eve rei

the tide pulls me in

2011-10-29T22:27:00.005+01:00

all these photos are from a long time ago, at the height of summer.

for me it feels like a pivotal moment, as though all those hot days swarmed and swam around that day, like metaphorical dish water circling a plug hole.

hot waves lapped off the beach and the wind snipped and snapped yet for the love of me I couldn't stay warm.

xox Eve-Rei

pleasantries

2011-08-28T18:31:00.006+01:00

jumper, illustrated people; white socks, topshop; dusty blue brogues, office; floral shorts, carboot sale

my brogues got wet on that day and have never been the same.

a little yellow smear on my left shoe, where the wet pollen continues to cling.

I'm falling into autumn head first, but my feet are still caked in summer.

xox Eve-Rei

and at once I knew I was not magnificent

2011-08-08T07:31:00.007+01:00

sometimes words speak louder than actions

you sit in a summer breeze, and lust after life

dress, h&m; white socks, topshop; dusty blue brogues, office; crucifix, topshop

summer's rolled on in, and I've just rolled over again in bed

its sad when sickness hits you, because summer is so much better enjoyed outside

and after so much confinement, my patience is wearing thin

me and my parents went to Richmond park and I got to giggle and sit amongst the deer and their newly sprouting antlers.

it was a glorious day, in what could have been a glorious summer.

alas we continue onwards

xox Eve-Rei

polyester brides

2011-06-13T21:14:00.000+01:00

Napoleon Dynamite eat your heart out.

glasses, £1.99, children's society; blouse, £5.99, children's society; wave print shorts, £15, asos; crucifix, gift, topshop

The weather's been a bit schizophrenic lately, but a couple of weekends ago the temperature was mild enough to tempt me and my brother out into the garden after I'd finished work.

Everything I'm wearing there I actually bought that day, save the crucifix, which my sister bought me for my birthday so I could ward off vampires. Though I think it might actually be a preventative so she can secretly ward off me. And sneakily steal my foundation as I've gotten even paler, and can't really use it. I think I'm having delayed stress from the exams; my hair's falling, I'm constantly cold and my legs are really tired. But I'm entertaining the idea of going veggy again, especially after all the dead birds my cat's been bringing in. And shock horror, I've given up cake. Well cake, chocolate, biscuits, breakfast and fast food. But not coffee or tea. They're my life blood.

Summer is here though and can warm up my so called icy heart. You can really tell my sister's big on the compliment front.

Someone donated loads of items to our shop from places like Topshop, so I picked my self up three blouses, a magician coat and those amusing spectacles. Its a real shame we're shutting down, I'll have nothing to do with my saturdays and will miss the company of such lovely people and clothes.

Life goes on I guess.

xox Eve-Rei

p.s Nearly all these photos are on my Tumblr; eve-rei, if that's your preferred blogging apparatus.

graduate fashion week

2011-06-08T17:04:00.008+01:00

So there's me sitting at home, lonely as a pea, fully expecting to stay in my pajamas all day long.

Alas, there I was curled up with Geordie Shore, and then the phone suddenly began a'ringing,

With my uncle phoning to ask if I'd like to go to, drum roll please,

GRADUATE FASHION WEEK

gah

Capitals are needed to express the joy my heart felt.

We had tickets to see the Kingston University show, on Monday, so most had already had there's. I got to have a wonder round the different university's stalls and check out all the places I'm thinking of applying to, and taking a peek at the different students books.

The fashion show was nothing short of superb. The sheer level of quality was almost overwhelming, and with each student you could see a definite aesthetic and appreciation for design. There seemed to be a lot of construction/deconstruction which I really enjoyed, as finding a well tailor design is one thing, but turning cloth into a shape, and then into a design, one which is well executed, is another thing.

All Designs @ The Students of Kingston University

So as to not overload you all with too many photos, I only selected, well a few, the rest can be found here

The 16th photo, which to save you counting is after the dominatrix unicorn, are the designs of Francesca Armstrong, who is actually my old art teacher's daughter. If any of you watch 'This Morning' on ITV you might have seen one of her designs in their graduate competition. How amazing is that?

Do excuse the random heads popping into shot, we were able to blag are way into the blue section next to the catwalk, but my height isn't quite adapted for runway photography. I have the running order of the designers, but my mind was muddled by the sheer velocity of it all, so right now I can't quite recall who's is who's. So if there are any pieces you especially love and wish to know more, I'd be happy to do some investigating and pass on details and names.

I literally have so many prospectuses as home, and that not even the end of it, I still have all my drama ones to come through as well from places like Central and Bristol.

What to do? Where to go? Choices, choices.

xox Eve-Rei

watching white walls

2011-06-02T16:17:00.006+01:00

tehe

its a unicorn

and do you know what unicorns are made of ?

F R E E D O M

sweet, sweet freedom

so finally after a year of grueling, general brain application and grumbling, my A levels are over.

I still can't shake that feeling that I need to be revising, I'll wake up in the morning and think, well how much can I learn today.

Though things might be changing, seeing as I had a dream last night in which I interviewed Obama about his tastes in style.

He enjoys pinstripe suits.

I actually finished my art exam quite a few weeks ago,

It was under the title 'Mystery and Imagination' which basically means EVERYTHING

I did quite like that title.

What it didn't like was that we then had to complete a 200 x 40 cm canvas in 8 hours.

Ridiculous.

It was basically bigger than me.

And as you all know, nothing ever goes right in exams.

Bleach bleed, my white paint mysteriously turned blue and everything kept on drying much lighter than I originally painted.

Oh the woes of an art student.

We also got the chance to submit our previous works to the Royal Academy, so along with my Florence canvas, I also submitted my textiles piece.

This time we had the more specific title of 'Objects Past and Present', which of course called for unicorns.

I really am sensing an equestrian undercurrent in my work. Which is bad as I am crap at painting horses.

Nothing I've submitted will win, but I'm sure my homage to Harry Potter with my light-bolt rabbit will earn massive awesome points.

In my head, that is.

Its basically a massive version of one of those snappy things made out of paper. With loads of freaky looking animals and eyes all over it.

Oh I question my mind sometimes.

With all ym new free time, I'm also making an effort to update my tumblrs, eve-rei and milk-white-teeth

so check them out if you enjoy multiple pictures of cats.

But come on, who doesn't?

xox Eve-Rei

if the ring fits

2011-05-01T09:30:00.007+01:00

The awkward moment were Kate's ring almost didn't go on

I don't think I've ever held my breath for so long

When I die, I'll come back to April 29th, a day, which was pretty much perfection

I got to watch Kate's Grace Kelly-esque dress, get my face painted, have a wisp of my hair on OK! TV, eat cake until I was pretty much sick, and spend it all with my closest friends.

Magical

My family have just burst into my room with a flaming cake, and I mean flaming, in a room filled with paper

So I guess that fire hazard indicates that it might be my birthday

The cheeky bugger sneaks up on me every year

So I guess I'll pop on my princess dress and my new plastic looking legs and head on up to Shoreditch

tehe

xox

Eve-rei

the universe is aligning

2011-04-11T18:43:00.007+01:00

warm breezes beckon

It's the Easter holidays, so that of course means starting my revision procrastination by helping my mum's new love of feng shui, watching reruns of Charmed and course dying my hair all sort of artificial colours.

