I work as a sometime slave at my sister's salon, answering phones, making tea, and listening to the depraved secrets of middle aged women. Two doors down is a small shop called St Fanourinos. Or something like that, us catholics don't know the names of all the saints I'm afraid. It's tiny, and full of religious stuff. It makes my head spin when i walk past, and puts dreams and ideas in there. I've always had religious nicknacks what with being a bible basher, and i love anything adorned with our lady. It's somewhat confusing putting the faces of the holy trinity and Mary on things like handbags and teatowels, but the tackiness really appeals to me.
I have visions of real old time Catholic schoolgirls, dark eyes and fraying schoolshirts, with rosaries and scowls. One of my favorite books, The Lake Of Dead Languages, documents the story of a girls' school. The students are morbid, with black lipstick and latin obsession. Bovver boots and opaque tights and shoegaze and faux lesbianism. The whole thing is dark and intrigueing in a pretty obvious way. Add this to my dreams of grottos, with trickling waterfalls and young girls heartbroken by Jesus, and you basically have my idea of the best kind of movie/music video/photo shoot ever. I don't know how ideas become solid things, but i am certain that if i could make a career out of stupid ideas that only make sense in my head, I would be the best at it.
On a totally unrelated note, the band Girlschool have been rocking my record player of late. It's been a fair few years since i went through my cockrock stage but Im reliving it and loving girls in leather jackets with ugly electric guitars as much as I did at thrirteen.
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