later, the baby bombshell happened. 

>Magazines also stated that Jay (Louis’ mum) is now really close with Briana even though she is in Doncaster and Briana is in LA so they have never met in person. 

>When leaving a club back in May (the time that they met each other) with Briana, Louis was followed by a group of paparazzi’s, one of which asked him to pose for the camera with the unknown-mum-to-be and simply said 'this one is for The Sun, bro’. That picture was never seen until The Sun released their headline of Louis becoming a dad. Suspicious much. 


>Ashley, Briana’s cousin, recently released a snapchat picture that she took on one of their nights out back in May. Funny thing is, you would think its an ordinary selfie if it weren’t for the fact that Louis and Briana are seen clearly in the background with their hands all over each other and looking all intimate. The angle at which the photo is taken shows that Ashley was not meaning to take a selfie at all and was trying to instead capture the 'loved up looking’ couple. (And yet Louis says him and Briana are just very close friends now, yeah because you stand that close and intimate with a platonic friend, yeah where does that sound familiar? That’s right Larry. Modest knew we would assume that Briana and Louis are together simply because a lot of us believe Larry are together because they communicated at the exact same close intimacy as Briana and Louis are doing in that snapchat). The snapchat post was later deleted but gave enough time for 1D update accounts to find it before it disappeared. 


>Briana is pregnant yet she has been seen out clubbing as though she isn’t pregnant at all. She is also almost 4 months pregnant and isn’t showing any baby bump. 

>Not only this but Briana and Louis met drunk. They left the club drunk. They have only been around each other drunk. And when someone is that drunk, they can easily be manipulated into doing anything therefore management could make Louis doing anything with Briana, like take pictures, so they had everything they needed for this baby scandal. 

Liam’s 'confirmation’:

My theory to that here.

>Liam says that Louis is excited about the baby, well if he is that excited then why can’t Louis confirm it himself? 

>Liam also stated that Briana is 'a very lovely girl’ yet he has never met her. 

>Its also extremely strange how this 'confirmation’, even if it has been confirmed as a fake, was released the day before their GMA interview. Almost as though they were bringing the rumors back up so that it can be properly denied on live TV.


This has obviously been their plan all along. 

It’s also extremely suspicious that in the audio Liam never mentions Louis or the baby. Keep that in mind because something that is said as vague as what Liam said can easily be denied afterwards. 

If management come out and confirm that none of the baby stuff is true we can easily throw that audio back in their faces and say ‘well why did you get Liam to lie to us?’ But of course the audio is extremely vague enough for management to say 'Liam never really confirmed anything’ and it can easily be brushed off. The management can also say that the audio was indeed edited because there is proof of that and they can say they had no part in it whatsoever. 

Also Sugarscape posted the article with a 'clip’ of audio from the whole interview with IN:Demand that is to be aired on August the 8th. That means the audio isn’t live, the interview isn’t live and therefore makes us believe even more that it is edited. 

Of course this is their plan all along and of course it’s going to force the denial from them. And in the end they haven’t got anything to prove that it was all a huge fix and publicity stunt because they keep sources private and interviews vague enough that nothing will fall back on the management or the boys. That’s why Louis wasn’t the one to fake confirm the baby. 

It’s all just one big publicity stunt that has been twisted enough so that in the end, management can deny ever being a part of anything and we would have nothing to prove that they are lying.

Me when I am waiting for my sister to realise she’s been had. She is seriously the most gullible person ever, I once sent her on a wild goose chase looking for “dingleberries” claiming they were a new superfood. No questions asked, she didn’t even think it was odd.

Recently I was eating at this restaurant with our mum and noticed they served water in old rum bottles so I took a photo of mum holding the bottle and sent it to her saying mum had no chill. I also said mum was drunk and kept giggling through a serious play and showed someone her underwear. She fell for that too which was fantastic!

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Hi guys, as you might already know, i’m back from the con! So that means it’s time to post cosplay photos.
First of all, here’s my Young!Wu cosplay. I know that it’s more than half a year old now, but this was the first chance to make one or more nice photos, as my mum let me take our new, pretty good camera with me to Advík.

The photos were taken on Friday by my friend Sabina, in the garden of the blue school in which the con took place.

Extra: 2 silly photo “bloopers”

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(a fail selfie…)

harpersbazaar.com
A Day in The Life of Princess Eugenie of York
The spirited, art-loving young royal juggles her family obligations with a very modern career.

 The spirited, art-loving young royal juggles her family obligations with a very modern career

Eugenie of York is sitting in the TV room of her family home, Royal Lodge, in Windsor Great Park. It’s the definition of comfy cozy, with family pictures scattered around and Norfolk terriers wandering in and out. Eugenie, 26, the younger daughter of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson, has just completed a shoot for Bazaar in the lodge’s sitting room. During the week, however, she lives in London and works as an associate director at the contemporary-art gallery Hauser & Wirth. Before returning to London in 2015, she spent two years in New York as a specialist at the online auction house Paddle8. Art is in Eugenie’s bones as much as the monarchy.