My Drama exam is finally over, finally, after three months of preparation we finally performed it, so no more angry lesbianism for me

Which also means I've lifted my self imposed, badly upheld computer ban

So with out further ado,

The Fashion Show

I finally navigated the highly confusing iMovie and after a long long period of utter confusion made the original video even more bad quality, but I won't deprive you any further.

But for now I guess this crummy quality video will be the best insight into the show and my impressive inability to walk in a straight line as well as hold the title of shortest one there.

So first is Becki then Olivia then Lucy and then me.

Gosh I really do need a haircut

xox Eve-Rei

all the images were taken by the lovely Habin Kim and Oli Bate

success if it outlasts milk

2011-03-19T10:27:00.008Z

Crazy days my life is now over

But in a good way, a very very good way

The fashion show was the other night, and words can literally not describe my happiness right now

I might actually explode in a shower of glitter, tea and chiffon

But photos and a video will come very soon, seeing as I now have nothing else to do with my time

Except make tents and fill them with unicorns and rotting plants

You know, the usual

There is an explanation for the rotting vegetation.

I've just always loved sheet forts, a tiny tent of comfort for the sleep depraved. It's a small, warm bubble away from all the dark to sit in and pass away those small hours, as the star projector burns golden freckles upon my skin and I feel so warm and settled inside as the world outside is still.

After my art coursework, which has, finally after 7 months of life consumption, been handed in, we got to put on an installation in our school. So I made a tent. With rotting vegetation. And a unicorn.

It was actually pretty surreal sitting in a tent for nearly four hours, with only a small star projector and a stream of people coming and sitting and having a chat.

I enjoy conversing with people in the dark, its a hobby of mine, so it was an intriguing task trying to piece together who was sitting in front of me from just the sound of their voice.

It's a curious feeling holding a belt worth £180 in your hands and seeing a price tag with an explosion-worthy price of £1.99

I felt like a thief, standing there in the Children's Society, handing over my two pound coins

I had to resist the urge to dance

My mum thought it was a fake but all the numbers and 'made in Italy's are all the same as those on the internet

Squee

I don't think I'll ever want to stop working in that shop, it such an unbelievable joy to be surrounded by such lovely clothing

So if anyone's in Surbiton at 2pm on a saturday, come have a chat in the Children's Society. I love talking to costumers, though except that one guy who bought a zombie movie and lectured me on robots and the end of the world.

I've been trying to get ready for summer too, by cutting down on the amount of cake I eat and replacing it with water, because I'm determined to actually look nice in a swimsuit this year. Seriously though, I'm pretty sure if you cut into me you'd find cake.

Okay so I've finally found the cable connecting my camcorder to the computer, so I'll get my video editing cap on.

So in the mean while as I wallow in my technological incompetence, here are some little teaser pictures of my pieces from the fashion show.

tehe

xox Eve-Rei

there must be some toros in the atmosphere

2011-02-23T22:33:00.000Z

I don't think much can excuse that title. I haven't even been watching Bring It On.

My brain is just generally melting.

We had a critique of our art coursework, and I was slaughtered.

Haha, funnily enough my teacher doesn't really like whimsical water-colours and dogs with the eyes of a human.

Though, who does?

But what could possibly cure such artistic blues?

Bedroom dancing in a brightly coloured blouse?

Bring it on

If you didn't already guess, I was being a unicorn, not some gleek without the use of my thumb.

tehe

Sorry for not posting, but my hands have been full for a while.

Full with fabric.

Sorry that was a bad pun, but I've been designing and making a collection for my schools upcoming fashion show, which I am SO excited for.

I've finished one dress, and am working on the next, so I'll post pictures soon, so y'all can see them.

My brain might melt some more form my sheer excitement.

I was going to consider cutting my hair, crazy I know, but then I saw Tangled.

Oh My Good Golly Aunt

I now aspire to have 70ft of hair.

Or become a meet and greet princess at Disney Land, which I can do, if I grow like 2 more inches. And move to America.

I blame the hair for the splurge that just came out of my brain.

And this picture.

oh goldie you do make me so very happy

tehe

xox Eve-Rei

your love and comments are like extremely hairy disney princess, so elegantly wonderful

●

2011-01-21T19:24:00.004Z

I think you can gather that I love circles. Adore them in fact.

I've found a way to cure my bad blog related organizational skills. Whilst I'll still do full length posts on my multi coloured hair, how I'm further plunging myself into debt and my brewing insanity, I'll intersperse the time it takes me to find blog-worthy content with my life in photographs. Circular photographs.

As a certain Meerkat would say. 'Simples'

There's a happy little dog featured quite a lot in these circular contraptions. In art we're building up to our final piece, a textiles piece which will then inspire an installation, within the themes of Memory, Family and Desire.

I desire a dog. And a horse. Thus my piece in all probability will feature some crazy hybrid mash-up of the two.

Tehe

xox Eve-Rei

p.s I found a heat press in the DT rooms. I literally had a mental explosion. I'm so elated right now.

Well until my dad dumped all my dirty plates and cups on my bed. Thanks dad.

♥

2011-01-17T19:13:00.007Z

Oh Noes, my hair has turned a tropical green, what is the meaning of this?

Means I finally got my ass round to dip dying it again. Vicki chose the colour, which I think was an incredibly wise choice, seeing as it pretty much matches everything.

So, as my face is steadily getting more and more troll like (the green hair is not helping.) And it would be like a certified 15 rating to post that kind of ugliness on the web, I've reverted back to old school style, and have put pen to paper, and started to doodle my outfits, as a form of sound procrastination and anger at the seasonal lack of light.

pink cropped jumper ♥ Cos

white maxi ♥ Topshop / £10

golden belt ♥ Fabric Land / cheap as a sheep

velvet strip bolero ♥ Topshop / £35

lace dress ♥ Vila

black body con ♥ H&M

Should I carry on drawing my outfits, or do you all prefer photos?

Christmas was well, Christmas like. I think the only upset of the day was that my mum forgot the peas, so I did not succeed in making a vegetated mash mountain. And I lost miserably at scrabble. Though it was my sister who tried to sneak the word 'wom' in.

And New Years included pina coldas and a good helping of Ben Barnes, so I went into 2011 a very happy bunny.

For the past few weeks the only things I've been able to concentrate the small amount of creative brain cells I have upon, is my art coursework and the second issue of FRINGE magazine.

But when ever I do get stressed and bored from painting transvestite ghost horses, I splurge.

So here are the first of my splurgences.

♥

001. Electric Blue Tea Dress; Asos

gorgeously lurid hue + peter pan collar + lace = the most beautiful dress in the world.

cue bird song and angel choir, I have found my new go to dress.

How could you not fall for such a delectably coloured dress? My poor photography really does it no justice. The colour is like electricity itself. And electricity feels damn good.

Ignore my last sentence. I've lost my mind over the dress.

002. Navy Stripe Velvet Shirt; Topshop; £35

I bought this sadly presale for the christmas party,which was prematurely canceled. I then daringly ducked my head into the Topshop sale, and found it had been reduced in price quite a bit.

Well c'est la vie. I tried to comfort my self by saying they didn't have my size. That sort of worked. Not.

I've been taking heaps of photos of all the cats, since the kittens have disappeared for their surgeries.

Ryuu, was just being as bad-ass as ever and hanging out on my sisters bed. Sadly he did not see the glasses and think, 'ooo I'll just pop em on'

Because that would be too insanely cool. Or ridonkulous, which is my new favorite word.

