Prom pictures, thoughts on White Noise, etc.
Mother and I went around Plymouth to take pictures of me before prom. The dress is a Victorian summer dress circa 1910.
Shots from a path in Downtown Plymouth, which runs by a very lovely creek. My favourite place for solitude, reading etc.
My mother took these. I am amazed--this may be the first time ever that she has created an image of me that is truthful in some way.
Hines, by the lake.
In Downtown Plymouth.
Playas!
So what does one do upon having completed one's secondary education? Why, go to the grand opening of Ikea, of course. Me, Ian, and Jenny went to explore the culture of the chic mass-produced and I've got to say I have never felt so acutely the sense of White Noise until that instant. Semi-war-zone-esque as well, as Ian pointed out. However all was intoxicating in its clean and well-displayed consumerism, and thus I felt right at home. The Swedish thing makes me nostalgic for Holland, in addition.
Pending entry on things contemporary when I've time (YES, I AM STILL WORKING).
Yay for waking up at 11:30.