paul the psychic octopus

(Black Milk cape, Jeffrey Campbell Exam wedges)

I enjoy the fact that I live in a world which can lay claim to a psychic octopus, and where lines like 'German fans sang anti-octopus songs' appear in newspapers. Alliterations like 'clairvoyant cephalopod' and 'mollusc medium' are just like the icing on top of a cake, of course. I mean, it's utterly deranged and extremely insane, AND I FUCKING LOVE IT.

sunday bathtime could take a while

(FINSK wedges, vintage sweater, American Apparel dress)

Gotta love FINSK shoes. If I had the option, I'd choose to die and be buried in them. And if I do happen to die in FINSK, it'd better damn well be in a fucking spectacular way (in a human cannonball performance gone tragically wrong, perhaps, and props if confetti and candy are involved), just so it'd make international headlines and everyone would go, "That's screwed up, how sa- OH WOW THOSE ARE SOME PRETTY AMAZING SHOES.".