003. Floral Corduroys; Topshop; £20

I'm not really a trousers person. That's not to say I don't like the clothing clad comfort of the lack of a gentle breeze, but I do find jeans and trousers in general so fiddly and annoying. But I saw these floral beauties for £20 and in my size. I practically screamed, as I'd had my eye on them since they first came out. I always say that 'oh its too expensive, I'll wait until the sale' and finally I've been able to speak the truth.

They're corduroy as well. I swear I'm going to marry a geography teacher when I'm older. Elbow patches + corduroy trousers = my kind of man.

004. Cosmic Print Body-con; Asos; £11

Whenever I wear it, suddenly the robot unicorn attack music comes on in my head, and I'm thrown back to a crystal coloured world. Which I'm not complaining about. Its very short too, though my short legs make it look pretty long

005. Face Necklace; Lazy Oaf; £14

I really do adore Lazy Oaf. All of their stock is just so adorkable.

This necklace is my new favourite piece of jewelry. Its so lovely, and just puts me in a good mood, even that frowny face. Also can you see my sneaky photoshopping skills there, one necklace, both sides. I do admit to being a little chuffed at that. Even though I took me a while to work out how to do it.

I've actually been asked to feature some designs in a fashion show, so that will occupy me for the next few months. So exciting!

I have to leave to babysit the kittens. They've just got back from the snip and can't walk straight. Lulu's still drugged up and Meme's just going manic and has scratched my eye.

Though perfect opportunity for me to invest in some funky doodle eye patches. I'm feeling a little nautical... But don't we all around this time of year?

tehe

xox Eve-Rei

your comments and love and are like precious little pirates, heart-shaped eye patches and all

llamas // the south-american ally of the camel

2010-12-21T20:22:00.007Z

my title speaks the truth

a scary horrifying truth

the llamas are indeed the allys of the camels

a little festive horror to celebrate the three days until Christmas

why such misery Eve?

because my Christmas party got canceled.

Thanks London Metropolitan Police

Thanks

To cure such winter blues, I, of course went shopping on all my Christmas Sale Savings, clever.

Commence Shopping Rampage.

001. Multi Colour Print Jacket; £7.99; Children's Society

First up, the coat I have been drooling over for the past few weeks. I saw the sleeve poking out from the rack at my charity shop and I spent the past few weeks hiding it. He's just so lovely (it is a he on account of the manly colours.)

After I saved my Yaya and the whole of her apartment building from getting blown up (no joke, she'd left the gas on the silly little sausage) my mum said Yaya would compensate me with this. Real heroes I know don't accept rewards, but I'm broke and this coat is feckin' fabulous.

002. Henry VIII's Secret Daughter; £6; Antique Market / Pronunciation Dictionary; £1; Antique Market

The dictionary is where I lifted my shocking title from. Its literally so funny and blunt. Like a contortionist is 'a man who twists his arms in a freaky manner'

And Henry VIII's Secret Daughter suggests that Jane Seymour actually gave birth to Jane Grey and Edward was the child of Henry's mistress, swapped at birth. And that young Edward was obsessed with marriage and that Mary was secretly all glitter and rainbows and smiling on the inside.

In all seriousness as well. It's quite a gripping read. Quite.

003. Pink Crochet Belt; £3; Primark / Black Bow Belt; £1.50; Fara / Red Chain Belt; £3.99; Children's Society

I say you can never have enough belts. When I saw the black bow belt, I though it might be Topshop, but I wasn't sure, but at £1.50 I wasn't really going to mind. And the red belt fits perfectly. Usually I have to punch a few extra holes in with my mum's antique surgical instruments, I know, so hygienic. But that red little lovely is a charm.

004. Black Embellished Jacket; £10; Kingston Antique Market

So spangly, how could I resist? Though really quite itchy. I do admit to being quite a magpie. When I see shiny things I just get entranced and can't stop thinking about them. I got magpie in my veins. Maybe I was one in my past life. I had a palm reading once and they told me I was once a showgirl, called Lola. I have a funny feeling that that thought wasn't entirely their own...

005. Gold Embellished Vest; Belfast

You can imagine my hybrid feelings of shear joy and ecstatic happiness when I opened up this parcel/present/bundle of love sent from my Yaya. I did indeed dance like a loon. Seriously my Yaya has some amazing super talents at being awesome as well as finding vintage pieces. She told me that a huge new vintage store just opened up in Belfast, and she went exploring and found me this. I love her an extra truck load for this.

Before I unveil my final purchases, I believe this an apt moment to mention the conversation I had in Gap the other day.

So I quite innocently popped into Gap to buy my brother a toy monkey for his present. I then found that there were only two left in the whole store. So I picked up both, cause you know, I can't just leave one to be alone and without conversation.

So I trundled up to the counter, and handed over the monkey to which the guy then said:

Guy - Ah ha, two knitted monkeys

Me - Indeed, do you do student discounts?

Guy - Sadly not, only on full priced monkeys

Me - Shizzle. Okay then

[Guy turns to the guy next to him and brandishes monkey in face]

MONKEYS MONKEYS EATING YOUR FACE AHHH

[turns back to me]

Guy - Feisty critters. I must warn you, these monkeys have been raised in the wild, tell the person they're for to take great care

[gives me lazer 'I-know-who-these-are-truly-for' stare]

Me - Shall do...

I think he thought I was buying them for my self...

Which sadly, is very, very feasible.

Okay now, I recommend you brace your selves, okey dokey?

006. Vintage Dior Dress; £20; Children's Society

Oh My Gosh

I literally wanted to combust, throw-up, dance crazily when I found this in my charity shop. £20?! Seriously for Dior? Okay Dior Juniors, but still DIOR????

Naturally I set my alarm the next day for 6:30, got ready and walked up to Surbiton in the snow and hung out in Nero until the shop opened so I could dash in and buy it.

It was worth it.

She is beautiful. Her colour is sumptuous and she fits like a charm.

I'm in love

Seriously I would recommend the charity shop I work in highly. They get such wonderful pieces, like my lovely above. A lot of Jaeger and Ralph Lauren and vintage theater costumes. We had a phantom of the opera cape come in which literally engulfed me.

Its actually painful to work there, I just want to have every thing so so badly.

So you know, if your in Surbiton, on a Saturday, between 2 til 5, pop on down and you can share my wonderful little cornucopia of vintage love.

Now my shameless self advertisement is over, onwards.

007. Bloc Party - Intimacy; £4.99 / Maximo Park - Quicken the Heart; £15; both Banquet Records / Tartan Tie; £3.99; Children's Society

My dad is a hard one to buy for. Though I see the man most evenings I have no idea what he likes. Like present wise. So when we were watching 'Have I Got News For You' he said 'Oh I like Jack Dee's tartan tie.' I sat up like a meerkat and literally shouted ' Do you like it like it?' To which he nodded and to which I jumped up, I ran out the house and hopped on a bus.

I went to Banquet Records avec my siblings to get his other presents, and on the counter has a very cheery picture of the Queen, to which such conversation

occurred

Inigo - Oh my gee, is that the queen yo?

Tilly- No way silly, there ain't no Queen, you just made that up

Inigo - Yeah there is stupid!

Me - [indignantly] Tilly shut up, you can never ever 'make up' the Queen!

which was a hideously bad joke about the Queen on my part, but the guy behind the counter started laughing out-loud and then suddenly stopped when I gave him my startled rabbit look.

