the sound of music

this post is being made promptly at the request (demand) of a miss kitten.

i woke up at 11:30 am on sunday morning quite proud of myself. not only had i stayed up until 5 am drawing some 30 new dress designs (what COOL KIDS do on a saturday night in london... ? ), i had actuallly managed to wake up before 2 in the afternoon. "good job hannah". pat on the back.

it quickly became apparent why i had woken. now i don't know about you guys... but there is nothing better than blaring and bumping techno to really get ya goin' on a grey sunday morning. wait. no. that's just what my NEIGHBOR thinks. while i completely appreciate and support expression through music... COME ON! i'm going to kill you! soon enough i found myself stomping around my room, slamming doors, and making angry comments aloud to myself. i literally had to leave... or someone was going to die. sometimes i'm surprised (pleasantly?) by the rage that can form in between my eyeballs in those little creases in a matter of a minute.

i straped a green-houndstooth print bandana around my head, put on my jacket and puma tennies ... and got the hell outta there. standing outside the door of my flat ... i wished desperately that someone could be there to laugh with me. no one... damn. the "techno" i was so angry about moments before... turned out to actually be some ridiculous early 90's r&b ballad ... played extremely loud with the bass turned up too high. if you know me at all you will not be surprised to hear me say that while i recognized the song... i couldn't remember for the life of me who or what it was. whatever. not the point.

a few more steps down the block and it sounded like bollywood was about to bust out onto the street.

apparently leyton likes its music. as do i. apparently we just don't like the same music.



and so it was off to camden town ... also a musical part of london, but known more for its punk than whitney houston. the outoor market (pictured above) is great. better than great. so great... it's a little overwhelming. you just have to be prepared to put on your mean face to push your way through traffic and escape the "offerings" of crazy japanese ladies trying to force feed you then make you pay for it. i was there on a bit of a mission (could have something to do with an upcoming birthday... on the 26th of feb the aforementioned miss kitten will be turning 19... so get on it people!). on the way i picked up a few little things for myself. it was a great and successful escape. weaving my way through the masses and back into the tube station to hop on the northern line i could hear a dude belting out some gnarls barkley song. he had been singing the exact same one when i had arrived in camden two hours earlier.

on another musical note (ha ha ... clever i know) kitty has been sending me clips of a song she's working on. she rocks. serisouly. she will be famous someday... and i'll design her cd covers ... and the dress she wears to the grammys. i can't wait.

so since i know you peeps don't tune in just for "words" ... here are some of my favorite pics from the weekend. enjoy.



what? is it so wrong for a girl to match her tea cup to her pink fuzzy pants and hoodie?



as you can see by their footwear, people in camden are way more creative than the rest of londoners.



chinese new year = pretty.



whatever.