please won't the spring sun hurry. so i can dream about the place in something floaty and lovely. not that anything i will attempt to wear or own this coming season will be as fucking lovely as the SS11 Erdem collection. yes i am aware my complexion and vertically challenged pins (let alone ridiculous cans of cider in the park lifestyle) cant carry ethereal floaty maxi styles. but one can dream.
planning more parties. definitely starting more riots.
same party. slightly different look for the posters and flyers. think we went a little keen with the felt tips but hey Alice and I don't do anything by halves.
our first friday party. fingers crossed.
check le bands here. they're rad. and i'm not just saying that because i booked them. they actually are.
peachy pandas
got my nails did by the lovely 'peachy keen' Alice over the christmas period. they went down a treat on nye with randoms at a house party. good ice breaker. you can see her full post here, she had a busy afternoon.
pink glittery neon with pandas. with diamante eyes.
they were lots of fun and v cute.
i always say to myself this time i'll get chic edgy nails.
but i always end up shopping for jokes.
but i always end up shopping for jokes.
any way there is always next time. one of the pros of having her on the firm.
conversations with the 'ultimate style jury'...
a week at home for the christmas festivities meant a week of backhanded compliments, misguided advice, plain old misunderstanding and mostly me feeling foolish. cue lots of sighing and patient smiles from all parties; a week with the 'ultimate style jury', the parents...
christmas eve, mums house, in response to denim jacket layered under my leather biker jacket combo:
mother: where's your winter coat?
daughter: i didn't bring it
mother: why not?
daughter: it's too heavy to carry
mother: why didn't you wear the coat?
daughter: i didn't want to be all hot and bothered on the train down
daughter: i didn't want to be all hot and bothered on the train down
mother: well there's no chance of that now, silly girl.
christmas day, dads house, in response to my (gorgeous) tan leather huge wedge loafers:
dad: you look like a giant
daughter: hardly, i'm just normal height
dad: well, your making me nervous, take them off
daughter: but they make my legs look nice and this outfit looks rubbish with out them
dad: your clomping about like a retard, take them off
boxing day, seafront walk, in response to my chunky knit over sized cardigan and my fave charity shop find.
dad: what's that horse blanket?
daughter: what horse blanket?!
dad: that, (points at cardigan) that horse blanket you're wearing
boxing day evening, at mums, filling me with confidence as always, whilst getting ready to go for drinks in town:
daughter: do you think 23 is too old for knee high socks?
mother: not really, anyway you hardly look 23 do you
daughter: well what do you think about these tights with holes and ladders in
mother: that's NEVER EVER okay darling
mother: that's NEVER EVER okay darling
daughter: well what do you think of the jumper? (camel chunky knit slightly cropped jumper)
mother: its a bit 80's isn't it
30th december, mums house, packing case and getting things together for the return to London home:
daughter: i hate traveling back to london after christmas, i always look like such a bag lady
mother: you've always been a bit of a bag lady though haven't you darling
daughter: no, i like hand bags mum, that's different
mostly fun.
2010 was a lot of things. new manor. new job. pals all new. old love and new loves. old heartbreak and new heartbreak. and it was the start of the club night i always wanted to try. it was partying pretty much every night in May with Elouise. lots of drinking cherry cider in London Fields. planning our party and starting a riot with Alice. it was the start of things. it seemed mostly fine.
and it was mostly fun.
and it was mostly fun.
it was also double mega lols. actual.
guilty. guilty.
its terrible but i find myself randomly singing this on a daily basis. i have no idea why. there's absolutely no logical reasoning for it.
I will add that it was once a staple 'anthem' on a mix tape my mother bear recorded for me when i was a small person compiled of terrible songs probably recorded straight off the radio and entitled something naff like 'rachel's party mega mix'.
anyway it is pretty bad and pretty good at all once. i am aware that doesn't make it okay.
if you didn't come. you should have.
last night was this. and it was pretty rad. thanks to everyone who came down. especially to the bands. who actually all turned up this time. there were also lots of cute boys there. some in bands. some not. either way i am not complaining.
the absoloute babes, scrap that, the ridiculously pretty Novella kicked off the show. followed by my absolute favorites Chapter Sweetheart (who were quote "the stand out band of the evening" un quote thank you Hal). with Rayographs playing there dreamy girl agg next. (which i sadly missed because i was covering the door but could hear the faint din of Yellow Hair my favourite track from them through the wall so seems fine). And then Applicants, best listened to with a pinch of salt headlined the show. their charisma and pretty funny but pretty loaded skits of songs (TESCO. METRO. DISCO definitely a personal high light) was perfect Sunday fun. then Alice and I played some party tunes at the end of the night to keep everyone dancing for a bit. we didn't crack out this bad boy tune this time either. shame. but there's always our next party.
the absoloute babes, scrap that, the ridiculously pretty Novella kicked off the show. followed by my absolute favorites Chapter Sweetheart (who were quote "the stand out band of the evening" un quote thank you Hal). with Rayographs playing there dreamy girl agg next. (which i sadly missed because i was covering the door but could hear the faint din of Yellow Hair my favourite track from them through the wall so seems fine). And then Applicants, best listened to with a pinch of salt headlined the show. their charisma and pretty funny but pretty loaded skits of songs (TESCO. METRO. DISCO definitely a personal high light) was perfect Sunday fun. then Alice and I played some party tunes at the end of the night to keep everyone dancing for a bit. we didn't crack out this bad boy tune this time either. shame. but there's always our next party.
big wedge. big love.
uh i got inboxed about these bad boys last week. by a pal i don't see as often as i'd like but still knows me better than people who i do see more often. a shame but just how its always been with us i guess. anyway she messaged me a link to the Topshop website saying that she saw them and she thought i would probably want, no need, them in my life. she was of course right. so with the weekend just gone bringing my b of the day and very luckily vouchers for said high street store. it was in my view fate to have them. because i do so have a penchant for a black leather(and in this case suede) wedge affair.
seems more than fine.
now please fuck off snow so I can debut them properly.
sundays at. home.
