01. Balmain's
02. Leather
03. Motorcycle
04. Jacket
05. Is
06. Stunning
07. Anyone
08. Got
09. £6,359.99
10. Spare?
Sunday, 25 October 2009
10 Words of Desire
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Acne Paper Party
It was the party of the unpleasantly-named yet undeniably cool Acne Paper on Friday night. At the rather grand location of a church in trendy Shoreditch, the bash involved a very strict door policy, copious amounts of Absolut Vodka mixed with various things and three men on stilts dressed as the three kings (the point of whom was rather lost on me).
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
See it Now: Pop Life at the Tate Modern
Pop life: Art in a Material World is on now until 17th January 2010. If you're anything like me, you'll see a big glossy exhibition poster, think 'I want to see that' and then completely bloody forget about it until the thing is long over. Faced with the chrome surface of Jeff Koons' bunny balloon, I vowed to go and..shock horror, actually went last Saturday.
This exhibition is really fantastic - works from all of the modern art greats were on show: Andy Warhol, Tracey Emin, Damien Hirst, Jeff Koons and Takashi Murakami. I was going to stay for half an hour, ended up staying for 180 wonderful minutes.
Fun activity? If you're over 18 and like your art explicit, head for the Jeff Koons room, sidle up to the very large, very graphic photograph nearest to the door and watch people's reactions as they enter. Seriously funny, very addictive.
Blackfriars is the nearest tube to the Tate Modern - what are you waiting for?
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
NEW Music Video: Missing Out by The Collectable Few
Here is is, the long-awaited video from the Collectable Few. On a more selfish note, this is my music video acting debut. Either way, hope you enjoy it:
http://www.facebook.com/l/51142;www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwHsllb5Zd0
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
IS'onia Coat But I Love It
Another shameless lust post, I’m afraid: this violet Sonia Rykiel coat will be mine. Get yours from Harrods.com (but not too many of you, mind – give me a chance to save up for this little gem, it's £479). It's cold, everyone needs a new winter coat, right? This one has cashmere in it and it fits like a dream -yum.
Grind Date
This has been the briefest of all my love affairs. It started off so well – all the signs were there, the increased heart rate, light sweat and feelings of light-headedness. I felt intensely happy as I felt the adrenaline rush wash over me.
Then I took Grind Carvela to meet my friends. Unfortunately this is where our love went from ‘honeymoon’ to ‘honey: doomed.’
You know that feeling when you simply adore someone and want everyone else you care about to as well? I had every emotion in spades but when I reached for the cool metal ankle chain and pulled the first shoe from its brand-new-smelling box I realised something was amiss. “They’re hooker shoes” came the shrieks – if people could have done, they would have run for the hills. It didn’t end there. “You’d, you’d wear them for work?” Shocked silence followed. “But, what about their rock-chick-inspired beauty and appeal?” I desperately pleaded, “What about the lovely craftsmanship and distressed leather?” Surely the mega platform and six inch heel were worth at least a hint of envy? It seemed not. The overwhelming advice seemed to be that I should return them immediately and thank myself lucky I hadn’t worn them outside.
Not without a fight. I took them home prepared to keep them but found my affection sullied. With men this would have translated into thinking that maybe his nose was a bit too wide or his bottom not quite right. In Shoeland this meant that the buckle I had before considered as pleasantly chunky now seemed oversized and vulgar. The polished, angular heel I had loved so much began to appear hard and, strangely, slightly evil. The clincher? I cannot walk in these shoes to save my life. I went to show my housemate (“look how long my legs look!”) but alas lost my balance and fell onto his bed in a pile of patent heel and chain. Far from appearing impressed he queried my motives, questioning my financial (and mental) stability. He couldn’t believe anyone sane had said that they liked them and I later confessed I had lied to trick him into maybe saying he did.
So this is it for me and Carvela’s Grind model. At least I’ll always have the memories (and some money returned to my debit card).
Here are some model shots of him and some general snaps of our time together:
Then I took Grind Carvela to meet my friends. Unfortunately this is where our love went from ‘honeymoon’ to ‘honey: doomed.’
You know that feeling when you simply adore someone and want everyone else you care about to as well? I had every emotion in spades but when I reached for the cool metal ankle chain and pulled the first shoe from its brand-new-smelling box I realised something was amiss. “They’re hooker shoes” came the shrieks – if people could have done, they would have run for the hills. It didn’t end there. “You’d, you’d wear them for work?” Shocked silence followed. “But, what about their rock-chick-inspired beauty and appeal?” I desperately pleaded, “What about the lovely craftsmanship and distressed leather?” Surely the mega platform and six inch heel were worth at least a hint of envy? It seemed not. The overwhelming advice seemed to be that I should return them immediately and thank myself lucky I hadn’t worn them outside.
Not without a fight. I took them home prepared to keep them but found my affection sullied. With men this would have translated into thinking that maybe his nose was a bit too wide or his bottom not quite right. In Shoeland this meant that the buckle I had before considered as pleasantly chunky now seemed oversized and vulgar. The polished, angular heel I had loved so much began to appear hard and, strangely, slightly evil. The clincher? I cannot walk in these shoes to save my life. I went to show my housemate (“look how long my legs look!”) but alas lost my balance and fell onto his bed in a pile of patent heel and chain. Far from appearing impressed he queried my motives, questioning my financial (and mental) stability. He couldn’t believe anyone sane had said that they liked them and I later confessed I had lied to trick him into maybe saying he did.
So this is it for me and Carvela’s Grind model. At least I’ll always have the memories (and some money returned to my debit card).
Here are some model shots of him and some general snaps of our time together:
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