He gave me another (my seventh) loyalty card whilst still chuckling

I might go back to that shop tomorrow

hehe

xox Eve-Rei

your love and comments are like knitted monkeys; lovely, warm and oh so feistly wonderful. So wonderful, I had to make up a word for them. Tehe.

snow shaped stars

2010-12-08T12:18:00.003Z

What is this strange phenomenon?

Eve Rei, back on the interweb?

What is the world coming too?

I feel like such a bad person for not posting in ages, but my internet has been a bitch and refused to upload any pictures

And I can't have a post with out pictures

It would just look naked!

The atrocity!

So I'm back, and hopefully my renewed romance with my bandwith will last the test of time.

Fingers crossed.

Tehe

I actually had to relocate partially to Surbiton, due to my house been further transformed into a void of inhospitable modern poop, meaning that my bus route passed all my favourite charity shops.

See there is always a silver lining to every cloud.

Though the silver lining is a spend thrift.

001. The Kick-ass Massive Sweater, as my sister has dubbed it. I have a feeling though, that KMS doesn't actually stand for that. It could be Kiss My Strudel, or Koala Mash Sausages. The possibilities are endless.

002. I found this lovely maxi skirt in the Princess Alice Hospice. Ironically, afterwards I went into Waitrose to do the shopping and a lady was wearing the same thing, hehe.

003. I don't know what happened, but every single charity shop in Surbiton is heavily shocked up on tartan. Its crazy, like a giant Vivienne Westwood came to town and threw up, and of course VW is so bloody cool that she actually chucks up beautifully crafted kilts.

004. I found this beauty in the Kingston Antique Market. A little pricer at £24, but well worth it. She's so silky smooth. What I wish my legs could be like...

005. I love Chihuahuas, like an astronomically large amount, so how could I not buy this cutie from Accessorize? And there were matching earrings too!

006. My prancing horse neckylace is from Asos, and goes with practically everything. Its quite a lot bigger than most of my jewelry, but I was in need of some equestrian bling.

007. The first, the quilted Mary Poppins bag was found in the Cancer Research shop, and is so big! It fits in so much stuff. After a lot of my possessions went missing I found that it actually has a secret compartment at the bottom, ooo sneaky, tehe.

008. The second, I found in Oxfam, and is so cute, and the wine colour is divine, I literally want to drink the bag and have it live its lovely heritage styled life in my tummy.

009. I found this nail polish in Florence and it is so cute, my nails are completely bedazzled now, hehe, I get starstruck from just glancing at them. Now that is what a girl looks for in a polish.

010. Finally, I found these lovely postcards in Florence, all dated pretty close to the start of the 20th century. I had my matey Esme translate them from french, and they're all really sweet messages about christmas, how topical? tehe

And so ends my shopping rampage. Though I did just find £40, hidden in my room, which I think was past me trying to stop other past me from spending and then forgot where it was hid. Ha, sometimes I do have clever brainwaves, though spradically.

K-town now has like a foot of snow in places, so I'm off to play, and then I have to go to work, which will be empty seeing as everyone in Surbiton is too old to survive such Arctic conditions.

I'm on Christmas holidays now, YAY, so I'm going to try and post a lot more, and seeing as I'll probably be snowed in, the internet shall be my only solace.

tehe and toodlepip

xox Eve-Rei

your love and comments are like tiny snowflake stars, spectacular and extremely cool, hehe

just going with the flowing

2010-10-30T22:42:00.007+01:00

what is this horror?

Eve Rei back on the web?

run for the hills!

tehe

I'm sorry I've been gone so long, but there just was no time in between all this new A level chiz

I got a job, fun times, really fun times. I now work in a charity shop, The Children's Society, and I get to sort through the loveliest clothes, like Ralph Lauren, and Whistles and Topshop. And today we got a massive batch of vintage clothes, like a royal blue velvet coat, as well as a black cape complete with a gold leaf clasp.

Gasp!

So if y'all are in Surbiton, on the day of sat, from 2pm, I'll be a'working

Its also that time of the year again.

yes tehe, the whole school production, so I have taken on the task again, of designing and making a portion of the costumes.

I'm telling y'all now, if I see another corset, I will scream.

We're doing Oliver, and I get to create the Strawberry, Milk and Flower sellers. So fun. But I have bled a little on them, seeing as all my pins have turned against me.

Also last week, I got the pleasure of traveling to Florence.

Which is just breath taking.

I thought I was in a dream. Every other store was either ice cream or pizza. And the sky looked like super imposed paintings.

And the art!

Geez Louise!

I think the best way to convey my explosively loving feelings, is through photography

Everything was terracotta and saffron, with shadows of sea green and azure blues.

It was like I was walking in some dream scape, like the kind of place you expect to go when you die and live for the rest of eternity

though excluding the peering perverts, creepy camera cradling pedophiles and crazy hobos predicting the end of the world.

Yes fo'shizzle excluding them

tehehe its Halloweeny tomorrow!

Like my favourite day of the whole year. The day where I finally don't have to explain my crazy clothing habits and can go all theatrical on the poor inhabitants of London suburbia.

Oh joyous of days, must be celebrated in the style of a vintage cheerleader, of course! Last year I was a scottish vampire victim, the year before I was said scottish vampire, and then before that girl hit by car. Blood might be involved this year too...

So I'm going to hike up to London tomorrow and purchase a costume from beyond retro. Tehe I'm probably not going to even do anything tomorrow.

I'll go out and partake in some treating of the tricky kind, and then sit on a beach eating chips.

Cause that just how I roll yo

hehe

Happy Hauntings!

xox Eve-Rei

your love and general brilliance are like little blinged up dogs, dazzlingly lovely

life

2010-10-02T12:18:00.004+01:00

what an apt and well thought out title

tehe

sorry for my lack of posts, but the afore mentioned title has consumed me

what a strange thought

life has consumed me.

England seems to have sunk into autumn now, and the world has suddenly lost all its green and turned yellow and red.

its hardly even bloody October yet

this sudden winter induced writers block has caused a backlog of blog worthy material, so here I am spilling it

and what fashionable backlog it is

because last Sunday, I got to go to London Fashion Weekend

my squeeable enjoyment of the day, can only really be conveyed in picture form

I think 'beautiful' best summarizes my day. It really was wonderful and not even the spatterings of rain could dampen it.

We got front row seats for the catwalk as !well, though I think my sister might have found the box of free special k, a little more exciting. Or maybe that Jade was one of models, might be why we both had a mini freak out half way through it

I was also able to buy some gorgeous earrings from Les Néréides. They are just so cute, and I was really surprised to find them selling clip ons, and now thanks to them I get to have two deliciously sweet ladybirds whispering in my ears.

Talking about ears, I saw the most darling little necklace just as I was leaving. It was a tiny little rabbit with a triple layered chain, from the designer Sam Ubhi, and it made my heart break from its utter adorablity (I think I just made a word up..) I think this calls for an internet scour and possibly a trip to Tooting!

I always have it as I'm typing, a sudden burst of inspiration for a blog post, does anyone else have that.

I'll expend such thoughts into another posts about all my recent buys, which surprising have been quite a lot. Hehe, school just makes me spend more I guess.

I also just want to share one of my absolute favourite songs. I like listening to covers and remixs a lot more, because I don't know, they're just a lot different, and this one by Lissie is by far one of my favourites.