6:45 A.M. I get up around 6:45 to start exercising by 7. I read my personal e-mails when I wake up. My mum always says, “What’s the point of rolling straight out of bed and looking at your e-mails? It can ruin the first few hours of your morning. If you just wait …” But I really can’t! I go to the park from 7 to 8. I do circuits, which I love because they’re quick: burpees, squat jumps, lunges, the whole lot. It’s much better, as I can’t run for a long time. Or I go with my best friend to this amazing, women-only gym called Grace Belgravia. If I need to pick up some groceries, I go to Waitrose, right next to my gym. In the morning class, I can smell the fresh croissants coming in and I’m like, “Don’t do this to me!”

8:15 A.M. I come home, have a shower, get dressed. My first conversation is often with my mum, saying, “Good morning, what are you doing today?” Or it’s with my boyfriend, Jack. Sometimes I don’t speak until I get in to work and talk to the team. Or it’s my doggie Jack—yes, my boyfriend and my dog have the same name—total accident! If you can call that a conversation. [Laughs.]

8:45 A.M. I do my makeup in the car. I’m really good at doing it on the move! I use Charlotte Tilbury and Bobbi Brown—Charlotte’s mascara and Bobbi Brown bronzer. They are geniuses.

Alberta Ferretti gown, 9,850, 888-774-2424; Bulgari earrings, price upon request, bulgari.com.Alex Bramall

9:00 A.M. I start at work. The Hauser & Wirth London office is on Savile Row. I moved back from New York last year to join the gallery. I work with colleagues in London as well as our galleries in L.A., New York, Somerset in the U.K., and Zurich. Part of my job is planning special projects, supporting the artists in the gallery and managing events. We work with many artists and estates around the world, including Mike Kelley, Philip Guston, and, most recently, Lygia Pape. We have been working with some of our artists from the time the gallery was founded almost 25 years ago, like Pipilotti Rist. I’ve loved art since I was very little. I knew I definitely wouldn’t be a painter [laughs], but I knew this was the industry for me. I love being able to share my passion for art with people. If someone doesn’t understand something, you have the ability to suggest, “Maybe you can look at it this way.” That’s what I find most thrilling about working in a gallery. A seminal moment for me, at age 16, was when I saw a Jean-Michel Basquiat show in New York. Basquiat is my hero. I did a study on him at school, and learned to paint like him. I’d never done anything like that! But art is all around us—sculpture, architecture, fashion …

10:00 A.M. I wear a dress and boots to work. I’ve started wearing high heels, which is so grown-up. But they’re painful by the end of the day. I look at people wearing heels in movies and I’m like, “How do they do that?” For clothes, I love Sandro and Maje. Zara is great for work, and bits from Topshop. My favorite is my lace bomber jacket from Essentiel Antwerp. And I live in my Rag & Bone ankle boots.

11:00 A.M. At work, I read the New York Times arts section, Artnet, the FT, and Contemporary Art Daily. I don’t get newspapers delivered; I read news online. I also follow some incredible Instagram accounts, like other galleries’, Christie’s, Sotheby’s, also Klaus Biesenbach from MoMA PS1. He recently posted artist Katharina Grosse, who spray-painted a house in the Rockaways [New York] that was ruined during [Hurricane] Sandy. It’s an amazing artwork.

1:00 P.M. For lunch, I walk over to the Detox Kitchen, which is right across Regent Street in Kingly Court. They do the best food, all healthy. There’s often a queue outside. I try to not eat at my desk because it’s good to go outside, especially in the summer, and it’s always fun to explore Soho. During the day I drink everything from green tea to coffee, Diet Coke to fizzy water.

3:00 P.M. We usually have team meetings in the afternoon to discuss plans for events such as the next Venice Biennale, where Phyllida Barlow is representing the U.K. and Mark Bradford the U.S.

5:00 P.M. In the evenings, I often have engagements related to my family or a charity I support. Hauser & Wirth is very accommodating and understanding of my sense of duty. So I’ll work until 5 P.M., then leave to do the engagement. My sister, Bea, and I have charities we’re patrons of. We also try to support Granny and Grandpa in any way we can because that is what family is for.

“I look at people wearing heels in movies and I’m like, ‘How do they do that?’

6:00 P.M. I’ll go home, change, and go to the event. I love trying new looks. I don’t want to be pigeonholed. You wear the same thing twice? Great. If you don’t, great! And if that means wearing a green Sandro dress, great. I wore that to Granny’s birthday parade, with a Vivien Sheriff hat. I also wore this amazing red Eponine dress for Granny’s 90th-birthday service at St. Paul’s.

8:00 P.M. I like to go out for dinner when I can. My friends and my boyfriend love trying new places. I collect restaurant cards. (I also collect airplane tickets, by the way—since I was 16. One day, I’m going to turn them into wallpaper and paste it into my cupboard.) Two of my favorite restaurants in London are Bocca di Lupo and the Palomar in Soho. For dinner, when I’m being good, I cook my own food. When I’m being really bad, it’s Basilico pizza. My favorite drink is vodka soda with loads of lime. Can’t beat that.

