Vogue has drawn my attention to the works of a great artist I'd never heard of before called Ed Ruscha. I think he'd be classed as a Pop Artist? I'm not sure, not knowing much about these things. But I've decided that I loved words in art! This:

This made me think of a poster I'd seen somewhere that I loved instantly, by Anthony Burrill:

So simple but so effective. This is my favourite of the day:

Says it all.

A Much Needed Catch-Up

Regretfully I have completely neglected my blog for over a week now. In my defense, it was my 22nd birthday last week and I was a busy bee! To summarise last week, I turned 22 on Tuesday 1st September and went out for food and drinks with Sarah Megs in the eve to celebrate. On Wednesday I spent hours shopping with the majority of the money I'd been given for my birthday. On Thursday I shopped again but this time vicariously through Sarah Megs as she wanted a new outfit. In the eve, nearly the whole Smith clan went for a meal in town to celebrate both my birthday and my cousin's 20th which was coming up on the 5th. On the Friday I went over to my cousin's for a proper catch up and to have a look at all her photos and collected pieces from her recent travels. She went to Hong Kong and Dubai, and I have to say, I'd love to visit Hong Kong. Mentally adding Hong Kong to the list of desirable places to visit... done. Saturday had been planned for weeks as my birthday night out with the girls, but first we would spend the day in town eating sushi and doing more shopping. Loved it. The evening plan turned into a was a bit of a disorganised night with us needing/wanting to be in various places all over town at different times, but we managed to do it even after it looked unlikely we'd ever get to Sophbeck! Standing outside McDonalds at 2am, each of us in various stages of shitfacedness with every randomer Leicester has to offer popping up out of nowhere for a chat is never a classy look. But make it to Sophbeck we did, very drunk, with me ending up back at home gone 5am, eating microchips before passing out, and waking the next day with the inevitable hangover and the journey back to Manchester.

So that was my week! I'm starting to get a bit dizzy going between Leicester, Manchester and less often, Llandudno all summer. I forget who I know from which place and where I had this meal and where we had that conversation and even who it was with. But I'm glad I chose to spend the summer this way because now I have money saved for future enjoyable times, i.e. our day trip to London, a spa visit with my mother, a visit to Spain for LB's 21st, our trip to NYC in 2010..? God I hope these things materialise, they are what get me through the days!

Speaking of all things enjoyable, Ally D is returning from the states in a matter of days and we have planned a night out for her return back in to our fold as well as for LB's imminent voyage to the continent. I genuinely cannot wait and I know it won't hit me til days after that LB is really leaving and that Ally is really back. It's going to be very bittersweet.