Enjoy

your comments and love are the utter most sweetness, like tiny delicate ladybirds buzzing along

xox Eve-rei

p.s. X Factor season is upon us. And oh goodness I've actually fallen in l.o.v.e love with Aiden,

I didn't think any one would be able to replace Olly, but gee damn it that boy can sing! I might have to go listen to him again, hehe.

summer draining

2010-08-29T17:37:00.012+01:00

The last dregs of summer are finally draining away and a new colder breeze is settling in.

Noses are pinking and layers are beginning to be piled on.

I had to wear a jacket today

That made me sniffle a bit.

Sixth form has rolled on in, every day is my best day (though I am favoring my two lesson Tuesdays). I'm also steadily putting on winter fat from the copious amounts of Gregg's sausage rolls I've been eating.

So I've finally done it.

Dyed my hair pink.

After about 20% deliberation and 80% madness, I purchased 'shocking pink', and had the tips of my hair dip dyed.

My local store 'Brilliant' very kindly stocked stargazer-products so half way onto success I bought 'Shocking Pink'. How daring, tehe

Ignoring the instructions I left the dye on for 50 minutes, instead of 30. Of course then I had to rinse it, and a lot came out, but after a slight panic the colour was still really bright.

Of course all was well until I went and washed my hair.

Waking up from my bath-time nap to be surrounded by fluorescent pink water is quite surprising.

Now question time. You know how blonds are nearly always the first to go in a horror movie, and brunettes seem to be the ones with greatest longevity. So where, avec pink hair, does it put me?

Cause you know things like this need to be considered, hehe.

As y'all know, considerable time and money was spent en land o' France, and some sort of additional pictorial evidence is very much needed.

First is 'The Dress'.

She is perfection in a navy tapestry form. With her slight French accent and cool cat quaffed demeanor she fits like a second skin and is the perfect length for autumn. I always wanted just one of those dresses, like in 'How to Marry a Millionaire' which didn't have to have piles of accessories or flashy shoes to complete it, it could just singularly convey equal beauty just by itself. And I found her. My love Cherie!

Proceeding Cherie, my 'punch party in the jungle' jumpsuit. I think my naming skills are just increasing with time.

The PPJ was found in a delightful little vintage shop, just round the corner from our apartment. I was actually gawking at the prices, they were so cheap, especially for beautiful one off vintage pieces, it was like an 80's Primark, but with a gob-smacking 2€ swimsuit pile and a menagerie of kick ass boots. I literally squealed when I found she was only 15€!

Finally after PPJ I spied a delicately printed maxi dress covered in lovely sky blue flowers. Oh if I were a bee I would be very attracted to her. Or maybe a butterfly...

She has an unforgiving nature though. A slight undergarment crease and you may as well walk around with a Vegas style sign pointing to it. Though that might just be my heighten paranoia, but her 5€ price forgives all.

Sixth Form is proving to be slightly difficult. The uniform rules have cracked down on us like an iron fist, an whilst I do get to enjoy the lovely popcorn smells of the sixth-form center and the utility of, not two but three microwaves, I still am not allowed to bare shoulder or more than a third of my thigh.

So choosing what to wear each night is getting hard, as nearly all of my wardrobe save a few pieces, would make my teacher cry.

So naturally I went and blow all my dosh on some scary heels.

Hehe, they make me feel like a lumberjack.

Actually I was going to marry a lumberjack when I was younger, maybe its my woodland dreams bursting through the aching sores which are now my ankles.

haha, maybe

xox Eve-Rei

p.s, I got tickets to LONDON FASHION WEEKEND, an occasion so great it can only be expressed through capitals! If anyone else is going on the Sunday, maybe I might see you there! I'll be the weirdo with the silly starstruck look on my face.

pp.s Also I just wanted to share this video with you all. As a proud owner of now 7 cats, it really pulled at my heart strings

heaving cities [part 2]

2010-08-29T00:08:00.002+01:00

Do you ever get that moment, where you just realize you're in love

I'm in deep l o v e with Paris

It just tickles me how much I long to be back there.

Maybe I'm just sick of the rain, but something about Paris just really got under my skin.

Day 5

Day 5 was commanded by my brother, so off we were to the Eiffel Tower. Big mistake. I now warn all of you, very solemnly, do not go to the Eiffel tour. Because you will be forced to wait in a queue for 2 and a half hours, to get into another queue.

Unfair yes, but totally worth it.

The views were breathtaking, but I do recommend that if you are thinking of going, book in advance, or walk up to the first stage, the queue is minuscule in comparison to the elevators. When we got up there we were met with views stretching up and onwards. You could see all around Paris, all of the landmarks tiny pinpricks in the distance. We even spotted our apartment! It was just so amazing to see the clouds' shadows pass across the skyline, and the tiny little people milling around like ants.

Descending from our lofty heights we then hopped on the underground home, but decided to then hop off, right at the top of the Champs Elysees. The Arc de Triomphe was pretty damn impressive, but so were the yards of queue outside Louis Vuitton, hehe

Day 6

We were staying in in th middle of Montmartre, in an arms reach to the Moulin Rouge, and with the sun beating down, we decided to go exploring in our surroundings. Okay so I've watch the Baz Luhrmann masterpiece quite a few times, and never does it describe the barrage of steamy shops that line the high street. It was really quite scary.

Dashing away from the crowds of creepy bearded men, we headed up the steep white steps, towards the Sacre Coeur. My dad being the architect that he is, was quick to drown us in gothic and new roman (I think that's it) facts, but I was just a little overwhelmed by the shear size of the roof. Paris really does have some amazing sights.

Afternoon tea was a'calling, so we settled our selves down and dived into some lovely puddings. Now, little fact here, the whole Archer/Rayner household is completely mad for cake, I can't quite understand how we're all not the size of houses, though my thighs are very much on the way there. We eat a lot of cake. And nothing else really. So when I say I found the most perfect creme brulee, I mean it.

Gosh I such a fatty, haha

Day 7

Tilly's choice lead us to the Science Park, which was empty. All of the other sights were heaving, sweaty messes of queues and crying children. But the park was almost empty apart from the odd speedo clad jogger (that was scarring). And that was quite refreshing. We lazily wandered up the grid, pausing to look at the red metal buildings and the fairground attraction. They even had a submarine, how cool?

We left the sun kissed grass in search of some shadow, and refound the entrance, complete with roaring fountain and a little cafe. As much as I love plastic cheese, it does not go well in a club sandwich!

Traveling back to Abbesses, we continued to explore the area we were staying in. This was when I happened upon the dress. The Dress. The most amazing dress upon this planet. Oh gosh it was gorgeous. And nearly all of my savings.

I think this might be the first time my mum has ever encouraged me into buying any clothing. And now my lovely little wonder dress is sitting happily in my closet, te he.

Day 8

Our final, dreaded day had arrived, so we decided to head out to the Marché aux Puces, the flea market, in Saint-Ouen. The sun had decided to rear it ugly head and you could feel the waves of heat rising off the tarmac. Shade was nonexistent, and the Camden-esque market that had formed a crust around the Marché aux Puces was heaving.

I do not do heat well, but thankfully a quick change of direction lead us straight into the market of fleas. Well actually not a flea was insight, rather I was met with the gorgeous vision of row upon row of antique shops. I thought I was hallucinating. If any of you have been to the Kingston Antique market, image that times 33. And then you have the Marché aux Puces.