10:00 P.M. When I get home depends on whether there’s an art opening, or if I have an event or a dinner. If I’m home, I cook and watch TV. It’s very relaxed. At the moment I’m watching How to Get Away With Murder—Viola Davis, she’s insanely good—andOutlander, my favorite. When I’m with Jack, we watch The Walking Dead, which we’re obsessed with. Maybe Game of Thrones is our next thing. I don’t watch reality shows, but I love cooking programs. Indulgences? Chips—fries, as you say—Diet Coke, nuts! Cashew nuts with mustard are the best. Netflix.

11:00 P.M. I wash my face with Jo Malone Eucalyptus & Mint cleanser. My bedroom is full of photos my parents have taken. Mumsy took one of an elephant spraying water on its back, which is incredible, and there’s one Papa took of Balmoral Castle. I’ve got a lot of art that needs to be put on the walls. And there are shoes everywhere.

12:00 A.M. Sadly, my bedtime is late. Less than seven hours’ sleep? I guess so! What can’t I live without? My family. That sounds cheesy, but I really can’t. Especially my mum. I wouldn’t be able to make tough decisions without her. And my sister. My mum always says that we’re the only ones who know exactly what’s going on in each other’s lives. My father as well. He’s the rock. And I couldn’t live without my doggies. [Laughs.] What might people be surprised to learn? That I have a full-time job. And I have metal rods in my back keeping me straight. I was born with scoliosis and had an operation when I was 12. Those rods live with me permanently.”

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I’ve just got back from a week in Latvia with my Mum, and I’ll need to catch up on sleep tonight (we were up at 4am for the plane home, which would’ve been 2am UK time), but I want to get some pics posted too - a selection from the 200 or so I took.

The food was amazing, lots of fresh fruit. We spent quite a bit of time at St. Peter’s church. (Apparently it was burning the day my grandfather left Latvia - it’s been burned and rebuilt several times.) We took lots of photos at the freedom monument; it was right outside our hotel. I circled the Nativity of Christ Cathedral trying to catch the light at a good angle; we spent about 20 seconds looking inside too, but there was a creepy ethnic Russian guy ranting in Latvian about how we’d die if we took photos, so we left pretty quickly. (He followed us out, spat on the ground, then turned to the church and crossed himself.)

The bronze animals outside Riga Cathedral were pretty cute, and I found some interesting graffiti nearby. The gift shops were full of amber, and a cat at the Ethnographic Museum spent about an hour sitting on my lap; eventually I had to shift her, since Mum was getting bored, but she was a sweetie.

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In which I totally was Alya. 

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I only wanted a bad excuse to show you guys this photo I took last summer :D An old man found this little fellow and as we stopped he told me and my friend that it’s a “death’s head hawk moth”. Sooo yeah.

WE BASICALLY FOUND HAWK MOTH!!!11  #omgwtfbbq
(or an Akuma taking a break lol)

(PS: I didn’t touch it haha ♥)

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It was quite a lovely article I loved it , maybe a bit too much info about her schedule. Like I always suspected the York girls may not be working royals, but they seem expected to help out their family duty wise, not that the girls seem to mind. Unfortunately the press rather paint them as lazy. I hope that harpers bazaar does a day in the life of Princess Beatrice of York next.

By Laura Brown and Photographs by: Alex Bramall; Fashion Editor: Hayley Caine 

The spirited, art-loving young royal juggles her family obligations with a very modern career. 

Eugenie of York is sitting in the TV room of her family home, Royal Lodge, in Windsor Great Park. It’s the definition of comfy cozy, with family pictures scattered around and Norfolk terriers wandering in and out. Eugenie, 26, the younger daughter of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson, has just completed a shoot for Bazaar in the lodge’s sitting room. During the week, however, she lives in London and works as an associate director at the contemporary-art gallery Hauser & Wirth. Before returning to London in 2015, she spent two years in New York as a specialist at the online auction house Paddle8. Art is in Eugenie’s bones as much as the monarchy.

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Analog photography is amazing but sometimes it happens to be anoyying yet so interesting, example: this photo it’s a triple or I don’t even know how much exposured photo of photos I took in Ukraine. When I showed this to my mum she said her first impression of this was ‘ war ‘ which is pretty interesting due to the critic situation that is in Ukraine at the moment. ..

Remember Us

Summary: In this imagine, you and Harry have a child together. You two are no longer dating, but you still care about each other.

“Darcy, are you okay?” I asked my five-year old daughter, who was staring absentmindedly out her window.

“Why can’t you hang out with me and daddy?”

I sighed. No matter how many times Harry and I explained it to her, Darcy wouldn’t accept that we were over. I hated the fact that she had to see us seperate at such a young age. She couldn’t possibly understand any of it.

“Darce, we talked about this. Mommy and daddy…we love you so much.”

“But you don’t love each other. That’s why I stay with you, and daddy stays with his friend.”

I nearly swerved out of my lane. Focus, Y/N. I gazed at Darcy through the mirror. She had a frown on her face. Her little button nose scrunched up, and I couldn’t help but wonder who this friend was.

“You mean a friend like your uncles?”

