sometimes I feel like only a cold still life, only a frozen still life that fell down here to lay beside you

We all knew Wednesday was the new Friday.. So finally, here is a third of Antti Asplund's FW09 collection, titled On The Pond. It has a charming story to go with, including an isolated penguin character (seen here) in love with an ice dancer and a jealous magician. The ice dancer dresses are made out of somekind of silk/metal blend I'm in love with!








Photographed by me, modeled by the beautiful Sophie!

the frozen tear melted here, between the man made lake and the ice that wouldn't break

Sneak peek of part of Antti Asplund's FW09 collection titled On The Pond, more coming tomorrow! I'm starting to fall in love with it so it's good that I can start saving up now, I've already been looking for summer jobs, oh dear.

My wallet is now safely with me, it was found from bus, I did a really scary walk to some industry area in wedge boots to pick it up and since it's snowy here, oops...But this means Morrissey here I come! I got the ticket this morning, everything's OK. Thank you all for being supportive. I'm so glad I got it back, the wallet in itself, you can always get new cards but I'm also in love with my new wallet, it's such a beauty.

And in these tough times, I'm becoming quite inspired.

god give a little love, bring me back a dog in the next life

Oh man, I lost my wallet. My new shiny H&M CdG wallet, with everything inside, most importantly my bus ticket and all the money I had left, saved up for Morrissey's gig ticket, I even sold my Bloc Party ticket for that money. And I got a super fucking warm response from my mom too, when I called her. First, she won't borrow me any money. Next call she mentioned she will reduce the money I get from her monthly, like I'd get that much. Then she even called me back and told me she won't pay for my finals if I didn't clean my room tomorrow. Whose mom is this mean? I mean, I'm in tears and posting everywhere and calling up if my name gets any search results for a phone number (and the answer by the way is NO, what the hell?), who is that mean and psychotic, now I really do get what a bitch troll from hell means.

Very fucking happy Saturday for me too. Plus thanks mom for setting up a plan to ruin my life.

And if anyone has a paying job for me, I'm up for it. Ad space, whatever. Or a free Moz ticket, they're going on sale on Tuesday and looks like I'm fucked.

Fucking fuck.

This makes me starve myself because I'm desperate to move the fuck away from home, you can't sincerely say I'm making a huge deal out of this because I've put up with this kind of shit from my mom for years, and as a kid too. And it has gotten violent my this mental violence is even worse... I really really hope I won't turn such a cold-hearted psychotic agressive monster like she is.

And I don't even know if I am strong enough to get out of this situation, I wish I could be all happy sunshine atleast no one has died and not care about her and play Tom Vek's Nothing but green lights on repeat and just cut the ties with her, but I really can't but letting it out helps a little bit.

There's nothing but green lights from here
Nothing but open roads
You and I, are gonna drive ourselves out of this town
In a 1989 black Mercedes Benz

I can hear your voice from here girl
And I can't hear any other sound
No need to spend any more time apart
That's it, I'm not being left out any more
I gotta hold on what's going on
I've got my foot in the door
So to speak
There's nothing but green lights from here
There's nothing but green lights from here

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WORDS ARE MEANINGLESS AND FORGETTABLE

This is my favorite shirt, I got it for 33 cents past summer, looks good on him. Today I also bought some awesome things, Leonard Cohen LPs and velour shorts and white jean shorts and a shirt for shredding that's going to keep me company tonight, because people are people. Oh and yesterday I bought Electric Youth! and I recently got an white Antti Asplund dress and H&MxRei riding pants and a wallet and how meaningless is this when you are home all by yourself, well not really because Dave is one of your amusements too but still, you know what I mean.

It's killing me to be in this room

The TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing and how to grow my hair long

Me catched by Lauri. The see-through shirt has been featured over a year ago in this blog, twice, just sayin'. I've been thinking about how I basically wear the same elements I wore over a year ago blah blah then I picked up French Vogue.

I'm so happy! One of my favorite bands, The Departure, has apparently not broken up, atleast not for good. I wish Elle Milano did the same, oh these tendencies to bands no one has ever heard of...I am only human.

I don't know, right now I really don't have much to say about style or fashion or anything because it's 4am and I just opened a wine bottle for no reason and yeah Jen Brill and peace out.

two steps back and it's like that, such is life and I must realise there's a hole in the sky that you're never coming out of

Lauri, catched by me. This is what I do when I decide to go to school. I also have an philosophy class in six hours, in case I have not dropped out guess the reason why oh why this computer love. Goethe, I love you too though everything I know about philosophy I've learned from TV.

Oh and if you want to catch him live he's DJing tomorrow at BUM BUM

even the stars look brighter tonight, nothing's impossible

I'M GONNA TELL YA MUM on Saturday. I don't know what happened but when I woke up I had a new beginning of a scar in my forehead. And I wasn't even that drunk and firmly in my own bed and the wound wasn't there when I fell asleep and now I'll have two scars in my forehead, almost in the same level and the one before this came the exact same way, from nowhere. But it was a good night, I danced instead of talking as usual. Too much accessories. Too much talk. The two defining problems of today's society. It's too late and my head is hurting and I have forgotten to do what I wanted. Well, well, I was wearing my mom's shirt, now where is my Las Palmas and a trip to Canary Islands!

Photo by Sirpa Lehto, loooove you!

and I don't know what I can save you from

Oh dear all of these are in different sizes but who cares, I love photography by my friend's sister! Lots of pictures you see in my blog are by her and soon I'm taking clothes that I've been wearing to death in the last weeks over their house and let her work her magic. I should do some school work instead but fuck that, I'll transfer to Hogwarts if they get mad at me. Or maybe I'll just do them later.

Photography Sirpa Lehto

When you turn to me I'm in the quicksand

Shiiiiiit sorry for not updating! But my life has been a one big party lately, I'm ruining my reputation and everything and this song by La Roux sums the times up...it's a wonderful song anyways and the video is awesome. I was about to do a 2008 recap but then again some people have war in their countries...but I'm going to do it anyways since 2008 was bizarre (Silvio Berlusconi!) and 2009 has been and will be even better. I would just like to say that everyone who just wants to dance from early evening instead of drinking and talking is my soulmate. People do too much talking these days, it's annoying blah blah blah cars trendy wine bars kind of thing. Maybe it has something to do with age...well, not actually. Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor just like a circus! This year is going to be scary but open with possibilities and I want to enjoy everything fully and do my best and get the fuck out of my school, home, here for a while.

And organize my clothes. And do some photocopies. And telefax.

I don't really know what I'm going to do and I hope that I don't even have to.