Thursday, 12 December 2013

neglecting your blog 101

I want to be in Twin Peaks. David Lynch is a twisted genius - I've been in denial that it's over, that I have watched it all. WHAT ARE THE OWLS???????? AHHHHHH IF THEY ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM THEN WTF ARE THEY.


ahh like the best two characters <3

I am sick of this narcissism that has taken over our generation. I don't need another excuse to think/talk about myself, which is what a blog is? basically?

Sometimes I feel separate from myself, watching over. It's strange. Dreams are the same way, observing a scene, observing myself. I want to cover all the mirrors, delete my instagram, any means of actively looking at myself. 'selfies' are a strange concept. Why do we take pictures of ourselves? I'm not particularly against it, but it's not good for me. me me me.


Tricky is an entity, a necessity. Found this song in trying to make a mixtape of his music:

How beautiful? 

End of the year and it is busy busy busy. Where did the time go?


Monday, 11 November 2013

cut it short

I have lately been pondering/obsessing over the possibility of cutting my hair short. 

I was thinking shoulder length or even shorter? 

I love my hair long but I need something different. Life is irritably bland. My half term has already blurred with the hours of school I'm sinking in. The only change is my emotions, which are sucky and confusing at the moment.

I watched Paris, Texas on Saturday night, which is simply an aesthetic beauty fest (most of that beauty being Jane). It was calming to be in Texas for a while. I miss America so much. It really is a great film, which I feel inadequate to review. I am so bad at describing how I feel about things lately.

Cue inspiration for my wanting to hack off my hair.

...and a ridiculous photo of me with scarlett's hair:

Monday, 28 October 2013


I made another mixtape for my mum - her only request for a birthday present. It's up and to the right in the sidebar, check it out!

It's half term this week, and I'm already dreading how quickly it's going to go. It seems like in school life you're always anticipating the break from school or particular events to keep you going, like checkpoints in some endless game. I don't hate school, but I know I should be more grateful for the education I receive.

I think the latest mixtape, for my mum, really reflects how I feel right now, even though I didn't realise at the time of choosing the songs and compiling it. It's all about heartbreak and moving on and trying to reach out and find someone, which just keeps sounding more and more relevant to my life as I write this sentence. I especially love the re-discovered The Roots song, Sleep. Hypnotic.

I don't know how to write. I haven't written in a while. It seems lately I've been distracting myself with unimportant things, detracting from everything else that actually matters to me. I'm not as anguished as I probably seem here on the internet. 
I just feel detached.


Tuesday, 15 October 2013

please insert title thanks

I am trying and failing to re-design my blog. It is now in its awkward in-between stage just like I am, being a teenager, and looks pretty terrible right now. please pity/help meee.

I feel lame as a blogger and generally as a person right now. To describe it accurately, I feel meh.
Completely lost for inspiration, I helplessly ramble to the internet.

My mum's friend (hey, remember andrea?) made this video of my mum (<3<3<3), which is cute and you should watch. yeah.


Monday, 16 September 2013

for suzy (bishop)



I made a playlist for Suzy Bishop, with songs I'd think she'd like or fit with her vibe or songs I'd like her to listen to.

...because she's REAL, guys!

It's up ^ and to the right > a bit, in the sidebar, so have a listen and enjoy! (I hope!)

remixes are fun I'm gonna do more guys



Sunday, 25 August 2013

aaaand she's back!

So, I have returned from my 3-week excursion to the land of America.

Which has been eventful and fun and amazing and almost...enlightening! I:
  • Finished Lolita on the plane back (which was hardcore and awe-inspiring and couldn't be read anywhere else BUT in America),
  • Got loads of new clothes (I shouldn't say new actually, most were vintage or used. I discovered the beacon's closet, guys!!! Check it out.), and
  • GOT A VINTAGE POLAROID FROM THE 70'S OR SOMETHING IT IS GORGEOUS (thank you Debbie!!!! It looks like this omigod: Tell me it's not beautiful. Go on. Also it works and did I mention it is gorgeous.)

Here is my trip in pictures, presented to you, dear reader, in two sections.

PART ONE: New York

Local diner where PURE MELTED BUTTER was served with the french toast...yum.

African art exhibition we went to.


Sitting down in museums when tired is my 'thing'.

We went to a David Clowes exhibition which was totally awesome...I think I'm going to get Ghost World! There were loads of original artworks and basically he's cool.

Being cute by Lake Michigan, my hometowwwnn.

This is by Diego Rivera -  I didn't know he ever did cubism!!

My summer's been pretty unproductive otherwise...and school starts in a bit over a week. WHYYYYYYYYYYY???????

more 2 come l8r


P.S. I just watched Moonrise Kingdom for the fifth time.

P.P.S. bye.

Wednesday, 31 July 2013

goin' to the us of a

I'm going to New York tomorrow, and then off to Chicago (my mum and I's annual pilgrimage to the good old USA). I'm so excited to go back, but I know it's going to go so fast and then I'll be back to school. ugh.