She twiddled her fingers together. “Uncle Niall and Louis played with me last weekend but no. Not them. His friend is a girl like you and me.”

I laughed. Then I sobered up. “Do you like daddy’s friend?”

“I don’t know.”

I could hear the sadness in my little girl’s voice. It hurt knowing there was nothing I could do about it. I pulled into Harry’s driveway and parked.

“We’re here, pumpkin!”

She smiled in excitement. I got out of the car. Then I skirted around the car to open her door. I unbuckled her seatbelt, and she was off like a rocket.

“Darcy, wait!”

I ran after her up the stairs to the front door. Darcy left soft knocks upon his door, making a song out of excessive drumming. Harry opened the door, grinning down at his daughter.

“Hey, kiddo.” He swept her up in his arms, swinging her around. I walked in and shut the door behind me. I placed her backpack onto the foyer table. “Why don’t you go and get you toys from your room, so we can play?”

Darcy ran up to her room with a wild grin on her face. She couldn’t have looked more like her father if she tried.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi. Um, we need to talk about something.”

He put his hands in his pockets, swinging his left leg against the white-tiled floor. “Shoot.”

“Are you seeing someone?”

He eyed me intensely. I could see the inner battle he was having with himself to lie his way out of this or tell me the truth.

“I am actually. Her name’s-”

I cut him off. “I don’t need to know. I just want to make sure you’re being careful about who you let into Darcy’s life.”

His face was blank. “You honestly think I would let some stranger into my daughter’s life?”

“Harry, I don’t want to fight with you. Darcy needs to be stable right now. Some random girl you-”

“Daddy! Daddy! Look, we can play with princess Elsa and Anna. Are you staying mummy? I’ll let you have my polly dolls.” Darcy exclaimed, running back into the foyer.

“No, I’m leaving now-”

The door opened behind me. I turned around expecting to see one of the boys, but a tall women was there instead. She was beautiful.

Her blonde hair looked wind swept and voluminous. She was dressed to a tee in versace and jimmy choos. Meanwhile, I was in a pair of mom jeans and a blouse.

“Harry, you didn’t tell me we were having company. I would have left the mall earlier.”

“This is just Darcy’s mum, Y/N.” Harry said.

Ouch. Since when did I become just Darcy’s mom? If I recall once upon a time I was much more than that.

“Y/N, it is so nice to finally meet the mother of this little angel. Darcy is a joy to be around. We would love to have her around more often. I’m Katy.”

I shook her hand. “Thank you, Katy. We’ll just have to see about that.”

“In the meantime, why don’t you stay for dinner?”

Harry interrupted, a panicked look on your face. “Y/N was just leaving.”

“No, I want mummy to stay. Please!!!” Darcy cried, clinging to Harry’s leg.

I could see the indecision on his face. I had nothing better to do, but it was obvious he didn’t want me there.

“Fine. Your mum can stay.”

Katy clapped her hands along with Darcy. Harry smiled watching the two of them bonding with each other.

“I’ll get started on dinner.” Katy chirped, practically skipping into the kitchen.

Darcy took my hand and tugged on it. “Mum, come and see my room.”

She dragged me up the stairs. I had to admit that it was nice to see her so excited. It’s been too long to see that genuine smile of hers. We entered her pale pink room, which was full of toys and such. I sauntered around the room looking at every detail. Just beside her bed was a photo on her nightstand of the three of us the day she was born. I seemed to lose all control once I saw it.

“Mum, why are you crying? Are you sad?”

I wiped my face, kneeling down to Darcy. I pointed to the picture. “I remember that day like the back of my hand. Your dad and I were the happiest we have ever been.”

“That was the best day of our lives.” Harry spoke, leaning in the doorway. “Darcy, can you give me and mummy a minute?”

She nodded, confusion still on her face. Then she took one last glance of the two of us before disappearing down stairs. I sighed.

“She’s nice.”

“Who?”

“Katy. She seems good for Darcy.”

“Listen, Y/N, Katy and I aren’t serious.”

I squinted, trying to piece together the parts of the puzzle. “Then why is she downstairs cooking dinner for us…including our daughter? Harry, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know.”

“Why are we even having this conversation? I don’t want to hear about whatever flings you have going on. Just keep Darcy out of it. I don’t want her to get hurt when that girl ends up leaving.”

Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “That’s just the thing, Y/N. I don’t know anything. I don’t know why I string Katy along or why you come to mind when I fall asleep next to her.”

I laughed. “Okay. Harry, I think you’re tired. We have been over for a year now. That’s long behind us. All we have left together is Darcy.”

“I’m not tired. What I’m feeling isn’t some symptom of lost sleep, Y/N. It’s a symptom of losing you. I think I made the wrong decision when I signed those papers.”

I looked at Harry in awe. It took him a year to know what he’s feeling. It took him a year to actually tell me the truth.

“Don’t you remember how much we fought, Harry? It was never healthy for us or Darcy. Things are better this way.”

A tear slipped from his eye. “I remember that, but I also remember us and what we had. We outweighed all of that. At least with you, I knew who I was. I knew that I loved you. Y/N, I still do.”

