The Written Room

Ava and I decided to go out for a day and not shoot photos for the blog since that’s the only thing we do whenever we meet up. It was like our little sister time together. We ended up wondering around Soho and stumbled across the Pi Artworks gallery where we noticed Persian writing written all over the room. When we entered there was a guy painting over it with white paint. We were too late. They were already painting over it for a new project. 

There was a corner that was still untouched so I managed to snap a picture to show you guys. 


I wish I could read what it says but sadly it’s too muddled up for me to even make out the words. Nevertheless, it was still so beautiful. Feeling slightly inspired to do this for my room. 

I did however read up on it on the Pi Artworks website: 

“Pi Artworks London is pleased to announce it has commissioned Parastou Forouhar to create a new version of Written Room [1999 – ongoing] at the gallery. Previous iterations of the work have been exhibited around the world at venues such as the 7th Asia Pacific Triennial of Contemporary Art, Queensland Art Gallery, Australia; Fondazione Merz, Turin, Italy; Jewish Museum of Australia, Victoria, Australia; Kunsthalle, Saarbruecken, Germany; 4th Thessaloniki Biennale of Contemporary Art, Greece; and Villa Massimo, Rome, Italy. This will be the first opportunity to see Forouhar’s practice in London since the British Museum acquired her work for its permanent collection earlier this year. 


Forouhar left her native Iran to study in Offenbach, Germany due to the withdrawal of freedoms she was subjected to after the Iranian revolution. She has remained a vocal critic of the regime ever since. Forouhar’s practice examines the power structures within certain authoritarian political systems, paying attention to how they block oppositional discourse from entering the public sphere.

Yet Forouhar remains acutely aware of herself as an Iranian artist in the West and the assumptions made about her and her practice. Therefore, she works to actively undermine Orientalist clichés. In this sense, Forouhar’s practice is not restricted to simply observing the realities of life in Iran but is also about holding a mirror up to the Western gaze and reflecting critically on the Western construct of the Other. 

Written Room is one such work that makes the Western gaze on the Oriental its central theme. Over the course of three days, the artist will ink the gallery’s white walls and floor with what appears to be sprawling Persian script. The disjointed text meanders around the space’s uneven surfaces with no stable vertical or horizontal axis. Its legibility is further undermined by a collection of Ping-Pong balls, also inscribed with Persian script, that have been released onto the floor.

Written Room mirrors the look of Persian script, yet it is almost as incomprehensible to those who can read the language as those who can’t. By defying visitors’ attempts to assign it meaning, the script remains locked into its irreducible pictorial graphicness in which meaning cannot be grasped.” 

Hope to see more Persian artists displaying their work in the galleries in London. 

Lola x 

Why graduation is so underrated and overrated

I’VE FINALLY GRADUATED!!!

No one saw this day coming. Not even my parents. I never thought university was for me, in fact, I only applied just to see what the fuss was about. Actually, it was mainly because it was drilled in my head that in order for me to get somewhere in life, I would need a degree. Reality check: you don’t. Don’t get me wrong, university is a great experience and in some sense it does put you a step ahead everyone else. If you want to become a doctor or dentist, then yes, you definitely need a degree but for something like my course, I doubt it.  I say this because other people had hyped up university so much that I was expecting a lot more.

I did end up learning a lot, gaining new skills and realising my strengths and weaknesses. But did I really need 3 years to complete a journalism degree? I calculated that if we exclude the long holiday breaks, the days we didn’t have class and the actual hours we spent in uni, in total, it would add up to somewhat just over a year (I think). I’m £56,000 in debt for a course that could’ve been done in a year. I considered dropping out many times, especially during second year but here I am now as a graduate feeling proud of myself with a hint of regret.

What you must know about graduations is that they’re like annual holidays. They were made for business purposes. See, you have to pay for each seat you reserve, the gown and hat you hire for a few hours and the photo you may end up locking up in a photo album. These are just the basic things that most people tend to spend their money on. Then there’s the additional stuff. There’s optional merchandise like teddy bears, hoodies etc. There’s the price of your outfit. I mean that’s if you want to look snazzy. There’s the stupid different photo frames that you could just purchase at TKMaxx. There’s a £6 delivery fee for the goddamn photo. If you’re travelling by car to the ceremony (like we did) then you can’t forget the expensive car park ticket you’re faced with after (14 f*cking pounds?!). There’s just so much to pay for and before you know it, you’ve paid a ridiculous price for an event that will last a few hours when you could’ve spent that on a holiday somewhere in Europe.

