the personal hurricanes of kirsty mitchell.

comicallyvintage: It’s None Of Your Business!

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:42:09 +0100

It’s None Of Your Business!

"Meredith was not so secure in her maturity that she did not suffer those periods of despondency and..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:55:23 +0100

““Meredith was not so secure in her maturity that she did not suffer those periods of despondency and doubt which seemed to weave through the lives of self-reliant women.””

- Don DeLillo, Americana.

"…it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual;..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:52:00 +0100

““…it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual; without it, he had nothing against which to scrape his anger, no echo for grief, and not the slightest proof that there were others more lonely than he. it was just a passing thought.””

- Don DeLillo, Americana

last night was interesting. i’m not really sure what it was, but we kissed, and he said it was...

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:18:20 +0100

last night was interesting. i’m not really sure what it was, but we kissed, and he said it was nice to kiss somebody, and I said it was nice to just kiss somebody. same problem, different angle. never sure how much of a lifespan these things have; we’re both restless with an eye on the horizon, he barely drinks, I make a living out of it, but it’s a fun notion to entertain for a while. and walking through the city letting it get dark and seeing the lights come out, talking and just taking it all in, it was a good, uncharacteristically sedate way to spend an evening.

hearing about other women he’s seen lately, because men always seem to want to talk about those things. not offering up stories myself, because the only men that even make good stories are men who have actually managed to get close to my emotions, and therefore deserve the respect of not being anecdotal. the rest is just a shopping list, not entertaining at all.

it’s fun when life is as simple as how cute you can be drinking a gin and tonic, listening intently. i’m reading Americana by don delillo at the moment, and also privately obsessing over film stills. so this kind of double play of how things look, real or like a tableaux, is forefront in my brain at the moment.

coming home without reapplying my long-gone lipstick, I climbed into bed with a shivery-cold glass of pinot grigio (I am trying to invoke the sungods, okay), and watched a Belgian film that desperately wanted to be a Hitchcock, lost myself in overly made up, high camp female fear for a bit, dreamed of having sixties eyelashes, and idly thought about the weekend.

I am enjoying the way I look at the moment. my days are taken up with elaborate beauty rituals, putting myself together for work, sorting though all the powders, paints, and potions I have. I feel playful. and given the strain of the last few months, I make no apologies for not being serious if I don’t hav to be.

from la rupture, claude chabrol, 1970

Thu, 16 May 2013 09:25:00 +0100

from la rupture, claude chabrol, 1970

from la rupture, claude chabrol, 1970

Thu, 16 May 2013 09:22:00 +0100

from la rupture, claude chabrol, 1970

from la rupture, claude chabrol, 1970

Thu, 16 May 2013 09:21:00 +0100

from la rupture, claude chabrol, 1970

When my parents tell me I can't afford to live in London

Wed, 15 May 2013 11:03:26 +0100

londongrumblr:

What I say:

What I’m thinking:

Thanks to Katherine!

Last night @fionagourlay decided she was gonna get a hamster but...

Wed, 15 May 2013 10:05:24 +0100

Last night @fionagourlay decided she was gonna get a hamster but carry it around like Paris Hilton does her chihuahua. And er, call it rogan josh. #work #twats

“All I wanted was just what everybody else wants, you know, to...

Wed, 15 May 2013 02:08:55 +0100

“All I wanted was just what everybody else wants, you know, to be loved”

Rita Hayworth (17th October 1918 - 14th May 1987)

THAT HAIR THOUGH

One motherfucker of a salad: spinach, cucumber, avocado, green...

Tue, 14 May 2013 14:00:05 +0100

One motherfucker of a salad: spinach, cucumber, avocado, green beans, avos, feta, sesame and black pepper coupons (freshly toasted) and umami dressing made by @meatpile. Getting my vits, bitches! #lunch #vegetarian

nudewave: Aguas Frescas, Irapuato, Guanajuato. México...

Tue, 14 May 2013 13:54:11 +0100

nudewave:

Aguas Frescas, Irapuato, Guanajuato. México (via vivirenmexico)

I really, really want to go to Mexico after all is settled in the next year.

look at the colours! I love agua fresca!

chasingcomics: The Man Who Lives Alone My Intro to Comics final...

Tue, 14 May 2013 12:32:21 +0100

chasingcomics:

The Man Who Lives Alone

My Intro to Comics final about ghosts and love.

this is cute. and I don’t normally do cute.

clambistro: AHH YEAH I REALLY love that the manager gave her a...

Tue, 14 May 2013 12:14:59 +0100

clambistro:

AHH YEAH

I REALLY love that the manager gave her a thirteen quid discount. what was the point of that? other than the amazing ‘I once gave beyonce thirteen quid off a 900 quid order’ story you could pull out at parties. if someone told me that story at a party I would laugh at it.

sometimes it’s as simple as the choices you make. choosing to sit in the kitchen talking and...