Part two is now up. Love ya xoxo

Lucy’s Loft 89 Experience

OK there’s probably a lot of typos in this I am so sorry. I proof read it a few times but I feel like there still will be ones I’ve missed.

If you want this to be easier to read, here it is in parts:
Part 1 Before the ShowPart 2 Getting Picked for Loft 89Part 3 During the ShowPart 4 ACTUAL LOFT 89 RGJEFMND

28th November 2015

We had driven up from Canberra, raced into the hotel, got dressed and it was time to go.

The second we walked out of our hotel room a hotel staff member was like ‘oh my gosh I gotta take a picture of you guys so I can show my daughter!!’ and it was awesome. We got so many stares walking out of the hotel but also heaps of compliments which was awesome because we have spent months making these costumes. We also used hundreds of hot glue gun sticks. I got to meet Grace (aka @cantevenswift on Instagram and @gracetheswiftie on tumblr) and her mum, @babyjustsayswift from Instagram and Sasha (@screamingcolour on Instagram) which just made me AUSHBJDFNS. We were also filmed by the guys making the rumoured and kind of confirmed Tour DVD walking around the stadium and it was just SO EXCITING!! Sydney Olympic Park staff also took photos of us for their social media pages and I just IUDGHVFSJA IT WAS SO COOL.

We got into the stadium and lined up to buy merchandise, bought dinner (which consisted of two cups of hot chips and coke wow so healthy), then I went to line up for the Taylor Nation booth but the line was extending all the way around the stadium so when Vance was going to start soon I decided to leave because I really really wanted to see him.

VANCE WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE! He played From Afar and Red Eye which are my TWO FAVOURITE SONGS OFF DREAM YOUR LIFE AWAY and he was amazing and Georgia with all the phone lights made me so emo ahhh.

The second Feel So Close started, me and @kealieswift (aka my best friend Kealie) lost it because Taylor Swift was going to be RIGHT BEFORE OUR VERY EYES in a few minutes. Everyone around us was confused at why we were screaming but little did they know…

Then the lights went down, the beats of Welcome to New York started and Kealie and I began bawling and screaming. I was overcome with emotion and the battery pack for the lights around the edges of my guitar broke because I was ‘raving too hard’ or in the words of Taylor Swift ‘thrashing’. Then my headband broke too. However it was okay because Taylor was absolutely incredible and I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT TO WITNESS EVERYTHING LIVE. HER VOCALS WERE AMAZING AND SHE WAS AMAZING AND ALL HER SPEECHES MADE ME UGEYASHDJKKOPDFIHJDS. New Romantics was amazing and I the best thing was aggressively screaming AAAAHHHH at the beginning of the chorus and of course Taylor being SLAY SLAY SLAY. Come Blank Space, we were screaming ‘HIT ME WITH YOUR GOLF CLUB’ and ‘boys only want love if it’s torture SYDNEY’ a lot. THE CHOREOGRAPHY FOR THE TOUR WAS JUST SO INCREDIBLE AND THE DANCERS OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO TALENTED UWEFDJAKSL.

WE WERE UP TO I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED.

I had seen the lady from Taylor Nation standing in front of us with her back turned but I didn’t realise she was from Taylor Nation and was honestly focusing on the I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE INTRO WHICH MAKES ME SO AHHHH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. IT IS SO GOOD AND AMAZING. Then the intro ended and the intense violin section began and WHAT DO YOU KNOW.
THE TAYLOR NATION LADY WALKS OVER TO US.
‘Hi girls!’
‘Hi’
‘Is it just the two of you?’
‘Yes!’
‘Have you guys ever met Taylor before?’
*SCREAMING* NO OH MY GOD NO NO OH MY
‘You promise?’
‘YES WE SWEAR’
‘You’re going to Loft 89’
‘EYUGHJFSDIUHJ *SCREAMING* OH MY GOD OH MY GOD’
*MORE SCREAMING* ‘OH MY GOD OH MY GOD*
‘WE’RE MEETING TYALOR SWIFT WE’RE MEETING TYALOR SWIFT’
‘ARE YOU SERIOUS’

Then the lady gave us the wristbands.
‘Hold onto this paper okay and then meet me at that section after the show’
‘THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH’
*MORE SCREAMING*
‘OH MY GOD, WE’RE MEETING TAYLOR SWIFT WHAT THE HELL’
*CRYING*

SO THAT HAPPENED.

The rest of the show was absolutely flawless and Taylor was so SO SO AMAZING. SHE PLAYED ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY AND THIS LOVE AND YOU ARE IN LOVE AND WHEN I SAID HOW AMAZING THAT WAS THAT WE HEARD ALMOST THE ENTIRE ALBUM SHE WAS LIKE ‘Yeah I just decided tonight I wanted to play the whole thing’ OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT I’M SO ANNOYED I CAN’T REMEMBER EXACTLY.
HER VOCALS WERE SO ON POINT I WAS JUST AIOJDSHJFDS and the guys doing the filming for the rumoured Tour DVD came over and filmed us so much and we were flailing, crying, screaming, thrashing and dying so I wonder how we’ll look if we end up on the DVD… I was honestly scared for everyone around us.