Ok let’s try to ignore the fact that you paid £9,000 a year and yet the university can’t throw in graduation as a complimentary gift. The actual ceremony itself isn’t that big of a deal if you REALLY think about it. Don’t underestimate the gowns, they’re heavy. I think I was the only person concerned with who’s head my hat had previously been on (fear of head lice). The fact that they call out everyone’s name one by one and you have to clap for every single person becomes boring after the first row of people have gone up. Oh let’s not forget that they call out the grades people got. Ok, they don’t technically call out your grade but if you got a 2:2 or below, you are called out first for receiving an honours. If you achieved 2:1 you’re basically just another sheep in the crowd. The students who received first class honours are literally called out as “first class honours, Suck My Toe Smith.” As if seeing them announce it on Facebook wasn’t enough. I’m not hating, I’m just…ugh…basically Marxism.

THERE IS NO FOOD SERVED AT THE CEREMONY. Are you f*cking kidding me?! They could’ve gone to Iceland (supermarket here in the UK) and just got a ton of those giant party packs but noooooo I’m paying £200 to eat air. Carry snacks in your bag because all that clapping somehow burns a ton of calories and you end up imaging the people on stage as food. Psht they offer champagne and orange juice instead. As if that could feed the fat kid inside me.

I just realised, I made this whole post sound as if I didn’t enjoy my graduation. I did. In fact, I had to keep holding back the tears because I felt so proud of myself. The girl who doesn’t enjoy studying, wanted to drop out, doesn’t ever feel smart enough, managed to get a 2:1. It felt like all my hard work had finally paid off. Channel 4 news presenter and talented journalist, Jon Snow gave an inspiring speech (fact: he’s obessed with Iran. Whoop whoop!) He reminded us that although the government created an institution to put us in debt, we shouldn’t allow this to be a form of regret and how we should always try to do volunteer work in order to help others. Pop culture icon, Sandi Toksvig gave a hilarious speech about women learning to always stand tall, beauty fades but our minds continue to grow and a Beethoven quote about thread which I can’t seem to remember, but it was a good one. Also, the traditions involved with a graduation like the gown and hat, the speeches given and the ceremony itself is something that I really enjoyed. I think traditions can often be beautiful things and this is one of them which isn’t carried out everywhere. My cousin in Iran just told me that they don’t hold a graduation ceremony for them there unless they’re receiving their PhD so I shouldn’t take it for granted.

University has it’s highs and lows. It can be overrated sometimes but it can also end up being better than you expected. I was told by my teachers in sixth form that you tend to make your “friends for life” at uni. After 3 years, I made friends, lost some of them who ended up continuously b*tching about me behind my back for the rest of the year (clearly it was their loss, not mine), and I think I walked out of university with only 2 friends but a handful of people that will probably just end up appearing on my timeline every now and then. University isn’t about the friends you make or the money you throw into it or how much you study. It’s about the experiences and skills you learn and what you choose to make of your future after it has ended. I think my future will always be slightly blurry but I’m proud of myself for taking this huge step towards it.

Since I spoke too much, I will end on some photos from today. I’ve also posted my outfit details below as well:
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I’m doing the exact same pose in all three photos. Creative Lola, very creative.

Outfit details: 
Blazer: Pull & Bear
Top: Primark
Trousers: Zara
Heels: Marks and Spencer
Necklace: Aldo

Lola x

How To Avoid The Sales

As you’re all aware, I’m still unemployed and looking for a job. Tell us something we don’t know Lola.

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Yes, even with three previous retail experiences, it’s still proven to be difficult to find a job. Whether I’m looking in media or retail, I’ve just had no luck. For now I’ve been forced to dip my fingers into my small savings. You could say “well stop going out”. WELL, I could but I can’t. Although I’m an introvert, I can’t stay at home for more than a day. It drives me crazy and I end up being a couch potato instead of doing something productive like maybe updating this blog?? Stupid Lola. Even if I don’t eat out or buy anything travel alone costs money. Sitting in my local Starbucks also requires me to buy something otherwise I’ll be asked to leave. The weather isn’t nice enough to go on a simple walk. Also, I hardly even had a social life this year because of uni so I feel like I deserve to spend some time as a social butterfly again even though that’s costing me the most.

