Tango festival starts Thursday and I've already turned the front room into a rehearsal space — the dress moves better than I do, and yes, I lead. Come find out if you can keep up.
Tango festival starts Thursday and I've already turned the front room into a rehearsal space — the dress moves better than I do, and yes, I lead. Come find out if you can keep up.
Fabric's got a six-hour set on tonight and I'm already dressed for the whole thing — this top technically counts as wearing something. Tell me you'd still be standing next to me at close.
Spent the morning yelling at strangers running through the parks until my voice gave out — turns out cheering is its own sport. This top never stood a chance against the effort. Tell me you'd have run it for me.
Front row at the show where the men dance for me, and my zip has already surrendered before I've even left the flat. Somebody talk me into actually going.
The Bloomsbury Festival has a whole day of writing talks on and I'm still on my bedroom floor with a notebook and half an outfit on. Come be the reason I'm late.
Art fair Friday Lates tonight and this dress is still losing the race with my patience. Think you can keep up while I decide what stays on?
Festival day caught up with me the second I hit the bed — the dress never made it past my waist and sleep gave up on both of us. Come keep me company.
First film of the festival done and I'm straight back in line for the second one — three screenings today if my attention span holds. The seat next to me has been empty all afternoon, which feels like a waste. Someone should fix that.
Frieze Sculpture is free and the park's basically empty this early, so I've claimed a bench right between the art and my coffee. The coat gave up on staying closed and honestly, so did I. Come take the other end of the bench.
Film festival opens tomorrow and I've been building my schedule instead of sleeping — seventeen films flagged and I'll probably make it to five. Pick one for me.