Tourist times

It is nearly the weekend once more, and with it comes the freedom of celebrating in all dorkyness the things that tourists like to celebrate in london...like red telephone boxes. Yes, you will have to wait 5 mins before i allow you in to take your call,why? because i need the perfect tourist "phone box" facebook pic.

So here are my pics from the previous weekends tourist pics :)

have a happy weekend children

peaceout xoxo

Black and White and Dead all over

*pictures from blogs, google, 2nd picture- photographer: paul christey, hair and makeup: vivienne tran, model: elke bonner

My flatmate just got agro because i accidentally left the door unlocked. It seems she thinks i was personally trying to get her killed (regardless of the fact she wasn't even home). Ohwell perhaps she's right, maybe my subconcious was wishful thinking. Sadly my subconcious was disappointed.

It's raining in london!

peaceout lovers xox

hey that's me and i want you only

So i've grown up in the past few months...

I've realised that Jim isn't coming back from the dead to light my fire, that Heath will never hold my hair back while i puke after dancing on a table, that River Phoenix will always be too pretty for me (dead or alive), and that Elton John will always be gay and will never look like any of the prior mentioned loves of my life. I've also come to accept that fictional characters are impossible to have a romance with. It's this new found wisdom that has lead me to the only constant man love i've had that:

a) is real, and

b) has not self-destructed.

Dear Bruce,

It's me and i want you only

love elke xo