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Me right now. (giphy.com)

So as you can imagine, this broke life is a real joy. It’s sale season now and I walk past stores feeling like the poor immigrant I was back in the day who used to watch other kids play with their toys, whilst my parents had to save up to buy a duvet. Thats one depressing story I’ll be saving for another time.

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God has really been testing my patience for about a year now. I would love to say that because I’m living with family, I can rely on them but honestly my family is struggling more than I am. I don’t really like to talk much about the state of which my family is in or whatever so I’ll just leave it at that. People on the outside can judge all they want but no one really knows what’s going on unless they’re on the inside. Yes I am blessed to still have a roof over my head and for my mum to do my laundry but man the financial struggle is REAL. There are a lot of other people who have it worse, so I should be thankful, remain patient, focused and positive. After all, we’re all bound to come across challenges in our lives.

One of the struggles during this period, as a shopaholic, is avoiding the urge to spend. Especially now with the summer sales hitting the stores. They seem to be better this year. Great. I’ve managed to prevent myself from buying anything in the sales so I thought I should pass on my skills to my fellow ‘broke life’ peeps out there.

Found yourself in a shopping centre?:

– You’re allowed to step in and have a browse, but just remember that if you do walk in, there’s a higher chance of you falling in love with something and finding it difficult to part with it.
– You make a QUICK 30 seconds browse of the store, just enough to smell the sale. That’s it. No going through each rail for an hour. You’re not shopping, you’re just observing.
– If you didn’t listen to the previous points above and you’re now heading towards the queue to pay, go through these following points first:

  • Can I wear it with more than 3 items in my closet?
  • Is it something I’ll definitely wear next summer again?
  • Does it go well with my body shape or my skin tone or my general style?
  • Is it worth it?
  • Do I really NEED it?
  • Can I live without it?
  • Could I actually use this money for travel or to spend bit by bit when I see friends?
  • If I pay for this and then I have no money for going out then when will I even have the opportunity to wear it?

– Remind yourself that if you leave all the stuff you’ve picked up in the store and walk out, you’re actually proving how strong you are. You’re actually providing more work for the sales assistants to clean up so putting them back where you found them would be great.
– You’re allowed to shed a tear or two.
– Just think about how you’ll be in a better financial position for next year’s sales so you’re just saving yourself for the following year.
– Repeat these steps in all the stores you enter.

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THINK LIKE HIM (giphy.com)

Found yourself browsing the sales online?:

– A lot of these urges come from those bloody ‘sale alert’ emails so try to block them from entering your inbox again.
– If you see sale signs on social media, scroll past as fast as you can.
– Again, you’re allowed to browse online as long as you’re just browsing.
– Don’t bother even adjusting the search results to match your size and budget because you’re not planning to buy anything, remember???
– Whilst you’re browsing, take loads of breaks and watch a movie. This way your mind isn’t constantly wondering about the bargain deals and whether or not you should buy it.
– Be harsh on yourself. Tell yourself that it looks good on the model online but wouldn’t look good on you even though deep down we both know you can rock anything.
– If you are weak and find items sitting nicely in your bag, remind yourself of the same key questions you should ask yourself when queuing (listed above).
– Randomly close the tab ‘by accident’ and tell yourself you’re not bothered to go through all of that to find the items again.
– Tell yourself you’re benefitting more from your Netflix subscription than an item of clothing or accessory. So pop on a movie and distract yourself.
– Do what I like to do and take a screenshots of the items and tell yourself when you’re rich one day, you’ll get your personal tailor to make an exact replica for you.

I hope all these tips helped. Maybe next year I’ll be rolling around in money and writing a post on how to shop recklessly during sale season. If you are out there buying things in the sale then screw you. Only joking! No, really I hope you don’t find anything in your size.

Lola x

Look what arrived in the post!

Hey y’all remember I posted about Chanakira? The awesome pop art meets anime graphic designer?

WELL, I just received a gift from her in the post and honestly, I’m in love with the brand even more than before. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I’m very impressed with the professionalism of the packaging and the amazing quality of the products.

