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I had a horror day at work yesterday and can't wait until Bright Week starts on Monday. Now when I say bright I don't mean all white with a splash of Carolyn Quartermaine-pink tray bright or white room-w/-yellow-Tolix-chair bright (oh, how I do love that look though), I mean loud-clashing-saturated-visually assaulting-almost offensive bright - eek, I'm missing pastels already - but it's all part of the unravelling and it's not too late to join. On another note, I've been dreaming about blogging + styling + moving to Paris and making my night job (i.e. blogging) my day job, so I'm putting my feelers out and asking that anyone interested in advertising on concrete & honey to e-mail me. Happy weekend. x
I caught Slumdog Millionaire on the last day it was showing. I must say, I wasn't prepared for the torture at the start of the movie, but the way they answered every question with a past experience was extremly clever. Hardship, colour, violence, love, betrayal and cruelty peppered the movie but the absolute standout was the stunning Mumbai-based model Freida Pinto. When she looked up, wearing that orange sari at the train station and smiled, that was the moment beauty, hope and dreams coverged at their finding each other. I left thinking how a beautiful girl at the end of the story heals all life's ills up until that point. I couldn't help but wonder whose story I'll be at the end of.
I want to brave love, one that makes me weak in the knees

European StreetStyle.