Sherman & Shisha

Don't Sit Down Cause I've Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys

Oh goodness the alliteration in the title of this post made me involuntarily moan rather inappropriately. It's really that good.

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1) Last week, Ievan got sent to Ben Sherman's Spring/Summer '11...........showcase (for lack of a better word) as Topshop's Style Scout.

I really have been spending an excessive amount of time with this self-declared scene slut. It might be unhealthy, I dunno. We might have to detach ourselves from each other as soon as one of us puts on weight (we've been gorging very uglily on good good food).

The details are sketchy, so here's a bombardment of pictures of a plaid in a myriad of delicious colours and a whole load of Ievan to distract.

Decent photo with Dyan is DECENT.

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2) Had vague plans to meet Dionel much later, but the boy was being too much of an anti-planner to pull things properly together. In the end, we all too conveniently ended up at Arab Street with a very eclectic mix of people, everyone extremely loud and incredibly close.

Everything rolled by nicely and leisurely, taking it's own glorious time to mingle with the air so that it felt good. There was just no space to feel sour because every corner was filled with good vibes, and all you would find around you is good folk, laughter infinitely spilling from their mouths. It was such a lovely soundtrack to such a lovely time.

Too much nice things might spoil you, so here's ending with Fizah to remind you that DEATH BY GLARE is indeed possible. Cherish the small things, children, you're going to die any time.

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