OK SO A FEW THINGS:
BLANK SPACE BRIDGE !!!!!
I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE INTRO AND HIGH NOTE !!!!!!!!!
HOW YOU GET THE GIRL OUTFIT AND INTRO FOR THE COSTUME CHANGE AND CHOREOGRAPHY AND THE BRACELET COLOURS AND THE ENERGY OF THE PERFORMANCE !!!!!!!!
I KNOW PLACE BRIDGE AND HIGH NOTES AND GIOUREFHJDSAIJDFJ THE COSTUME IGTGTG
ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY BACK AND THE CHOREGRAPHY BYE
YOU ARE IN LOVE ACOUSTIC WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I CRIED (I WAS ALREADY CRYING BUT STILL) AND HER GUITAR SKILLS AND CHANGED MELODY FOR THE HIGH NOTE BITS AND THE AUDIENCE ECHOING I GTGTTG
CLEAN SPEECH ENOUGH SAID
CLEAN IN GENERAL THE THINGS ON THE SCREEN EFUIBDSHA AND HER VOCALS
ok bloody hell don’t even get me started on LOVE STORY REMIX LIVE THIS SONG MADE ME THE MOST EMOTIONAL BECAUSE IT WAS IN 2008 WHEN I HEARD THAT SONG THAT I FELL IN LOVE WITH TAYLOR AND ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS MEET HER BECAUSE SHE MEANT SO MUCH TO ME AND THEN THAT NIGHT I WAS MEETING TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT OK BYE
STYLE- OK THIS OUTFIT I S2G AND HER VOCALS THE COOL ROLLIN THE DANCERS DO DOWN THE CATWALK AND HER STRUTTING EWFBISUDJXZ
THIS LOVE IS GOOD THIS LOVE IS BAD THIS LOVE IS ALIVE BACK ON THE SETLIST AND IS SO BEAUTIFUL I WANTED TO DIE DOIFBHJDNMC I LOVE TAUYLOR SWIGY5TRFD
BAD BLOOD - OK THE INTRO VIDEO AND THEN THE TABLE AND HER VOCALS AND HARDCORE INTENSE VOCALS AND CHOREOGRAPHY
WANEGBT ROCK VERSION- ‘MUCH COOLER THAN MIIIIINNNEEE’ OK BYE BYE BYE THE VOCALS AND THE GUITAR AND MY GUITAR MATCHED HER GUITAR IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER
WILDEST DREAMS ENCHANTED - OK HOLY CRAP THE ALIEN PIANO AND HER VOCALS AND SPEAK NOW FEELS I WAS CYRFNfhds AND THE LONG HIGH NOTE GTGTTG
OUT OF THE WOODS - BYE BYE BYE BYE THE REPEATED HIGH NOTE VERSION OF THE BRIDGE AND FLYING PAPER AIRPLANES I GRES I CANT EVEN IT WAS SO AMAZING
SHAKE IT OFF - THAT REVOLVING STAGE AND THE BLUE OUTFIT AND HER ADORABLE DANCE MOVES AND THE CONFETTI JUST IERNFDMXHUID GOODBYE

Now for the bit you’ve all been waiting for… LOFT 89.
So the security would not let us out of the section because they needed to let out other people first and Kealie and I were panicking because we were worried we would miss the admin stuff where they told us the rules and led us to the room.

It was a good 10 minutes (and felt like hours to be honest) before we could leave our section. My friends Anna and Connie came over and said hi (they were on the floor) and then I showed our Loft pass and we all freaked out (I wish I could’ve taken them with me because they so deserved it). Finally we were let out of our section (carrying around 7 bags of merch between us) and we literally ran across the stadium floor and there were heaps of people staring and I could hear them saying 'oh my god they got it!’. Heaps of people were congratulating us and being super nice, it was crazy. We found two other girls (Chloe and ___ who had amazing costumes. They are the nicest people ever and really deserved to meet Taylor, which made me so happy they got Loft ahhhh). We asked security where section 130 was (which was the section the pass said to go to) and this lady took us to the section. We told her we got Loft 89 and were going to meet Taylor and she was so happy and excited for us. She also gave Chloe her number and told her to text her- not really sure why, but the lady was so nice and ahh.

We were waiting in the seats of the section but then found out everyone was waiting outside of the section in the corridors of the stadium. So we went there and security, Taylor Nation (including the lady that gave us the pass who I believe was Ali) and everyone else who had gotten Loft. There was only one group, a middle aged couple, who weren’t dressed up and got Loft. Everyone else was dressed up with lights and everything and their costumes were AMAZING. We were all talking and freaking out. WE WERE ABOUT TO MEET TAYLOR SWIFT.

Soon, we all walked back into the main stadium and sat down in a section. An iPad was passed around and we all had to fill out a survey thing with our name, phone number, gender, country and birthday. Then Ali told us all the rules: we were not allowed to take any videos, but could takes as many photos in Loft as we wanted until Taylor came. We could get one photo per group and we would get a pre-signed photo. So we weren’t able to get any personal signed things.