The box (which sadly got kinda squished in the post) has her brand’s logo and colour scheme printed on it. Immediately, my mum and I were like “oooooo how fancy”. Once I opened it up, her card was placed on the tissue paper covering up the case. Can I just say, the quality of her business card is unbelievable. I thought my card was smooth, matted out and rock solid but damn Chanakira’s beats mine.

The case is even better than I thought. It has the same smoothness of her card. It’s matt all over and to be completely honest, I just want to rub it all over my face for some reason. I wish I was given a case like this two years ago when I first purchased the iPhone 6, then maybe it wouldn’t have this many scratches on it. You know, whilst I was writing this, this whole time, I thought there was only one phone case in the box. It wasn’t until I placed it out for a picture that I noticed another case underneath it. IT HAS PEBBELS ON IT. My favourite Flinstones character. Yes, I know she hardly did anything but she was so darn cute! This case is clear with a more flexible texture. It’s softer than the other case but it covers all the corners of my phone so it’s still providing the protection your phone needs.


I have very little respect for bloggers and ‘Insta-famous’ people who promote products they don’t believe in. Half of these bloggers are just in it for the money or just to get their name out there. They will be sitting a mile away from their so called ‘favourite skinny tea’ and talking about how much they love it. Darling, we all know it’s lieeeeees. Your mug has been empty in every picture. So I’ve always told myself, if I ever reach that stage where I’m asked to promote something, I won’t do it if I don’t like the product.

The point I’m trying to make is, if you’re looking for a unique, high quality case for your phone or iPad etc or even a gift, then Chanakira is the brand for you. I think she’s going to start selling her items soon so I would definitely follow her on Instagram to stay updated.

I’d like to thank Chanakira for the coolest gifts ever. I can’t wait to show them off and have people asking me where they’re from. I see a blessed and bright future for this brand and I’m glad I was asked to take part in helping it grow.

Karen Chanakira’s contact details: 

Instagram: @Chanakirasan

Www.chanakiradesign.com

Email: chanakira@outlook.com

Yah there’s a lot of cables in my room. PJ vest is from Primark.

Lola x

Children of the Dirt

There’s this beautiful Greek mythology that I would like to introduce all of you to, about Aristophanes which is also found in Plato’s Symposium. I’ve always seen animations and texts about it on Tumblr but I never thought to look into it till now. I quite like Greek stories about their Gods and Goddesses so it’s always been a small interest of mine. I even have a book about all the myths, which I am yet to read.

Let me start by telling you the story of ‘soul mates’ through pictures I found on Tumblr, see if you can figure out the story:




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The story seems quite straight forward. According to the Greek mythology, humans were created in pairs with four arms and four legs. Zeus became jealous and split them apart. Humans spent the rest of their lives searching for their other half in order to feel whole again.

The version that I recently discovered and felt more of a connection with was Simon Rich’s (author of ‘The Last Girlfriend on Earth’) adaptation of the story:

“According to Aristodemus, there were originally three sexes. The children of the moon, who were half male and half female. The children of the sun, who were fully male, and the children of the earth, who were fully female. Everyone had four arms, four legs, and two heads, and spent their days in blissful contentment.

Zeus became jealous of the humans joy, so he decided to split them all in two. Aristodemus called this punishment “The Origin of Love”, because ever since the children of the earth, moon, and sun have been searching the globe in a desperate bid to find their other halves.

Aristodemus’ story though isn’t complete, because there was also a fourth sex, the children of the dirt. Unlike the other three sexes, the children of the dirt consisted of just one half. Some were male and some were female, and each had just two arms, two legs, and one head. The children of the dirt found the children of the earth, moon, and sun to be completely insufferable. Whenever they saw a two-headed creature walking by, talking to itself in baby talk voices, it made them want to vomit. They hated going to parties. When there was no way to get out of one they simply sat in the corner, too bitter and depressed to talk to anyone. The children of the dirt were so miserable that they invented wine and art to dull their pain. It helped a little, but not really. When Zeus went on his rampage, he decided to leave the children of the dirt alone. “They’re already fucked” he explained.

