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tighttigers (known locally as tt)

its a fashion label. its a lifetstyle.
its a family. its a whole lot of crazy. word on the street is that the tt crew plan on releasing an explosion of cool threads, films and photos fueled by life, love, and everything awkward and fun in between. rumour has it, its epic. all aboard for tighttigers in 2011.

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notting hill (minus hugh grant)

Monday, February 28, 2011


why you would buy one of these bags is beyond me....so naturally i bought two.


these guys stand out here selling fruit all day everyday in the most shithouse conditions. i felt bad for them and their seemingly constant battle with god over the worst weather in the world. i ended up buying an apple from each vendor...so my notting hill bags that i claimed to be so stupid actually came in handy for my 27 notting hill apples. boom! the appletinis are on me.


i saw this blanket and immediately had to turn SAS on its ass and camouflage myself. i felt like a polar bear hiding in snow waiting to eat a freakin' seal. although there was no seal. or snow. just my friend elle. and i dont want to eat her. wow. so many lies. all for a happy snap.


who doesn't like the smell of fresh flowers? seriously. they smell like life's all peachy keen and shit. i love it.


dont hate me. i had to take a picture. yes its the famous travel bookshop from the movie. it's actually a wicked store. i felt as though i visited 35 countries after walking out....i also strangely developed a spanish accent.


i dared this old piece of machinery to sew a button...but it just stood there..........jerk.

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