Then we all got up to walk to Loft 89. I was legitimately walking to a room where I WOULD BE MEETING MY IDOL OF SEVNE YEARS, TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. We didn’t walk that far, just up some stairs and then 100m down another corridor. They had set up the room and the walls were made out of curtains. It was a lot smaller than I had imagined. When we walked in, to the left they had a table with cookies and pizza. There was also a big bucket next to the table filled with water  and coke and diet coke cans. Next to the main table with cookies and pizza there was a bar-table with bottles of water on it. Then at the back of the room they had set up 3 couches with a coffee table in the middle. Then on the right wall there was another bar table with stools. They had a sectioned off another little separate room and later on we would line up to go into that room to meet Taylor. We all chilled and talked, I ate a cookie but then I was too jittery and nervous to eat anymore. I took lots of photos on my camera of the room (and they mostly turned out blurry from my hand shaking too much from excitement, nervousness and AFDSUK-ness). I took a coke can & a water bottle from the table and then we took group photos of everyone in Loft on polaroid cameras & people’s phones. We fixed the batteries in our lights and then tried to make our faces less red and hair more presentable but as you can see in the photo my face is red from crying and my hair is not great (especially next to Taylor’s EXTREMELY ON FLEEK EYELINER AND HAIR).

Then we were asked to line up in groups to go into the sectioned off room to meet TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. We all lined up and it was just IUHJFSS I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT WAS HAPPENING.

THEN ANDREA WALKED IN. THE REAL MAMA SWIFT WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF ME. She said hi to everyone and gave us all hugs. She complimented everyone’s costumes and said she loved our guitars and tutus. Kealie said 'it’s so amazing seeing you in real life and not on tumblr you’re so beautiful’ and  then Andrea said me and Kealie were beautiful and WE DIED. DEAD. RIP ME. I WAS TOO IN SHOCK TO TALK PROPERLY BUT MAMA SWIFT IS SO NICE, LOVELY, FUNNY, ADORABLE, SWEET AND KIND AND BEAUTIFUL AND I JUST ERSHJDFIDOGUHRJFKD. Kealie was lucky enough to get a selfie with her- my phone had died by that point and I had put down my vlogging camera somewhere and couldn’t find it. We took photos with her and she was just SO SO SO LOVELY I WANTED TO DIE.

Then.
It.
Was.
Time.

There were 7 groups and Aidan who was by himself (who had a jacket just like Taylor’s one in Welcome to New York!!) altogether. I think we were the third group to go in. While lining up to go into the little room to meet her I could see Taylor through the crack in the curtain and suddenly I was hit with the realisation that my IDOL OF SEVEN YEARS who’s music I had grown up with. I had watched her blossom from a beautiful teenage girl to a beautiful young woman. I had watch her go from the Fearless Tour to her sold out 76,000 strong stadium show at ANZ Stadium on the 1989 World Tour. She had inspired me and shaped the life it was today.

Taylor is the reason I had embarked on my journey to become someone in the music industry- playing hundreds of gigs over my lifetime. In fact, the night before the show I had won a $4000 prize back at the Lift Off Youth Music competition to produce an EP. Taylor has been with me through good times and bad, and I am just so thankful to have her in my life.
I love Taylor Swift.

And after seven years of dreaming of this moment, growing from a little girl singing into her hairbrush to Love Story to a teenager finally letting go of the past with Innocent, Clean and Shake It Off on repeat, it was happening. I was going to get to meet the girl who had unknowingly put my little pieces back together. I was meeting Taylor Alison Swift.

I had planned what I was going to say to her but the second I walked into the room I was wonderstruck by her beauty and grace. She said 'HEYYY GIRLS!’ greeted us with the warmest smile and reached out her arms to hug us. The minute I embraced her everything in my life felt just right. And to top it off, I got to be with my idol, queen, Aunt, role model and inspiration with my best friend Kealie.

Taylor was so graceful, incredible, amazing, beautiful and smelt so good. Her smile could light up the whole town and she made me feel so loved and special. She complimented our guitars and we talked about our costumes. I told her we did a lot of hot glue gunning and probably got lots of hot glue gun scars. Taylor laughed and then pointed to the scar on her leg. Kealie said 'YOU’RE NOT A ROBOT’ and Taylor did this adorable little robot dance like she does in Shake It Off. I told her the music shop I go to donated real strings to put on my sign prop guitar and she said 'tell them thank you!!’ and she looked at the strings and said 'you even put them in the right order’. We told her Kealie had stuck on all 9000 diamantes onto her guitar and Taylor was amazed. She also pointed out our pegs and polaroids. I then asked her about her ankle brace and she said it’s been painful for a while but if she ices it it’s usually okay and we said we hoped it gets better soon. Then we took photos and because Kealie is tall she leaned her head on Taylor’s shoulder. I was too short *cries* (I’m joking) and Taylor put her hand on my shoulder and I lost it. We took the photo (the Taylor Nation lady took two and I’m not sure why but AHHHHH IT WAS SO COOL) then it was time to go. We told Taylor we loved her and I thank you for being with me for 7 years and for everything and how I remember the album livestreams and she said 'thank you for paying attention to all that!’ and I said of course I would (not sure why). Then she said 'I love you!’ and we DIED. I HAD JUST MET TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. AFTER SO LONG OF THINKING ABOUT THE SCENARIO IN MY HEAD. REUFSDNMLKERNMDSKRGNMF,SDHJERBG NMFD I EFSCIXUH WAS HOW I WAS FEELING WHEN I WALKED OUT. I WAS PRACTICALLY SCREAMING. The Taylor Nation lady handed Kealie the two signed photos and then I just OEUFSM,ZX.

