True Romance is my idea of a perfect film. Written by Quentin Tarantino; there's action, there's eccentrically real characters, scenes to make you laugh, scenes to make you cry and as the title suggests- romance. Infatuating, dangerous romance that mirrors the likes of Bonnie and Clyde. Everything I love in a film, True Romance has.
One thing that drew me to sit down and watch True Romance was the bright colours and eclectic clothes worn by the two main characters- Alabama and Clarence. For a film that gets pretty dark and violent, the colour schemes and outfits worn seem to totally juxtapose the themes in the film. But I guess that sums up the relationship of Clarence and Alabama; totally in love and happy while surrounded by danger. And the bright clothes only add to this idea of them being a beacon for love and hope. Well that's my interpretation.
True Romance style would fit right into summer and has a total Ibiza vibe. The bright neons in clashing prints and textures seem to work so perfectly on Alabama and I think it's all down to the silhouettes- floaty bandeau tops with leggings, bras paired with a-line skirts, low cut dresses with a oversized coat thrown over the top. The off-setting shapes keep the look playful but never too sexy. perfect!
I'll be channelling Alabama in what's left of the summer by working print on print and never shying away from colour. Pairing a patterned a-line skirt with a blue bralette as a more wearable take on her signature look. Then going into winter I'll be throwing big coats over little dresses.
However if that's not really your style, you can always go for a Clarence look. Think Hawaiian skirts over plain white tees and a khaki military jacket or a bright blazer. Clarence style is very Americana meet Tropicana.
I'm totally lusting after this Clarence and Alabama tattoo t-shirt. I love this film so much I'm 100% willing to unleash my fangirl love onto the public via this t-shirt. Might have to be my next purchase.
For me, True Romance is one of the most beautiful films ever made. A tale of love in it's most dangerous form yet the relationship between the two never becomes toxic.
One of the best final scenes ever.
After craving coconut ice for about a month I decide to try my hand at making some, and it turns out its super super simple and easy! Here's how you can make your own-
What You'll Need...
- 250g of sweetened condensed milk
- 250g of icing sugar (you'll also need extra for dusting your rolling pin and board etc)
- 200g of dessicated coconut
- pink food colouring (this is totally optional, I couldn't find any at Tesco so didn't bother)
What To Do...
1)Mix together the condensed milk and icing sugar in a big bowl.
2)Work in all the coconut. You might wanna use your hands as it becomes super stiff and almost dough-like.
3)If you're using food colouring- Split the mixture in two and add the colouring to one half
4)Dust a board with icing sugar and roll the mixture out. If you used food colouring you're going to want to shape the two colours into rectangles and place one on top of the other to get the traditional coconut ice look. But if not just roll the mixture out to the shape and thickness you want.
5)You then need to leave the mixture to cool, I just popped mine in the fridge overnight.
6)When set simply cut the coconut ice into pieces and enjoy!
Super tasty and could make a sweet little gift if you packaged some pieces in a nice box!
It's a rare occasion that I'm dragged away from my laptop, but last week I was dragged all the way to the Isle of Wight- a place with an abundance of coffee shops, scenic views and winding roads but absolutely no wifi. Was I on holiday or was I forced to partake in an Internet detox? who knows.
And so I spent a week walking along beaches, eating far too many scones, drinking far too many lattes, winning uno and becoming addicted to art therapy colouring books.
We quickly discovered that the Isle of Wight is very small and that most attractions were for younger kids, not my 20 year old sister and I. But we made do. One attraction I did love was Osborne House which was Queen Victoria's summer home. The décor was so intricate and regal I think I could've looked at it forever, and I love history so it was interesting reading about the house and the love story between Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. Super super pretty house.
Honestly holidays stress me out quite a lot. I hate having to leave everything behind like this blog, and all the other little projects I'm working on. I'm the sort of person that needs to be in control, I like lists and phone reminders and being able to just work on things. So being laptop-less and wifi-less for a week was tricky! But all in all I enjoyed myself. It was nice to be able to just relax, go for a warm in the warm weather, play some crazy golf and not be stressed about college etc. If you're after a total detox, relax holiday without having to pay a ridiculous amount or fly across oceans, I think the Isle of Wight it a good choice. It's calming, it's pretty and there's several beaches for you to lounge to your heart's content.
