- Mark Twain
In the last year of primary school, I had a voracious appetite for reading. Every waking moment would be spent with my head buried in one book or another. I consumed books like I breathed air. This obsession resulted in countless nights crying myself to sleep because I was bullied for it, a 200 book library borrowing record, a collection of Agatha Christie books given as a parting gift from the librarian and a sad little piece of cardboard at my Year 6 Farewell that congratulated me for being the "Biggest Bookworm!"
I don't remember what I read. I read everything from Paul Jennings to Horrible Histories books to non-fiction about the diets of lemurs to feeble attempts at Leo Tolstoy. And then I went into high school and my love for reading sort of faded away imperceptibly.
I don't know if it's the fact that I now have a disposable income that is begging to be spent, or that I spend half my life riding half-asleep on trains - but that love has been rekindled. My relationship with Book Depository can only be described as one-sided and dependent. Book Depository is my dealer. Instead of idly reading Thought Catalog and doing sudoku on the train rides to and from uni, I find myself completely engrossed in reading - to the point where I will miss my stop, 9/10 times.
It's so beautiful the way that someone can throw a mix of words at a blank page and suddenly you have characters and relationships and places and tragedies and joy and sadness. It's so beautiful that a story can spring into existence in someone's mind and that they can transcribe that into a little book that you can hold in your hands. It really feels like a gift given to you made up of someone's thoughts, wrapped in two covers. Books are there to hold your hand and keep you company on a warm day when the heat turns everything into an incomprehensible, lazy haze.
Blazer: Thrifted, gift from Linda
Red Jeans: Zara
Circle scarf: Gift from Linda
Wedges: Wayne by wayne Cooper
Claw earring: ASOS
White XL Buckle-Up Bracelet, Black XL Buckle-Up Bracelet and Tan Tri-Stud Bracelet: Wanderlust + Co
Catcher in the Rye: Borrowed from Friend
All images shot by: Vinh Pham / Ve Noir Studios.
How great are the colour of these jeans?! Just ignore my slight camel toe in the first picture and the bulging fly. I stalked these jeans for weeks at Zara, and they kept restocking, and my size kept getting sold out. What sold me is the vibrancy of the red, I can't wait to jump around in colour this Spring. Not that the colourblocking trend hasn't been done half to death, already.