Then the security said we had to go but we had left bags in the main Loft room as we weren’t allowed to take anything into the room Taylor was in except Kealie’s phone (because that was what we were taking the photos with). So we went back in, sorted out our bags and then I took one last look around the room. I had just met Taylor Alison Swift. Out of 76,000 people I was one of 21 people chosen to meet Taylor. There was a 0.027% chance (I calculated it) of getting chosen for Loft 89 to meet Taylor and for some crazy and amazing reason during our thrashing, screaming, dying, scringing (sing-screaming), dancing, sign waving, my best friend and I were picked out of the crowd and had wristbands put around our wrists and handed a Loft 89 pass.

I will be forever grateful for the experience. Thank you to everyone who made the day possible: stadium staff, tour staff, managers, cleaners, people who set up the stage, sound guys, dancers, the band and backup singers, Taylor Nation, the Novotel staff, Taylor’s family and friends, my parents, Kealie’s parents, whoever made and sold our tutus, cardboard, lights and hot glue, security and most importantly Taylor herself. Thank you, thank you, thank you. (I may have missed someone but I will add them in as I think of them). It honestly doesn’t feel real that this happened.

To Taylor:
I love you so much. Thank you for everything. Thank you for inspiring me to embark on my journey to become someone in the music industry when I was just nine years old. Thank you for writing beautiful lyrics that have taught me so many lessons. Thank you for going on tour. Thank you for helping me through all the bad times. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for being the soundtrack to my life. Thank you for being a light in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you.

Love from,

Lucy 

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TOMY Bio Volcano photoset [Facet edition]

Something a bit different; I didn’t build this kit. I did paint the armour and treated the plastic but my mother built it and painted the bio zoid skeleton. Mum took one look at my Bio zoids and asked could she make one; she ended up picking the Bio Volcano.

As per my Bio Tyranno and Bio Megaraptor, I treated the plastic with armor-all [tire sealant] which worked spectacularly, including getting a ton of film-gunk off the purple spines. I then did the ‘oil slick’ effect on the armor, added some Uv reactive paint [fifth photo is under blacklight] and glitter to the spines and then handed the kit to mum, who built and glued it together, along with the clear action base it’s standing on.

I had a lot of fun sharing why I love building zoids with my mum and she had tons of fun watching the Bio Volcano take shape when its armor pieces go on.

next in line is a Clear Bio Megaraptor, alongside a Bio Kentro and others. Just in time for my Genesis blu-rays to arrive :D

Sacai A to Z

Every single person that visits me in Tokyo falls in love with Sacai.

Sacai is a brainchild of Japanese designer Chitose Abe. 

She started by working for Comme des Garcons as a patternmaker, (which is the best and at the same time the hardest school of fashion, streching the problem solving abilities and abstract thinking to a whole new level). 

Abe-san took a break to focus on her family and child, and while being a mum and a housewife, she started creating these edgy yet simple outfits that are so practical yet so deconstructed and Sacai was born.

Few weeks back we celebrated a beautiful event of Sacai A to Z book launch, an event where all Tokyo editors and stars came to congratulate Abe-san.

Here is my small photo report from this fantastic night:

First, as Japan is big on taking funny pictures - a special photobooth. Starring my dear friend and Parisian runways makeup artist Hisano Komine.

Next, some iconic Sacai designs

And more

Sacai is always simple, yet sophisticated, it turns a normcore outfit into a timeless piece. A word of advice - do not wait for sales season, majority of designs are far gone by then.

Melody Yoko wearing Sacai dress

And the patchwork mascots

Chitose Abe and Rola 

And the book by Rizzoli

And a special photo-room


Family picture with our favorite stylists

And the outfit props for a photobooth, so fun!

First fall show of Sacai in Paris was the 2012 fall one, yet she was ot a newcomer and Sacai started in Japan in 1999. From home actually. The brand name comes from Chitose Abe’s maiden name Sakai.

Sacai is always lighthearted and joyful, easy and functional and adapted to a speedy life in a large metropolis.

Sacai Flagship address:

サカイ (sacai)
住所:東京都港区南青山5-4-44 南青山シティハウス A-1F, 2F

A-1F,2F Minamiaoyama City House 5-4-44 Minamiaoyama, Minato-ku Tokyo
Tel: +81 3 6418 5977
Store Hours: 12:00 - 20:00

And what will the winter 2015 collection look like?

A dress

A leather and fur jacket

And beautifully constructed knits

Hurry up as those pieces go super quickly.