Monday, 23 July 2012

Beloved Sweetheart Bastard: Photoshoot & the Longest Saturday Ever.

Long Saturday was long. Not at all helped by the fact that I slept for maybe 2 hours in the night due to a combination of beer, flipflop bottle openers, disturbing TV shows, Blackened Sky, nextdoor neighbours drunkenly singing the Polish national anthem at 3am, loud (yet adorbs) snoring, and other such things.

I gave up on sleeping at around 5am since there was already dazzling sunshine by then, and I didn't really feel tired. You'd think this would give me time to make myself look super awesome, but most of my belongings had already been moved back home so I had a naff outfit and no hair curlers or products so my hair ended up looking a mess Dx

I hadn't been sure about taking part in the photoshoot as I'm camera shy and totally inexperienced, but I really wanted to see my friends so I made myself go.

I actually had a really great time! Amber is an awesome photographer and I learned a lot from watching the others pose. I'll definitely go to another shoot in future, but I'll make sure to put together a better outfit and practise posing! Contacts would be good too as ergh horrid shadows on my face from my glasses!

My shirololita inspiration is forever Miss Havisham. I've yet to read Great Expectations, but for my GCSE English Havisham by Carol Ann Duffy was one of the poems we had to study and I absolutely adore it.

Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then
I haven’t wished him dead. Prayed for it
so hard I’ve dark green pebbles for eyes,
ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with.

Spinster. I stink and remember. Whole days
in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall; the dress
yellowing, trembling if I open the wardrobe;
the slewed mirror, full-length, her, myself, who did this

to me? Puce curses that are sounds not words.
Some nights better, the lost body over me,
my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear
then down till I suddenly bite awake. Love’s

hate behind a white veil; a red balloon bursting
in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding-cake.
Give me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon.
Don’t think it’s only the heart that b-b-b-breaks.

Aaaand a couple more shots =3

After the shoot was done we had a little picnic and then headed to the pub! I didn't want to leave, but I managed to drag myself away and get back to pack up the last of my things at around 6.45. The pint of Beesting was a definite help as it helped me forget my absolute foot agony from my shoes rubbing most of the skin from my feet. Damn my delicate and awkwardly sized/shaped feet! So a rather annoyed Rob came to pick me and my stuff up as I was supposed to have been ready for 5. Ooops. The rest of the night was pizza and Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged. But the day felt like a whole week!

So now I am officially moved out and have no city residence for a month as tenancies didn't overlap, which means I have little freedom for the next month or so. Thankfully I have lots of little bits planned that should keep me sane, provided I can find the money (and outfit inspiration)!


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