Happy gay couples descend from the children of the sun. Happy lesbian couples descend from the children of the earth. And happy straight couples descend from the children of the moon. But the vast majority of humans are descendants of children of the dirt, and no matter how long they search the earth they’ll never find what they’re looking for. Because there’s nobody for them, not anybody in the world.” 

I immediately felt a connection with the children of the dirt. However hard I searched, I just can’t find someone I’d be compatible with. I know I’m only 22 and haven’t met enough people yet, but there’s a part inside me that feels like maybe I’m not made to be someone else’s other half. Children of dirt are those who feel in content with loneliness. We may find someone to accompany us in life, however, it is in our loneliess that we feel as a whole. Our aim isn’t to find our other half but in fact, to find complete harmony within ourselves. I often joke about finding ‘the one’ and I have over a million photos of wedding rings, dresses and venues saved on my phone but that’s only because I like expensive things. I’m a materialistic person who’s more in love with diamonds than the reason behind them. Deep beneath these jokes and fantasies about an expensive lifestyle, lies the thought of providing these for myself, by myself.

I told my mum the other day that I wish I had £100,000 to buy my dream diamond ring. She laughed at me and when I questioned why she found this funny, she replied: “someone special has to buy it for you. You can’t buy an engagement ring for yourself”. Well why not? Why do I have to wait for someone to buy it for me? Why can’t I wear it without it being labelled as an engagement ring?

I’ve been in and out of relationships in the past. I have and am continuing to go on dates but I don’t actually want to. I don’t want to date, I don’t want to find a partner, I don’t want to get married, I don’t want to be in a relationship. I just want to be alone. Realistically, one day, I would like to settle down with someone, but I need that someone to respect my loneliness. I find comfort in being alone. I can’t stay at parties for long, I find it uncomfortable staying over at someone else’s house, I can’t chill with my family for more than an hour or two, I find it emotionally draining to be around people for a whole day. When I’m working, it’s fine because I enjoy meeting a variety of people or working in a team and my mentality at work is much more professional. However, as soon as my shift is over, I put my music on and zone out. I shut off from the rest of the world. This is why I am a child of the dirt.

I do not feel lonely without a partner, nor am I in search of one. If someone does enter my life, I have to feel the same comfort with them as I do when I am alone. I don’t want to feel pressured to talk, to do active things, to listen to lively music, to constantly message them or to constantly be around them. I want someone who will respect my need for space without doubting me. I enjoy being in this bubble where I can float around, socialise, date, and yet still make space to be by myself.

I am child of the dirt. I am not in search of someone to complete me as I feel like I’m already complete. I’m not the romantic type and I may not be able to find what I’m looking for, but at least, I don’t feel incomplete.

Let me know whether you’re a child of the moon, sun, earth or dirt.
Lola x

Summer Songs I would Listen to Cruising down route 66

I don’t live in America so we don’t even have Route 66 here. I have a license but no car so what is the point of this post? I don’t actually know.

However, if I did have a car, ideally an old school Cadillac convertible in baby pink, these are the tunes I would be jammin’ to on a road trip. I can see myself 20 years from now, in a pink Cadillac with my kids, getting ready to go on a road trip and playing the songs from this post. My kids will probably throw my phone out and plug in their own music after the first couple of songs.

So here’s a playlist of my car jams. There’s also a couple of Persian, Turkish and Arabic songs in there as well because I listen to a variety of artists. You can follow the playlist and stay updated when I add more to it.

Lola x

Chanakira

Hello!

I’d like to introduce you guys to an awesome graphic designer that I know. She’s called Charmaine Chanakira and studied graphic design at Portsmouth University.

Screen Shot 2016-05-19 at 13.37.49(photo taken directly from Chanakira’s Instagram)

Chanakira’s inspiration comes from classic pop art but she refers to her own work as ‘remixed pop art’. A lot of her work includes bright colours, bold lines and often reminds me of anime.
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Her talent is continuing to grow so I suggest y’all follow her and keep up with her work. In case the link doesn’t work, her Instagram page is: Chanakirasan. I can’t wait to get my hands on one of her iPhone cases, which I know for sure, you will ALL be dying to place an order too so watch this space!
Screen Shot 2016-05-19 at 13.38.54(Chanakira iPad and iPhone designs. Photo taken directly from Chanakira’s Instagram)

Lola x