All right. Here’s another “look what I’ve been up to, surprisingly it’s something” Collected post. The first part holds a TW for death and implied suicide ideation. Take care of yourselves, guys.
My grandma died. Condolences to my mother are welcome; condolences to me are frankly wasted because just two days ago I had a nightmare where she didn’t and yeah… the nightmare was that she didn’t. I keep my room. I don’t have to run away. This is callous and I’m just so so very familiar with death as a concept that I can’t feel bad, because I’ve been so close to it so many times. My room is mine now — for good. My mom cleaned it while I was away, and I haven’t tidied but I intend to.
I was away because I was invited to do press at Hyper Japan. This is more my sister’s thing, generally, but the food pavilion was my thing. I had the sake experience, and I’m still waffling over whether I’m too ignorant to give opinions, but I could? Would you want me to? It was wonderful, I had thoughts, I would love to share them. I also tried wine, and some poke, and a few other things. I brought back soups and pasta for when it’s not 35C. I’m really glad I went. I’m really glad I had someone to go with me.
The whole time — almost three weeks — I stayed with my friend Leish. It was wonderful. I detoxed. I got sushi, we ordered in sometimes, we got weird burgers. I was in Bow and I liked it so much more than I expected to like somewhere in East London. They — I am also they; I came out as agender after my grandma’s death — were hospitable and incredible and I am so, so very lucky. They took me to the Tate Modern, which they love, and I dragged them to the Royal Academy, which was less newly free than it announced on the website.
I borrowed a crop top, and dungarees. It was one of the best trips of my life. I mainlined Schitt’s Creek and fell in love.
Also I’m obsessed with this Clothes Horse shoot. The color palette is exquisite.
I took my gorgeous nightgown from UK Lingerie and failed to shoot it, but I wore it once, and took a couple of bad bad pictures for IG stories. I think it’s time for a little wishlist slash must shoot this sometime, which is what Collected means. This is what a week in summer calls for: