And You Don't Know Why You Cry...

Wednesday, 29 February 2012

I'm so wrapped up in my heartbreak
I don't notice that your heart aches
So you find solace in a bottle and the
Nicotine that fills your lungs
On those late nights in the arms of
Someone who treats you with disdain and
Is immune to your pain
And you don't know why,
Why you cry
Or you do know, you just don't want to think about it,
To dig beneath the surface and be forced to address
The things about your past that make the present so dark
Because that might be worse than emotionless sex or running back to your ex
And I don't even see that you
Don't know why you cry
But I'm supposed to be your friend
It's you that I turn to again and again
To discuss everything from the life changing to the mundane
But when I ask you what's wrong
Your eyes fill with shame
And you tell me you still don't know why
Why you cry
And to forget it, just you being stupid, nothing to worry about at all
But now I'm afraid every time you don't answer my call
And I envision you sitting with your back against the wall
Tears falling into your vodka
Thoughts rushing that you don't want to decipher
And you certainly can't explain
So you breathe in the smoke to anaesthetise the pain
Tomorrow you'll wake up and do the same thing again
Because you still don't know why
Why you cry
I didn't see the tears in your eyes because of your smile
Or the escapism behind our drunken nights
But now I know it seems glaringly obvious
And I can't help but wonder how I missed this
All I want to say is
I don't care why
Why you cry
Just please know that you can cry with me.

Graffiti Girl

Saturday, 25 February 2012

I love going down to London's Southbank, there is always such a vibe and usually some kind of free festival going on. These pictures were taken down by the skater ramps and I even managed to borrow some guys skateboard! The lipstick I've got on here is called 'Pink Shock' and was only a couple of quid from Collection 2000 but it really pops. Sometimes it's fun to play around with different shades and you don't wanna shell out £30 only to find out it doesn't suit you after all...

Graphic Prints

Who remembers a show on Channel 5 called 'The Tribe'? It was teens in a kind of post-Apocalypse world and these pics reminded me of that a bit. Clashing prints is a new thing for me...but I think I like it!

Jeans, blazer and shoes from River Island, shirt Asos.

London Rocker

There are so many nooks and crannies in London. I've driven past this little park near Waterloo station so many times but never been inside and seen these cute little benches before this day. I haven't seen a proper London phone box in aaages so got all excited when I saw this one, what with my fur hat making look like a guard!

All the stuff I have on here can be found in River Island apart from my boots, bag and my hat. We all know I love a vintage fur hat and the bag is Mulberry.

City Girl Chic

I'm having a bit of a love affair with River Island at the moment, head to toe in it here! I'm loving coloured jeans right now too, these pink ones are hot and I want some pastel pink ones too..

Snow and Roses

So who remembers those few days we had of gorgeous snow recently? I spent the Sunday down at Columbia Road Flower Market in East London with my good friend Louise. We had bagels and hot chocolate in a little cafe and the market trader in the picture below gave me some free red roses because he said they were nearly as pretty as me! Pretty much a perfect day...

The dress I'm wearing here is cool brand Monki, who recently opened their first London store on Carnaby Street. I've got my Doctor Marten's on because what else can you wear in the snow really, and my cute hat was another vintage find.


Saturday, 4 February 2012

I’m a huge (some might say hopeless) romantic. I believe in soul mates, everlasting love and all that jazz, so a play entitled ‘Lovesong’  (Lyric theatre, Hammersmith) sounded right up my street. And it was.

Simultaneously telling the story of Maggie and Billy in their twenties and also in present day, Lovesong couples the mundane aspects of a marriage with the significant and uses music and multi-media to beautiful effect to tell this story of love, time and mortality.
The set was minimal; just a table, bed and wardrobe but with the video projection onto pillars and the leaves covering the whole stage, the entire house and garden were easily visualised. The characterisation of Maggie (Sian Phillips) and Billy (Sam Cox) as an elderly couple was spot on, the nagging and routine of familiarity. Young Billy (Edward Bennet) was charming and sarcastic in equal measure and while young Maggie (Leanne Rowe) was a little predictable and stiff, she looked amazing in her 1960’s costumes and her woodenness didn’t apply to her dance. A collaboration between writer Abi Morgan (Shame, The Hour)and physical theatre company Frantic Assembly, dance and movement sequences were used to convey emotion staggeringly well. I found some of the individual routines a little redundant and even a bit uncomfortable to watch in the case of the older Maggie, as she seemed so fragile, but this was obviously the intention. However, they were powerfully moving when performed together; when Billy moved with the young incarnation of Maggie you could see his yearning for a time when she was strong young and healthy. When the young couple cavorted on the kitchen table, the routine was so effective and steamy I’m sure I blushed.
But it was the incredible bed scene that really stood out and jumped easily into my top 3 physical theatre moments ever. All four actors performed an epic movement sequence which saw them all enter and exit at various time through a ‘crack’ in the bed, sliding in and out of the performance space. It was frantic yet fluid and poignantly symbolic of the overlapping of time; our past, present and future. As the four actors moved across the bed, slipping in and out of the hidden entrance, they were so interlocked, as indeed the lives of a married couple are.
Love is the theme of this play. Love in its every day form, picking what to wear or to eat, discussing friends and neighbours and the marital home. Love when it is flirty and fresh, full of kisses and touches. Love when it reaches the complicated times of financial hardship, infidelity, infertility. Love as it deals with illness and prepares to be parted. The scene of Billy counting all the things he would no longer be able to do for himself when Maggie dies, begins with him sounding incredibly put out but becomes heartbreaking as his anger rises, as we realise that it just may ring true. The delicate question of what happens to a love when one person is no longer in this mortal life was handled so realistically and the older actors were heart-warming. By the final scene, when they recounted how they met whilst finishing each other’s sentences and then lay listening to one iPod after Maggie had taken the pills she had been storing up for this very night, the sniffling in the audience was almost louder than the actors. Almost everyone was in tears, not least my friend who had cried on and off since about 10 minutes in, and the actors came out for 5 encores.  Beautifully produced, beautifully acted and with a stunning soundtrack that along with video added to an almost film like quality, Lovesong was truly a triumph for love.