Stalls upon more stalls filled to the brim with all things antique. There was a stall filled with little odd bits, including babies. Another selling the most exquisite wedding and 50's dresses. Another with completely dedicated to Chanel, complete with a tiny tweed jacketed dog.

We spent our final night with the world best creme brulee, and the next morning I returned home with a heavy heart and a considerably lighter case.

I wonder why?

te he

xox Eve-Rei

p.s I've got another post lined up, with pictures of all my Parisian purchases, I thought I might kill you all if I added any more photos.

skylines make me happy [part 1]

2010-08-27T22:58:00.003+01:00

When your childhood is filled with toddling round cavernous concrete architectural museums, you get a bit wistful. Its a strange thing to be jealous of a giant bobble head mouse, but I am.

Our holidays for the past few years have all been in driving distance, I could never complain about the English coast, freckles, Cornish ice-cream and crabbing, but I have been hungering for something foreign.

And Paris (french pronunciation if you please) is just the place to quench those exotic needs.

A day by day account is the only way to justify a beautiful city, it just can't be condensed!

Day 1

The City of Romance is a beautiful place, but the journey there is butt ugly. Being the idiot I am, I decided to bring my body weight in clothes. Case + Clogs + London Underground = Face plant galore. I'm sure it would have been entertaining to watch, but two very kind men offered to carry my case, on two separate occasions. The kind gentlemen still exists! Tehe

I've been to Paris once before, but never by Eurostar. I really dislike the Eurostar. It made me spill my tea.

So to pass the 2 hour journey, Tilly, Inigo and I partook in a pose off, resulting in 200 photo of us trying to look like Unicorns, Tyra Banks and 198 other persons.

Our apartment was gorgeous. Beautifully bohemian, my dad's nightmare, but with piles of Vogue, Harper's Bazar and Tatler lines the walls, it was paradise.

Day 2

Montmartre being just a few steps from our apartment, we whisked our selves away to the Pompidou centre et Les Halles. The queues were horrific, and it acted more like a shelter from the torrential rain than anything. After browsing the gift shop and finding the Diana camera I had been hankering after, I was locked in the weighty debate as to wetaher or not to blow all of my saved euros. I desisted, leaving the shop empty handed but still with a full purse. Y'all should be trés proud of me. Te he

We dived straight into french cuisine and after the rain had stopped we ventured into a small cafe for a crepe. Yom yom, hehe is how is should be described. Tres delish. And lovingly accompanied by the cafe's black cat.

Day 3

We delved deeper into Paris, this time visiting La Fayette, a large shopping center, mainly to lovingly stare at all the clothes, but also to marvel at the breathtaking roof. It was day three and I still hadn't spotted a stylish Parisian, sadly La Fayette didn't yield. We moved on from the store walking past the National Academy. This would be the point where I realized that Paris was full of naked statues. No not just full, bursting.

We carried on and the rain thankfully let up allowing us to pass through towards the Louvre. It really is a moment where you have to put everything down and just walk and absorb. Passing through the arch and the Louvre's triangular structure erupt from the ground and drive up into the sky is quite fantastic. After frolicking in the courtyard and being appropriately tourist we traveled on, passing through the gardens with the views of the Tour Eiffel in the distance.

Day 4

I burnt my tongue on a snail. I think I can safely say that I am probably the only person to ever say that. I can also tick off number 33 on my bucket list, as I have chomped down on a mollusc. And they are delicious. Oh my goodness I love them so much! Haha. Today we went exploring south of the river, popping our heads into little boutiques and dining on French cuisine, hence the snails.

Sadly I had no luck with finding a purchase, but I did find a wonderful Desigual shop where I chatted with the man behind the counter about street fashion and good areas of Paris. We then crossed the Seine onto one of its islands, in search of Notre Dame. Following the crowds (always a good thing to do) we so found her, reaching up into the sky impressively and boating a large queue to boot. Mum, being from queue loving England jumped into the queue and we soon gained entry. I'm not amazingly religious but I found the spiritual presence of the place breathtaking, the stained glass and cavernous roof was just outstanding. My brother, not being at all religious (not eating snails is supposedly his) was quick to spot all naked and or headless statues. Thankyou Inigo.

So those were the first four days of my trip. I'm sensing a photo overload, to give y'all eyes a break I'll upload part 2 of this post of epic length before you can say 'Cornish pasties'. Well maybe a little longer. Hehe

xox Eve-Rei

your love and comments are little sweet little french poodles dyed a candy floss pink

Have a favourite day? Any other snail related problems? Or an explanation as to where all the fashionable people went? Do tell me!

the albatross is gone

2010-08-24T19:02:00.008+01:00

Te he I'm back!

Shock Horror, a small post from Eve? What is this?

Haha, I just wanted to post a little something to say I'm back from the land o'France

And have just received my GCSE results

I'm not going to post what they are, but gosh its such a weight off my chest, once I got them it felt like some large bird had flown off , GCSEs are over!

I thought I was going to be sick before receiving them, I literally ran up to the school and grabbed them from my teachers hand. But I get to continue all of my chosen subjects so I'm happy, te he

*Air fist pump*

Well done and congrats to all the teen pips who just received their results, and A levels too! We did it!

I felt like giving into my shopaholic needs and that a good ouch of retail therapy would relieve my anxiety induced sleeploss

First up, I finally caved in a bought The Editors album I was hankering after, once I saw it was a fiver in Banquet Records.

Has anyone else noticed the Dharma Initiative/LOST themed bags that their now giving away. I'm sensing a conspiracy!

I'm a sucker for lovely photos, and I find that Glamour magazine is so wonderfully charming, even if it was just for its little captions it always makes me giggle. And Victoria Justice was on the front of Teen Vogue, now I'm not like a mega fan of her but I really do like her new series Victorious , so it was nice to find out about the girl behind the name.

It was only after buying the diary that I realized that it looked like a Gideons Bible, oops. Paperchase do really lovely little gift bags, and for £2 I thought this little charmer might make a nice little clutch type thing. And that face, so cute!

My mum being the sweetie she is bought me a congrats pressie in the form of Benefits 'Get Even' concealer. Its Mighty fine! I've used it for a year now and its still my favourite. And is like the only concealer to produce an actually pale shade. Sadly I'm beyond 'porcelain' and 'moon' but the brilliant brains behind Benefit created the perfect shade. Benefit, choice of champions!

te he I'm still on a high, maybe that why I dressed as Little Bo Peep. Not the most flattering of photos, but its one of the vintage pieces I picked up in Paris, and I thought it might be correct result receiving attire.

I'm going to dip dye my hair, to add to my already eclectic look, and I'm stuck between the colours of lilac, blush pink and bleached. What colour would you like to see me go?

I have a post lined up and ready to rumble, all about Paris, so I'll post that tomorrow, I just had the urge to post....

te he

xox Eve-Rei

your comments and love make the clouds change colour

p.s Do y'all prefer shorter posts? I usually roll a few days into one post to give it length and make it a bit more chatty, but if you'd like I could do more like daily ones, which would be a lot shorter, but more regular.

au revoir lovelies

2010-08-11T15:09:00.005+01:00

The summer is being lovely, and when night falls its always pleasant, no matter what weather preceded it.

