THE IMPORTANT QUESTION IN LIFE.
I defied Anna Wintour and my resolution to wear more white when I wore this outfit. I think I wore it to go shopping, but it was a couple of weeks ago and everything's becoming blurry and summertime sadness-esque as August draws to an end. I'm looking forward to winter, though I wish the non-stop rain would cease because it's claustrophobic and there are only so many times that I can sing and dance to "Happy When It Rains" before I admit that largely I am not happy when it rains.
I'm excited for winter because next month I'm moving to Sheffield for university. As much as I love the suburbs, I'm ready to go somewhere where things actually happen more often.
I haven't been posting on here so frequently lately. Last week was busy. I went to the cinema to see The Diary of a Teenage Girl, which was good but in some ways not as radical as I thought it might be. My Mad Fat Diary discussed the same taboos and more. I think British films/TV do have a tendency to be more honest so it was refreshing to see an American film like TDOATG. I don't want to give anything away because I think everyone should go and see it (or find a link online if you're not old enough to see it in cinemas.) It's ridiculous that teenage girls cannot go and watch films about themselves that could actually be very informative and save a lot of hours worrying about whether you're abnormally different to everyone else. What's even more absurd is that, because teenage girls aren't allowed in the cinema, it fills up with old men instead. The cinema was almost empty when I went but three old men came in to watch the film. It made me angry because I felt like that film was my territory and they were invading that space. The Diary of a Teenage Girl was an honest film which viewed teenage girls largely through the female gaze, so hopefully they left feeling informed and less enchanted by underage girls.
Last Thursday I saw Misty Miller perform at the Windmill. It was such a fun night. I didn't take any photos. I thought about it at the time but it was nice to just soak up the atmosphere. My friend made notes because she was there to write a review of the gig, so I can remember it through that. The venue was a friendly local pub, but they always have good music playing there and draw in an artistic clientele. I talked to new people, discovered new music and managed to just get on the last train home in time despite having to run to the station.
I hope you've been having a lovely summer!