…So use it!
We love you!
xxx
Grimes.
She can’t dance for shit, but that’s kind of what we like about her. That and her impeccable taste in hoodies.
Special props to the covert windmiller at 1:58. MAD SKILLZ.
Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.
—A little alternative V-Day advice from Lady Gaga. Word.
Valentines Schmalentines, Ophelia doesn’t need a specially elected day to stick heart shaped stickers onto public walls. No, sir.
But nevertheless, here’s our contribution to todays hall(mark) of fame; some of the most iconic couples in history looking like a double dose of ding-dong-worthy babeslicery.
So here’s to John and Yoko, Wallace and King Edward, Johnny and June, Mick and Marrianne, Kurt and Courtney, Pete and Kate, Sid and Nancy.
So half of them might of destroyed themselves, each other and any unfortunate infants they may have spawned (here’s looking at you, Courtney) but we’ll take a decade of casual drug abuse and scratch marks over any of Heat’s latest romantic unions. Yes Chantelle ‘n Alex, we are talking to YOU.
We love you!
When Ophelia HQ is feeling stale, and wintry winds are winding through our windows, we put this on. We dance. We feel better.
It’s the foolproof fast route to big joyz on a boring Tuesday evening. We demand that you try it.
PWWWWOAR.
apologies for the lack of words - we are busy staring/dribbling/gawking/fantasising/lusting/dreaming over this.
you go. x
Pardon?
Adrian Brody walking for Prada.
We clearly need to have a little chat.
Dude. You are an actor. One of the good ones, in fact. The Pianist made us cry, like, loads.
Things that you are not: a Russian dictator. John Lennon. A catwalk model.
Promise you’ll never do it again, and we’ll pretend this never happened.
Dafoe…you’re next.
New Year: The Ophelia Edition
January is commonly a time for regeneration, reinvention and for cleansing your wardrobe of those truly tez knickers you’ve had for eight years (lady, you know the ones. It’s time.) Here at Ophelia HQ, we’re feeling all jangly (in a TIF way) about the year ahead. Here’s how we’re making changes in the big 12.
1.) We will resolve to live our lives using the barometer ‘What would Iris Apfel do?’ The idea is that we gradually morph into this:
Hella yeah!
2.) We will only date men who are as wildly enthusiastic at matching our dressing-up-box wizadry as Seal is for the Klum. Dudes got mad skills in the fancy dress department, and boys, if you’re worth the babe you’re boning, you should too.
3.) We will not watch as much shit TV. For 2012, The Only Way Is Turning Off. Probably.
4.) We’ll be like this man, only bigger. In success, you cretin, we’re not asking for a New Years weight problem.
Side note: In all seriousness, if we’re going to be a money-vomiting empire of capitalism like Topshop by next year, you’re going to have to stop acting like a selfish money hoarding beehotch and spend the few bleak January pounds you possess on some of our garms. Work with us here ladies! This relationship is a two way thing!
Now let us return to gazing in wonderment upon Phillip Greens unnacceptable clothing choices.
Just a few things making Ophelia yodel this week…
We love you!
x
Babe.
(Source: cosmosonic, via matchbookmag)