I think that twilight hour is my favourite. Where you feel the heat wrap round you like a hug. Its like summer is a belt, and you can feel the weight round your stomach

Or maybe I'm just getting fat

'I want you to say hello to my little friend'

tehe, I love that line, it always makes me fall into giggles.

but in all seriousness now I do actually want to introduce you to someone

haha, my little luchador 'El Scorpio'

My mum let me get him at B&Q cause I didn't object loudly to slug killer. I also got a Hybrid Victoria plant and another little desert plant, who are both named after my two favourite leading ladies, te he see if you can guess who they are.

Cacti with a Mexican wrestling namesakes, an interesting concept, I might have a collection a'brewing

tehe

My fingers are horribly contorted in some kind of crossed hope that the weather in Paris will be nice.

We might also travel to Versailles, to see Marie Antoinette, so I becoming so giddy with the prospect of leaving.

I've packed my bag, (i.e my whole wardrobe in a travel form) and created my holiday play list.

The Shins · A Comet Appears

Brothers Martin · The Missionary

The New Pornographers · Challengers

The National · Slow Show

Rouge Wave · Lake Michigan

Editors · The Weight of the World

The Eels · Fresh Feeling

Finley Quaye & William Orbit · Dice

Of course a little longer than that, but these are my favourites. I just got the Editors 'An End Has a Start' album, mindblowing.

I haven't been that entranced by a whole album since the Howling Bells. Te he, there's a youtube link on each song, so give em a listen. Or does anyone have any other musical suggestions?

Seeing as Sherlock is no longer gracing my screen (Oh I adore Benedict Cumberbatch) I have nothing to do than plague my time by talking to cacti and finishing my biology work. Seriously one of the questions is, what organelle looks like a stack of pitta bread.

I hate pitta bread

Aside from my carbohydrate hate I decided to make something from my two fish print handkerchief, from my previous post.

Its kinda crap, well not kinda, it is, and not even wearable. Te he Paris does not approve!

Ignore the cycling shorts, I got some tights from Gap kids a couple of years ago, but my legs were too long, so I decided to cut them to make some cute pastel shorties.

Te he, my legs being long? Thats a foreign concept!

Sadly this will be my last post for a bit. Hopefully there's wi-fi in our apartment en Paris, and I'll also have my camera, so I be sure to take stacks of photos, just for all you lovelies. Ooo maybe, I'll have like a two parter holiday post. How does that sound?

te he

xox Eve-Rei

your comments and love are like little French wrestling poodles, out of this world and magical

p.s 150 followers? Hellz Feckin' Yeah!

Hi-five to each and every one of you, gosh I have the urge to bake and send cookies to all you gorgeous people!

humble pie

2010-08-07T15:37:00.001+01:00

Grace Kelly is my ultimate style crush

There is no competition

My mother is a big Hitchcock fan, and I always relished in sitting with her, sipping tea and watching old horrors on the VCR, so I was first introduce to the late Ms Kelly through Rear Window, which still sits at number five in my all time favorite films.

So what better than a day, still sitting sipping tea with my mum and watching her elegance, but rather than an old shed, the V&A?

So after eating lush my fish pie and the remains of my mum's chicken pie, we decided to wonder over to the fashion section.

I must have been to that section way to many times, but it still enthralls me each time.

After starting at Mr McQueen for what could have easily been half an hour my mum dragged me off to the shop, to see if we could buy any more pattern booklets. Sadly they were too expensive, but I did find a lovely pink kimono for the very generous price of £140, hehe.

We then went to see the theatrical costumes and set, which is my second favorite exhibit and then after that the fabric archives

At 2 o'clock we we then allowed into the Grace Kelly exhibit, which did not disappoint. Though the collection was small it was still perfect, showcasing some of my favorite outfits, such as her famous Hermes bag, a collection of her hats, and a short film, including scenes from Rear Window. I really wish there was more of her outfits and ensembles, but it was still a pleasure to stand less than a foot away from them, and there were a lot of photos and lovely little information points. I really would recommend it, even if you're not a fan, she really was a breath taking woman, and the collection really does display that.

Of course being the camera happy person I am, I completely missed the no photography sign, but successfully captured half of the collection before being tapped on the shoulder by an angry looking attendant. I won't post any, as I'd rather not piss of the V&A.

te he, I've decided to turn over a new leaf and try and spend less. So it was off to the Monday market on a bargain hunt. And a bargain I did find, bagging a little crop top number for only a pound, yipee!

I then traveled to the menswear section of M&S looking for a suit for my dad, when I spied a fishy beauty, again for only a pound. And whilst at home, watching Gok coach several naked women, I fashioned a neck feature from my pillow handles. Yes pillows have handles!

And finally after a luxurious trip to London avec mes amis I picked up a new pair of maroon pumps from urban outfitters for £28, now named Nigella and Phillip

And such has been my week. I've been hurriedly trying to finish all of my holiday coursework, which is a lot, but that what you get by taking 5 A levels. But I have to get it done as my family and I are planning to go to the city of romance, Paris!

I am so so so so so so so so excited, like my brain is going to burst!

I've got to get together 11 outfits, so any suggestions, past outfits you've liked? Any ideas for new combinations or just certain pieces you think might impress the french fashion crowds? Also any places I should go? I've been before but to different districts, but mum's decided to try out Northern Paris this time.

te he, yip yip yipee!

xox Eve-Rei

p.s I'm currently sitting here, cutting up the latest Vogue to go on my wall, but sadly cannot go in my room due to sheer terror and fear for me life

The largest, most poisonous looking spider has taken up residence in my room, so I've slept in my sisters room for the past few days, only to wake up at 6:30 this morning, to find Meme sitting next to my arm taking a good 'ole piss. Thanks babe, way to go and comfort my arachnid fears

windows in the sky

2010-07-29T17:25:00.004+01:00

te he, well I'm back from Ireland, with a few more freckles and all the more better

gosh London was getting really claustrophobic, so it was nice to escape into another country, see my family, and say hello to my great uncle Lawrence, who is sadly in hospital.

If you are ever looking for a cheap weekend away, I really would recommend Belfast, its basically London, but so so so much cheaper. And whilst the history of the city is horrific, but also extremely interesting. My dad took me round the city, showing the key places of 'The Troubles', which was quite scary as he used to live almost in the heart of it all. Not many people know about 'the Troubles' so I would recommend wiking it (or doing a kassy, te he)

My yaya being the amazing charity shop shopper she is gave me a tour of the city's vintage and charity shops, and wow.

Embelished top, £10; Tennis skirt, £4; Heels, £2

Gold chain necklace, £2; Topaz and pearl clip ons, £3; Pearl clip ons, £2

Crocodile skin bag, £10

that bag is amazing, seriously I can fit in so much stuff! Like un-physically possible amounts, take a wallet, phone, fan, sun glasses, a green tea and a whole katsu curry! Trust me, I've tried.

Frida, my lovely crocodile skinned beauty has redefined the meaning of tardis bag.

Seriously the vintage shops are well worth the travel, I visited two, and they were both really cheap, and with lovely owners. The first, Bang Vintage, had a rack of various 80's snazzy jackets, and I'm talking intricate beading and amazing embellishing, each for only £10. The other had a barrel filled with various shoes, each for just £2. Belfast is my true home.

Okay so as I promised, here is a shed load of pictures from around the city

The glass roof was the Victoria center, which housed many different brands, like Topshop, Urban Outfitters and Kurt Geiger along with an observation level, showing a panoramic view of the city. From there you could see the two yellow cranes at the docks, named David and Goliath, also the City Hall (1 & 3) and many other historical buildings.