It was so lovely to just get away for a week with my family, I asserted my authority as queen of card games, became a colouring god and developed an unhealthy addiction to clotted cream, but now i'm home and back to work on a exciting secret project which will be revealed SOON (watch this space and keep your eyes on my social media! )
Arriving in Budapest with my best friend was something that I always had an inkling I would do, however Budapest – I was never too sure. The only time I had ever heard of Budapest, was the George Ezra track – it isn't the most known first holiday destination, probably two young girls would travel to Amsterdam, Malia, Zante or Ibiza.
Personally, I am not that much of a party animal, honestly I could not think of anything worse that drinking blue slush from a bucket in a sticky, hot and sweaty room full of buzz cut walnut whip haircuts, and the dreaded vest top that is too long at the sides and shows off the ribs of any eighteen year old boy. So, we decided on Budapest. The landlocked country in the middle of Eastern Europe – no beach in site but accompanied by architecturally stunning buildings.
We had planned a lot of our holiday around the famous (kinda) ruined bars, a tenfold version of bars in the middle of Brick Lane or Hoxton. With the multiple decrepit rooms, with old-moth eaten rugs, tellies hanging from the ceiling playing the visions of someone who had taken way too much MDMA. With the trees growing through the middle of the bars, and the bustling metropolis of inter-railers the bars were idiosyncratic. After rumbling the cobbled back streets of Budapest, we managed to find the bar Szimpla Kert – we entered into it with high hopes and they were met. The distant rumble of the Hungarian bass bands and a bar-waitress holding a bowl of peeled carrots and handing them out the finders – it was weird and unique and that is why I fell in love with it.
Another great thing about the trip was paying a mere 800HUF (£2) to walk up to a rooftop to watch a French film with as much free salted popcorn as you wanted. Watching the sunset lower behind the Parisian – apparently – skyline at the Corvinteto and waiting for the film to start. Stocked up with salted popcorn, Coco Cola in a bottle and the sunset down behind the clouds, the film played The Untouchables, however a French film promised with English subtitles didn't happen, the English didn’t happen – Hungarian subtitles happened. However, with the introduction of steak chips and fake laughter, pretending to know what the film was actually talking about – it was one of the best nights of the holiday.
When you travel to Budapest make sure that you have the money to keep buying metro tickets, don’t get sucked into the Budapest Card as it is far cheaper to buy 72hr metro tickets from the machines – if they decided to work for you. Hungary is extremely strict with train, tram and bus tickets, so make sure that you get the tickets – and avoid at any cost having an argument with a scary Hungarian man who proceeds to fine you 8000HUF and shouting about taking you to the police station. BUY THE TICKETS.
I am an atheist, however I was always willing to look for something which might change that spirituality within me, perhaps waiting for that one part of religion that would gain my attention and kind of make me feel a tiny slight spiritual. Walking up a mountain to Gellért Hill Cave(Sziklatemplom) in 40 degree heat was never my cup of tea, to say the least. So we arrived, paying 500 HUF to gain entry. For myself, I have never believed that you should pay to go into a church – it’s a spiritual essence not a money making business (I think), due to the hot weather I was wearing a halter neck top – however I was asked to cover myself up with a cloth and to be silent. Ok, so I respect this and religion, at the end of the day who am I to judge? But initially I felt offended due to men being able to walk around the church with their backs and shoulders out, but my female anatomy offends those in the church. I mean, it was a beautiful Church; the stain glass windows were simply beautiful, although I couldn't concentrate due to the smelly cloth around my shoulders covering my “modesty”.
I whole heartily believe that if you want to understand and feel part of a country you are visited, and then try their traditional food. Hungarian traditional food is focused around Paprika, Goulash and buttered noodles – Goulash is actually extremely satisfying, it is similar to a beef casserole but in soup form – it is great and please try it if you are there. However, do not order the buttered noodles thinking that they will be long thin noodles that you get with Thai food, they resemble mashed up noodles and mash potato together – try it, but be prepared for it.
However, alike the obvious travel writers will preach – go to Heroes Square, walk to the top of Szt. Gellert hill and visit the Citadel, cross the Chain Bridge and visit the Opera house. However, I am not going to preach this – as much as they are stunning and sight-seeing opportunities – you will be surrounded by selfie sticks and ignorant tourists. Walking up a hill to me to see the statue in 40 degrees is not too fun.
I did have a great time, luckily I went with my best friend so we could have a laugh about most of the things we saw, and we didn't feel the need to walk around to every monument because we were chilling out for the most. However, I would say don’t go for 7 nights – go for a shorter amount of time because it is a small city and once you've seen it, it becomes repetitive.
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