Definitely bringing my instant fujifilm camera, which I have totally neglected until now, keeping it to collect dust on my shelf pretty much wholly for aesthetic pleasure. It is pretty damn adorable though - you can't blame me.
I can't wait to go, for so many reasons; the people and the shops and the vibes and the weather and the art/inspiration of museums and things and the lurve of family (and the fact that I will be in the same state as tavi).

I should probably be packing or practicing guitar or something.

-Hannah x

(P.S. I'm really tired (and have a headache))

Monday, 15 July 2013

solange knowles

I admit, I am VERY late to the Solange scene. As in, I knew she existed about 2 years ago and only listened to her music today...


I feel bad for her in a way, since Beyonce is a QUEEN and more famous than her.

But the first thing I thought when I was watching Solange's video 'Losing You' was: "uh she is so much cooler".



virgin suicides film review

For school we made a magazine (which I was actually really excited about, being me), and I did a 'proper' film review of The Virgin Suicides, as oppose to my earlier gushing. Anon, you shalt read...

Set in the unnerving American suburbs, The Virgin Suicides, directed by Sofia Coppola and based on the book by Jeffery Eugenides, is a compelling narration of the Lisbon sisters’ short lives. Unlike most stories, The Virgin Suicides is told collectively, by a group of boys who had become obsessed with the sisters, falling in love with the girls in their adolescent naivety. Indeed they still do, unable to forget the sisters 25 years later. The girls’ story is pieced together with flashbacks; nostalgic experiences the boys had clung to, trying to understand the enigmatic Lisbon sisters (though never succeeding).

The story begins so: it’s the leafy Michigan suburbs in summer, the Lisbon family lives across the street; with their dad, a maths teacher at the local high school, dominated by their mum, an oppressive, devout Christian, and the five mysteriously beautiful golden-haired daughters (specifically Lux, the main object of desire, played by Kirsten Dunst). However, the summery feeling is soon eradicated with the scene of Cecilia (Hanna Hall) peacefully floating in a pink bath of her own blood, having slit her wrists in an attempted suicide. At the hospital, her doctor says: “What are you doing here? You’re not old enough to know how bad life gets.” To which Cecilia replies: “Obviously, doctor, you’ve never been a 13-year-old-girl.”

After an examination, the doctor suggests Cecilia should get some of the male company she and her sisters had so long been deprived of. So ensues the first and last of the sisters’ parties; an awkward, adult-monitored collection of teenagers making small-talk in the family basement. The same night Cecilia impales herself, jumping onto the fence outside her bedroom window.

The remaining girls return to school as if nothing had happened, and soon convince their parents to let them go to the school prom. Lux, of course, attracts heartthrob Trip Fontaine, while sisters Bonnie, Mary and Therese are auctioned off to three other boys. The prom scene is a hazy nostalgia fest, with the yearning and lust of adolescence. Later that night, Lux loses her virginity to Trip on the football stadium field, waking up alone. She arrives home the next morning, and her mum goes wild with rage, locking the girls in the house. They are forbidden to leave, and are taken out of school. The boys watch the decomposing Lisbon house across the street, waiting.

The Virgin Suicides is scarily fitting with this month’s theme; from the boyish hopes and dreams of the hormonal narrators to the sun-drenched cinematography and the dreaminess, the nostalgia, the disconnectedness of the plot itself, this film is simply an alternate form of summer. The Virgin Suicides is an unsettling teenage romance, and it will not fail to seduce you with its vivid immediecy and beauty.
After reading the book myself, I wanted to wait for the ‘perfect time’ to watch The Virgin Suicides. I thought watching it on my own or with the right friend would make the experience magical. For a few weeks I anticipated this time, waiting. Inevitably, I gave up on waiting and watched it. And I discovered that it was magical anyway.


Monday, 1 July 2013

the virgin suicides

I watched The Virgin Suicides yesterday...finally...

It was amazing and I fell in love with every character and the bedroom scenes of the sisters were the most perfect thing ever and I love that Sofia Coppola kept the story exactly the same, because the words of Jeffrey Eugenides are pure gold. 

I was waiting a really long time to watch this film, for the 'perfect time'. I wanted it to be spiritual, and I thought watching it by myself or with friends would somehow make it more special but then I scrapped my anticipation and watched it with my dad.

The film so closely resembled all that The Virgin Suicides really is that I almost expected what was coming next. Nothing surprised me, and it was a natural experience to watch, if that makes sense. 

I feel so sorry for the father when he starts to go mad and gets fired. The angsty frustration of burning your beloved vinyl records was so beautifully portrayed by Kirsten Dunst, who surprisingly fitted Lux's character.

I could go on with my awkwardly-worded musings, but the cinematography of it was equally brilliant as everything else, so FILM STILLS TIME!

And so much more...