It was really amazing to see the city which half of me belongs too, I'd visited my grandparents a lot before but had never see the actually city center, so it was lovely, te he, I feel complete. And truly Irish, of course after visiting several different pubs (don't worry I stuck to coke)

It was saddening to leave, but I promised yaya I'd be back so we could travel to Dublin.

He he, so when you mix me, a camera and several different cloud formations, what do you get? 55 different photos and videos of course! Sorry I couldn't resist.

So I'm back, abit with a faulty internet, but still back on English soil and with another post in the wings ready and a'waiting, about my trip to see the lovely Grace Kelly and eating two delicious V&A pies. Yum.

te he

xox Eve-Rei

your comments and love are like beautiful cumulonimbus clouds, supportive and wonderfully uplifting, actually that sounds a bit like a wonder bra, oops

p.s, Also I have recently acquired a flickr account, which you can find here, so if you want to take a look, or comment on a picture individually, please feel free to do so, you know I love it

summer madness

2010-07-17T21:16:00.005+01:00

I think its rather unfair that a single magpie has taken up residence in my garden

I usually wake up at 3/4, look out the window blearily a bit to find my bearings, but seeing as I have the compulsion of saluting at Mr Lonely Wings, I often thwack my head.

So thankyou my dearest feathered friend, but seriously mate go out and get a lady friend and stop bestowing bad luck upon me!

Haha, as you can see the 'holiday' effect has already taken a hold of me, and I am going slightly insane with boredom. I can no longer tell what day it is, what month we are in, but have gained the ability to tell when a microwave is within 3 seconds of going off. Handy!

So to amuse myself I've been trying to do as much as possible with my new found freedom. For one, I've begun to save up (omg!) started swimming and have try to dress up every day, whether or not I'm going out.

It was on one of my many lonely shopping trips, which I spied this long, pale beauty. Ignore the disgusting fat faced loser inside it, and rather avert your eyes to my lovely £10 topshop maxi.

white maxi dress ♥ topshop - £10

chain necklace ♥ m&s

belt ♥ primark

ollie clogs ♥ topshop, £65

cream lace vest ♥ primark - £3

I thought I should just blast you all with loads of photos, another product of my boredom, thousands of photos.

But the weather has been lovely, sunny, with a light breeze but not to much heat, i.e just about bearable for us vampires.

So to counter act the nocturnal effect, I cracked out all of my summer dresses

You remember this dress?

blue flower summer dress ♥ primark

flower bracket ♥ topshop - £10

vintage clip on earrings ♥ kingston antique market - £3

ollie clogs ♥ topshop, £65

white knit socks ♥ topshop - £3

I have a new found addiction to clip on earrings! By the end of the summer my earlobes will be nearly as long as my hair!

This will be my last post until, I think next monday, as I'm leaving on wednesday to go back to Belfast.

Of course thats when the streets of Belfast decided to erupt into riots with pipe bombs and bricks. Fun.

But never fear, I will be armed with my camera, so expect a torrent of concrete filled photos coming your way this time next week

wish me luck!

xox Eve-Rei

Your love and comments are like little whispery kitten whiskers, utterly ticklish and a remedy to everything.

P.s 143 followers! Oh my gosh. Guys! Seriously wow. The support you have given me since November, has been amazing, and if it weren;t for all of you I'd have no reason to blog, so thankyou. Hopefully by the end of this summer I'll have even more to thank!

P.p.s Due to the heat also, my insomnia is roaring its ugly head, and now is progressing from transient to chronic, does anyone have any sleep remedies, really anything, I'm allergic to lavender and my weight doesn't let me have enough sleeping pills, so I ready to try anything now, I finally thinking that after 12 years its just not going to go away.

Though did you know there's a rabbit on the moon?

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week o'work

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I am in love

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Look at her, the most beautiful heat presser in the whole wide world!

So as you can see, read and spidey sense for the past week, I haven't been in the blogosphere, or anywhere near it to be honest.

Pour Quoi?

Parce-que I have been at work experience. And with it being at a fashion design studio, my life for the past week has been nothing short of perfect.

Monday

My work placement was at Tom Cody designs, a company specializing in print and fashion design, perfect! So traveling into deepest darkest Bethnal Green (fun!) Especially as the dress code was anything you can get messy. I basically got to wear what ever I wanted, so first day I wore my knee length bleached denim dress with my green bolero. My first task was to start making details for this vest, so velvet flowers and piled up blue hued fabrics, along with green chiffon ruffles, as see below. This was also the day that began my addiction to Radio 1, I just can't stop now!

Tuesday

I continued detailing the vest, and also made white strips into ruffles, using a blanket and long running stitch for Mel, my supervisor, who was so lovely, actually everyone there, about 15 women, were all wonderfully helpful and kind to me, it was such a inspiring atmosphere in which to have my first tastes of work in. I also, along with Alice, one of the other two interns, designed some background prints for a tweed section, onto tracing paper. We then scanned these into photoshop and edited them to make a continuous print.

Wednesday

We then finished editing the designs and printed them onto acetate paper for printing. I then learnt how the printing process worked, the first step being washing the screens, this was using a cleaning fluid and then blasting the screens with a pressurized water gun, which had a real kick to it, but was so fun to use, and I got to put my deck cleaning skills to practice. After they had dried using a hairdryer which was possessed on sucking in all of my hair, we added a thin layer of green emulsion to both sides of the screen. These screens then had to be dried again, after which the acetates were taped into position on the outer side, which books weighting the other down onto the light box. With a flip of a switch, the screen was then photo-exposed for exactly 3 minutes and 10 seconds. After which the 'white' parts were blasted off the screen using the water gun. Confusing I know but absolutely amazing.

Thursday

Continuing on from the day before, Mel then taught me how to print on the ink. I've only used stencils with screens before so to being using the emulsion instead was very fun. I also got to try out discharge printing, which looks as it sounds hehe. This then bleached the fabric, but in the print, how cool is that? It allowed for a wider range of colours, and because Mel has chosen browns, gave a antique golden hue. Below are Mel's final prints, she let me keeps the off cuts, aren't they just stunning prints?

I also got to do some dying, which being me was messy, namely me pouring dye into my gloves and then reaching my hand up, pouring the liquid down my arm, basically turning me into a smurf. In the afternoon I was tasked with styling some of the pieces, which involved cutting, pinning and sewing, allowing me to effectively spend a whole afternoon on a sewing machine, fantastic!

Friday

Meh fr. Today I was given my own set to make using the wonderful heat press. By using transfer inks on cartridge paper I created my print using deep reds, purples and rich yellows, almost in a homage to London sun sets, but really it was just me splattering paint around. Then placing the sheets and crumpled silk jersey, we created the 'sexy' print inside the heat press for exactly a minute. Afterwards with which I was able to make two vest, one high neck the other a deep scoop, but both with ruffles. To finish what was an amazing experience, I brought in a chocolate mousse cake, which we all ate together along with their resident cat.

My mum half way through the week suddenly said, well what if this makes you realize that this isn't what you want to do. But that final day, the whole week actually just suddenly made my whole dream tangible. To actually be able to make clothes for a living, have a job, travel to work, find other transport when someone goes under your tube. All that grown up shizzle.

xox Eve-Rei

your kind comments and love are like a Lost marathon, worth a million dollars and always making me want more!

p.s may I just say, that if my designs I made at Tom Cody, which I doubt it ever will, are sold on, I just made em, I don't own them. Sadly.