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2 June 12

Jenny Holzer

Jenny Holzer

(Source: halesia)

Reblogged: intersouls

28 May 12
ESSEX! #seaside #palm tree #totally tropical (Taken with instagram)

ESSEX! #seaside #palm tree #totally tropical (Taken with instagram)

Posted: 4:30 PM
Essex seaside - Leigh on sea (Taken with instagram)

Essex seaside - Leigh on sea (Taken with instagram)

Posted: 4:25 PM
Aerobatics - there is a girl standing on top of that plane…  #essex  #seaside  #airshow  (Taken with instagram)

Aerobatics - there is a girl standing on top of that plane… #essex #seaside #airshow (Taken with instagram)

Posted: 1:50 PM
Loop the loop #airshow #seaside #essex (Taken with instagram)

Loop the loop #airshow #seaside #essex (Taken with instagram)

Posted: 12:19 PM
Leigh-on-sea! (Taken with instagram)

Leigh-on-sea! (Taken with instagram)

23 May 12
Pretty city (Taken with instagram)

Pretty city (Taken with instagram)

4 May 12

The lower cover of Lindau Gospel, 9th century.

The lower cover of Lindau Gospel, 9th century.

(Source: culturedart.blogspot.com)

Reblogged: intersouls

30 April 12
RIP disco phone (Taken with instagram)

RIP disco phone (Taken with instagram)

19 April 12






Evelyn Waugh wouldn’t be caught dead at your dinner party.
Waugh, one of my favorite misanthropic bastards in literary history, put a lot of effort into putting as much distance between himself & the rest of humanity as possible. To that end, he went to the trouble of printing up these all-purpose “Mr. Evelyn Waugh is not interested in your petty invitations and cordially invites you to fuck off” cards, which he would hand out to people who made demands on him (e.g. aspiring writers seeking critiques of their manuscripts, friends requesting his presence at dinner parties, his children asking him to stop publicly referring to them as “physically inept, monotonous, defective adults who fill me with depression”)


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Evelyn Waugh wouldn’t be caught dead at your dinner party.

Waugh, one of my favorite misanthropic bastards in literary history, put a lot of effort into putting as much distance between himself & the rest of humanity as possible. To that end, he went to the trouble of printing up these all-purpose “Mr. Evelyn Waugh is not interested in your petty invitations and cordially invites you to fuck off” cards, which he would hand out to people who made demands on him (e.g. aspiring writers seeking critiques of their manuscripts, friends requesting his presence at dinner parties, his children asking him to stop publicly referring to them as “physically inept, monotonous, defective adults who fill me with depression”)

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Reblogged: catladysoul

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh