HAPPY HALLOWEEN FUCKERS!

PLACES: LES CATACOMBES DE PARIS

SHOPPING: THE CALAMITY KIDS SHOP

So... I am starting my own ickle wickle concession at BLITZ VINTAGE DEPARTMENT STORE. I have been spending all my spare time sourcing some dead good girly chintz and dead weird curios. ALONGSIDE... drum roll please... these little gems! As a little girl I never had My Little Pony, so it is a constant struggle to fight the desire to keep getting the collection out and regressing to about six years old. Talk about nostalgia.

Disco the black terror is not for sale. Soz.

SHOPPING: MEADHAM KIRCHOFF VAGINA NAILS

Oh my frigging days! Whilst snapping for Blitz, London's only vintage department store and general all round amazing place of wonderment, I came across this girl's super awesome cute yet gross nails. I WANT THESE ON MY HANDS. 

*Just found out these are super freaking awesome Meadham Kirchhoff nail wraps. I want them. I need them. And yes, just another reason to love and worship and adore Meadham Kirchhoff.

PLACES: THE SECRETS OF BOUDOIR PHOTOGRAPHY

As a child (you may be surprised to hear), I was a bit of a boffin, and (you will not be surprised to hear) a bit of a know it all. I blame my mother, with her constant trips to the local library. No sitting around playing video games and scratching my arse whilst my eyes turned square for me. What a lucky child I was. I would ingest books at an alarming rate, furiously regurgitating useless facts and stories. My favourite books, alongside the childhood classics, were inappropriate trashy tomes about master criminals, grisly violent murders and U.F.O.s.  

Whilst most little girls dreamt of large fairytale castles, prince charming weddings complete with meringue dress, I was wishing for a huuuuge library stacked from the very bottom to the very top with all these marvelous works. I wanted one of those ladders on wheels which you clipped onto the side of the bookcase on which I could whizz round my well stacked library. The closest thing I have found to this dream is when visiting the folks in Eastbourne. I always pop into this mysterious and crazy bookshop, aptly called,  'Books.'  No messing around there. 

Without fail I stumble upon something weird and wonderful. My last visit I found the most insane '70s book on customised denim, but that peculiar article deserves a whole post in itself. This time I was enthralled by the numerous books on 'glamour photography,' curious manuals offering advice on shooting scantily clad babes in white t-shirts under waterfalls. I kid you not. They are obviously from a more innocent time where the porn was, well, soft... the warm lighting,  the fluffy hair, the doughy boobs. Completely at odds with today's super-bright HD flashes of rigid tits and acylic hair. 

PLACES: HEFFALUMPS & WOOZLES

The elephant skulls from the Grant Museum of Zoology.