Evening all, this promise to post more regularly really isn't working out, is it? If I'm honest, I've been in a bit of a work-sleep-drink-recover-repeat cycle since I last posted, so I've not had a huge amount of time in which my brain was functioning highly enough to write.
Not too much of note has been going on with HoH that would be of interest to you; I've been doing a bit less running about the place and more studio-based stuff. Oh, and I went out to the Apple Store in Stratford for them last week, so got to tick "See the Olympic Stadium" off my list of touristiness. Not that I'm that hyped about the Olympics, but it's just one of those things I felt I should be able to say I'd done. Probably the best thing about that day, though, was Henry saying I could have the £70 Apple Gift Card I was given in the store, as a thank you for going, which was fantastic. So, not only was I actually speaking to him a bit (I am seeing him as a bit more of a person now, by the way, but it's still really exciting working with him), but I also had a major iTunes binge. I only got the necessities, of course, such as Never Been Kissed, and the Buffy Once More With Feeling soundtrack, which only affirmed my desire to do a project based on late 90s/early 2000s American high school aesthetics. Not quite sure how I'll work that in, considering (apart from two 2 week projects) second year is all group work, but I'll find a way. There's always my 3rd year collection.
Oh, talking of uni, I passed first year. :D I hadn't realised the results were out, so luckily I hadn't had time to get myself worked up about it. Overall, I got a 2:2, which I'm thoroughly happy with, considering I thought I'd utterly failed my colour project. Plus, I got a 2:1 in my essay, which is only 1/6 of my overall mark, but having prided myself on my English coursework throughout school I was happy to see I could still knock out a decent essay after a year of minimal writing.
Now I'm ridic excited for menswear; if only it wasn't group work. (I'm saying "ridic" a lot now, for some reason.)
The main thrust of this post though, is the photoshoot I threw together with Hannah and Elisabeth (two of the girls I'm living with) a couple of Sundays back. The night before I was helping Hannah get ready to go out (because that's what you do when you're the fashion student of the house) and she suggested it, so the next night we piled half of our clothes on the landing, cracked open the gin, and this is what happened.
Making Onsies (or is it onesies?) Sexy
All clothes models' own
Cleaning or Gin?
Sunglasses by Spitfire (mine), rest of clothes models' own.
There's something slightly Frisky and Mannish to me about these ones.
All clothes models' own.
Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better
All clothes models' own.
It's a Boy Girl Thing
Waistcoats, Shoes, and Dress models' own; Sunglasses by Spitfire and Trousers by Principles circa. 1980 (both mine).
At this point it all got a bit too much for Hannah.
The Eye Glitter That Started It All
Eye Glitter from Anne Summers.
What Happened Last Night?
Shoes, Shorts and Bra model's own, Jacket by Stark Realism circa. 1980 (mine).
Elisabeth Gets Patriotic
Dress and Boots model's own; Jacket by Gap (heavily mutilated), Sunglasses by Spitfire, and Hat Military Surplus, bought from my school's drama department (all mine).
Oh Boy...
Shoes and Top model's own, Shorts by Unconditional (altered to fit) (mine).
I Don't Speak Spanish, But I Like What You're Saying.
Shoes and Skirt model's own, Hat and Scarf (worn as top) by H&M (mine).
Oh, Cheeky!
All clothing models' own, apart from Hat by H&M (mine).
I also did a great slightly military/chains/leather and lace thing with Hannah and Helen for pride, but sadly we didn't really get any good photos.
So, that's pretty much it from me for now. Hopefully I'll be in contact again soon, but with meeting halls friends on Saturday, then Drama people on Monday, and going up to Nottingham next weekend to finally officially move out of the flat, I'm not sure when that'll be. Ah well, I wouldn't be as fun if I were predictable, now would I?
DSH. x
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