today for the first time in F O R E V E R I am going to get my hair coloured at the hairdressers. Still feeling a bit unsure about it mainly because I'm having to spend money and I always worry that hairdressers judge me for having shit hair. But I am also very excited because on Tuesday I am going to the Corrine Day exhibition (which I didn't even know about when I did my Corrine Day post, I find this pleasingly ironic) and I have persuaded my best friend to come with me, even though she doesn't know who Corrine Day is because she is doing a Zoology degree, and she has asked to borrow my clothes because she doesn't know what to wear, but the truth is, I don't know what to wear either.

A footnote thought is I have decided to use the nice moleskine notebook that my mother got me for my birthday to log exhibitions and art related things.

Corrine Day

Diary is one of my favorite books in the world.



I love Corrine Day and her work for so many reasons: the brutal honesty; the documentation of a period of life; the way that she was never apologetic or ashamed of the content of her photographs and the situations in which she lived. Diary is a physical artefact of her life, and you become part of it- sharing and witnessing every aspect, from the most brutal to the most intimate, of the life of Corrine and her closest friends and family.








“Good friends make you face the truth about yourself and you do the same for them, as painful, or as pleasurable, as the truth may be.”