Tue, 14 May 2013 10:39:19 +0100

sometimes it’s as simple as the choices you make. choosing to sit in the kitchen talking and making food rather than aimlessly watching tv, reading instead of constantly hitting refresh. putting the laundry on before it piles up and going for short walks in the sunshine every morning.

that way it doesn’t matter when you wake up hungover on weekend mornings and luxuriate into doing nothing all day, instead wrapping yourself in your grey cardigan, watching documentaries on seventies hookers in nylon nightgowns, vowing to pluck your eyebrows later and never doing it.

things feel simple at the moment, because they have only to do with me. I am making them simple by not thinking about much more than which shorts I look best in, and the books I read.

a customer called me rude at work yesterday; because I refused to give him a free top up on his half-drunk pint; after refusing to give him three pints for free because he knocked his off his table. and it’s the first time I haven’t taken it personally. and he asked for my name, so I said ‘i’m kirsty louise Mitchell, assistant manager’, and he said he wanted to complain to my manager, so I pointed at neil, and said he was right there, go ahead. so he did.

I didn’t even talk to neil about it; or bother to defend myself. there isn’t much point, because neil always likes to believe complaints about me. and I mean seriously likes to. he used to see that him believing them made me cry in frustration, but I don’t care anymore. one time I had a complaint and for two weeks afterwards I quizzed the staff until I found someone who was there, and took them to neil to corroborate my side of the story, and he was like ‘well it doesn’t matter now’. which given that he’d made me cry and doubt my ability to do my job felt like the ultimate slap in the face. so now if I get a complaint, I let him have his moment of enjoying listening to it. whether it’s because he’s bored of people praising me, or because of all those times he gets visibily annoyed when i’m confident in my ideas and taking credit for my work, I don’t know, but let him have his moment of enjoyment at hearing shit about me. I know what I did, and I know what I said. and it’s as simple as the choices you make, as I said before. I chose not to let it affect me, and I chose not to let neil have control over whether it affects me further. and that made me feel strong as a goddamn ox, let me tell you.

I have to remember that saying no isn’t rude. I have to remember that I am the only one in my workplace who will look after my best interests. I have to remember that some people are part of teams, and some people prefer just to stand back and direct them. I have to remember that the team notices the difference and behaves accordingly. I have to remember that I am doing a good job.

work can’t fuck with me if I don’t let it. you can’t take the actions of people who are only out for themselves personally, because it’s never about you.

:D

Tue, 14 May 2013 10:09:24 +0100

Natalie D. Kane - Art and Code

Mon, 13 May 2013 13:39:28 +0100

Natalie D. Kane - Art and Code:

nataliekane:

Should artists understand the digital technologies they use in their work, should artists code? In a word, Yes.

I lived with this girl at university. she is MAD SMART.

Handwritten Post Day

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:23:15 +0100

1: Write your URL in some writing that you thought were super cool when you were younger. Eg, bubble letters, digital clock letters, letters with lots of embellishments, or letters with smiley faces in them.
2: Write a list of all the countries or states you’ve been to. Write a comment on each of them. Or some, if you can’t be bothered.
3: List your top three statistical Tumblr crushes and draw their icons.
4: Draw a selfie.
5: Name three things you like about yourself.
6: Do you like the climate you live in? What do you like about it or what would you change?
7: What is your current mood? Write and/or draw.
8: Can you tie a bow-tie? A regular tie? If yes, how and when did you learn?
9: Pick something from your immediate surroundings and tell the story behind the item.
10: The last time you noticed you’d put a piece of clothing on incorrectly, i.e. backwards/inside out/etc?
11: What is a typical breakfast for you?
12: How do you take your favorite coffee? Eg strong or weak? Black or with cream/milk and/or sugar/sweetener? Filter, espresso, French press or instant? Hot or iced? Regular or decaf? None of the above?
13: Describe your favorite food. Who makes it?
14: List 5 movies that you love.
15: What is a wanky memory from Tumblr that still makes you blush?
16: What brought you to Tumblr?
17: Have you had any real Tumblr crushes? If you want to keep your mystery, answer with a drawing.
18: Do you prefer to text or call your friends?
19: Write an autograph version of your URL.
20: Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph.

I might do this for a laugh/to try and use my paper journal on the daily.

chicken ranch, 1983, nick broomfield.

Sun, 12 May 2013 16:57:00 +0100

chicken ranch, 1983, nick broomfield.

from chicken ranch, 1983, nick broomfield.

Sun, 12 May 2013 16:56:00 +0100

from chicken ranch, 1983, nick broomfield.