'Cos that's where the dream goes

Right, that's it. In 2015 or sooner I am moving to Paris.

Yearning

So I'm madly in love with Local Natives. I've been itching to write a long and adoring post about them and their newest album, Hummingbird, ever since I heard the it's lead single, Breakers. Their debut, Gorilla Manor, was the soundtrack to my most meaningful relationship to date, and is positively gorgeous is every way. As a creative ensemble, their harmonies are sunkissed and golden; their lyrics insightful and sensitive whilst avoiding over-sentimentality; and the general production is sweet, indulgent and pure.
Nothing has changed with their latest offering.
The entire album is an energetic lullaby that suits pretty much every one of my ever-fluctuating moods. The above video documents the LA band's recent La Blogotheque session which has me aching to return to Paris and drink wine and generally swoon all over the place. I don't think I've loved a band this much since my mid-teen We Are Scientists obsession. Also, I drunkenly purchased tickets for their UK tour with high levels of excitement and though it's not until October, I'm counting down the days. Fan Girl Penny Lainne is back big time.



P.S.
His moustache is undeniably, irreparably amazing.

Paris, tu me manques

This track, written and performed by a Parisian darling friend of mine, has caused me to miss the city of love terribly. I must return there soon.

NYE

new year baby, and i'd like to live the cliché and start the way i mean to go on. and that, lovelies, is going to be fuckingfucked and alongside my ever adorable accomplice and ally, that.blonde.girl.
the question is where? paris vs. nottingham.. unlikely opponents.

paris. that.blonde.girl is the living embodiment of it, and it feels right that she should be there. plus ive never been and who better to show me round. it would be pretty and cute and errr, nice.

nottingham. i fuckin love it. our hometown. we know lots of people there and can stagger around like fuckin bad bitches and its detonate and its not nice (who wants nice anyway? yaaawn beige basic bitches). also as we have both been labeled mental cases and are on lockdown, our captors are much more likely to let us out for a nottingham night than a european escapade.

actually i dont even give a shit, there's your pro's and con's as per request baby. all i actually want is to have the night with you, remember this year and get so fucked we forget the whole thing. (night and year). love you this year and the next. and the next. and the next. and all the years after that.

Envious

So Chanel is pretty much the single best representation of what I aspire to. Aesthetically, physically, beautifully, fashionably, wonderfully, sophisticatedly, gorgeously sensual and oh-so-chic-it-hurts baby.

I want that watch. I want that show. I want those nails. I want that hair. I want that jacket.
Oh Karl, baby boy, I want it all, pretty pretty please?