Employment, hurrah!

My old friend the Ikon Gallery has offered me invigilation work for the summer and perhaps beyond then!
Falalalala :)

This is the view from one of my cover spots.



More info to follow on Ikon's most recent exhibition, tis a cracker.

258 forever baby

Today, everyone has officially left our humble abode in Selly Oak.
The only crap thing about having amazing housemates is when you don't have half of them them anymore.
Love always girls
x




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History of Art Summer Soiree

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Shakespeare ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’

A thousand apologies for the lack of new posts, exams somewhat suck inspiration like a sponge from me- I actually misspelled ‘revision’ one day, not a good moment as a twenty year old English student.
However, the year finished off with many more beautifully sunny (occasionally horrendously burned) and often exquisitely drunken moments.
The first to be enjoyed was the tireless efforts of the History of Art Committee for our end of year ball. A Midsummer Night’s Dream provided a faultless theme for end of term summery shenanigans with fresh flowers and fairy lights swathed all around our Art Deco venue, the Barber Institute of Fine Arts.
From an unofficial committee member who felt her contributions to extra-curricular activities were at an all time low I was boosted to poster and ticket designer. After much flustering, I finally remembered how to use the basics on Photoshop and an old GCSE art project photograph became the basis of our soiree’s promotion. Other less glamorous duties included the moving of sixty chairs (which seemed to weigh three tonnes each) from our student guild across the Barber but then again the path of... well organised committee events never did run smooth... *Pause for well deserved groans*
The evening began with a Pimms reception, followed by fancy finger food and a fabulous line up from Root 47, a local band hired for the night. Jazz arrangements of Jamiroquai and James Brown tracks stirred the guests to dance all night long, a first for a HOA soiree. The dancing was somewhat less sophisticated than the theme and atmosphere of the night but you can’t win them all!











Lord, what fools these mortals be.

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Photos courtesy of the lovely Kimberly Faria

Snaps from the South West

West Hoe

In Plymouth they serve icecream with clotted cream if requested!

Plymouth Lighthouse

Seagull
Plymouth Sea Front
Exeter Quay
Quay from other angle
Scary Swan that pegged its' way over to me :S


My family's heritage.
A little casual racism and much clotted cream but also some lovely views

Spring Cometh ♥

March and April Blooms






And with them come gorgeous Fashion Florals

Playsuit, Miss Selfridge

Dress, Motel for Asos

Bikini Briefs, Asos

Hairclip, Topshop


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Bejewelled Beneath!

'Forever young 2009'

Untitled 2002

'Untitled (Tony Amore)' 2009

'White Lies' 2006
'Without you the world goes on' 2007
Red cedar wood, 18 carat white gold, platinum, sapphire? Within first glance of Susan Collis’ new exhibition, these are not fathomable materials for the construction of a table, a set of overalls, a stepladder, several piles of wood and a dustsheet. Indeed, as I entered the gallery on opening night I was worried for the response of the eager art-pursuing friends I had brought with me; the exhibition looks as though it is in the middle of production, not at its finished result. However, upon closer inspection (and with the aid of the crucial exhibition description booklet) we could identify sheen of mother of pearl worked into the paint splodges of the stepladder and finely woven threads embroidered into the dustsheets and overalls. Even the bucket catching what first appears to be a leak from the gallery’s ceiling (for a moment I thought the Ikon Gallery had lost all of its’ funding!) is a mechanised pump connected to the gallery’s water system. Collis explains that the title of the exhibition ‘Since I fell for you’ is a song title, which made her realise ‘there was a dual meaning, the idea of something old being sacrificed in order to make way for something new’. However, Collis confirms that she is ‘not concerned with loving up the unlovable’ but rather to devalue the precious metals as they look like something completely ordinary.Hence, platinum nails hammered into walls.

Exhibition continues until 16th May.



My arty friends examining the jewel-encrusted wall

From Film to Theatre, and still Fabulous

Despite weeks of my own personal excitement, Kim Cattrall did not disappoint on the stage. Her sparky theatrical partnership with Matthew Macfadyen in Noel Coward's play 'Private Lives' (1930) had the audience shaking with laughter in their plush velvet seats (especially my mother!) and cheering for more once the curtain dropped. Confidently catty, Cattrall sashays effortlessly around the Vaudeville Theatre set but despite her strength in Coward's seductively sensual role of Amanda, she has ventured from her celebrated character of (the beloved) Samantha Jones in tv series and film 'Sex and the City'. Her body is as graceful and toned as ever (which bodes well for all the enraged chasing she does with Macfadyen) but her range of tone in her voice expands to include not only the growls and shrieks of marital war but even stretches to a little light singing. The British accent was at first a surprise and occasionally left room for improvement but as Cattrall was born in Liverpool UK, not in America as most suspect, the audience can be just glad it wasn't a brusque Scouser bawl. Conclusively, a delicious delight of volatile affairs and firery feuds, in the words of Macfadyen 'Don't quibble Sybil,'- and get yourself tickets!