Ray Dix present Charles Sheldon exhibiting at Home.
showing
'Radiator'
Sunday 21st November. 6-9pm.
the Ray Dix, Home, project space;
also known as the hallway in mine and Hal's basement flat.
seems fine.
all the stun photos are taken by and property of Charles Sheldon.
he is very good. the photos don't even do it justice you had to see it to believe it. our radiotor scaled up by 7.5 and drawn over the entire length and ceiling of the hallway in black electrical tape.
pretty rad.
he is very good. the photos don't even do it justice you had to see it to believe it. our radiotor scaled up by 7.5 and drawn over the entire length and ceiling of the hallway in black electrical tape.
pretty rad.
does our 'project gallery space' make us proper 'East London wankers' yet?
inappropriate romance. probably.
so this weekend was controversial. maybe.
i went out with two boys. both wore a camel coat. one is quite a lot older than me. one is quite a lot younger than me.
both were sporting, unintentionally, the um 'coat of the season'. but. in very different ways.
on one it is the epitome of style. dapper. sophistication and a statement of status. he's made it, everything's okay and that's all that matters. he is in fashion and also resents this burgeoning camel 'trend' having worn said coat for years.
on the other, it is still a statement yet laced with irony. it's an aspiration. and it's vintage. it doesn't quite work and it really does all at once. he's in music and hadn't realised it was a 'trend', it just belonged to his dead dad.
i'm not obsessed with camel coats. or boys that wear them.
seems fine and shopping for jokes.
meeting boys in bars.
last night i met a boy. he was wearing a camel coat. it looked rad. i told him so. that is all.
we're facebook friends now. i hate that.
r i o t. r i o t.
Riot Party Launch Night.
glad it's over. sad it's over. and can't wait for the next one.
thank you to everyone who came. sorry to everyone who didn't.
(you know who you are)
even bigger thank you to the bands that played. and sorry to the ones who didn't. (unfortunate band cancellation agg)
Bitches and Death Of The Elephant might just be my new favourite bands.
they both played an amazing set and put on the show I knew they would.
and they don't just make flipping actually awesome music, they actually turn up for shows and are really very, very nice people.
time for tea #3
so I know I am running the risk of this becoming too much of a tea related blog.
but i couldn't not share these with you.
it would be such a shame for them to stay hidden in the depths of the charity shops in Waltham Cross. (which are by far the best, bargain filled charity shops I have ever had the pleasure of visiting)
wish i could have bought them all and thrown a very mad tea party. but having already snipped a Daks coat for a fiver and various other gems I couldn't really justify the penny a spending.
it all adds up don't it.
so the tea pot treasure hunt continues. i just don't think i've found my perfect tea holding vessel yet. have found myself being very particular with the criteria for: must be handsome but not too pretty. smart but not fancy. statement making but not try hard. reliable but not boring.
i know its out there somewhere. and yes i am still talking about tea pots.
i just take my teapots seriously. promise.
seems fine.
planning our party. creating a riot.
so Alice and I spent the whole of Saturday planning our party and creating a riot: we've blagged ourselves a band / club night type affair. should be lot's of fun.
we have named our night Riot Party.
we decided we should try and put on the kind of night we would quite like to go to and that our pals might want to come to. and lots of other girls like us might want to come too.
music wise we are going to play riot grrrl, punk, garage rock, indie, shouty chick based music and other trash you dance and shout along to in front of your bedroom mirror: all with less of the usual weekend pressure 'cos its a Sunday or something.
our number one task for the day was to design our flyer.
so off we went to Staples to do some photocopying and buy pens and art supplies.
(not very punk)
then we went to buy fizzy pop and crisps to get us through our crafternoon.
(also not very punk)
and then we started cutting and pasting and generally making a massive mess.
(a little bit more punk but not that much, because you can see we we're drinking out of tea cups)
so mess made and inspired by the epic play list we have compiled for the night. we created the below flyer for our party.
face by me. riot party logo by Alice. and the back was joint effort.
we are getting them printed ASAP and then will be frequenting night spots and making a nuisance of ourselves and trying to give them to you very soon.
In the meantime check out the amazing bands we have booked to entertain you, you can check them out on their myspaces if you don't believe me.
(*weep weep* the only thing myspace is good for these days - music, r.i.p the myspace glory days)
(*weep weep* the only thing myspace is good for these days - music, r.i.p the myspace glory days)
sunday november 7th. come. seems fine.
bag lady.
a little bit embarrassed that this is my current handbag.
don't get me wrong. i love a tote. and i love band merch. so this has been my favourite accessory of late. always on me or a floor somewhere. lugging my life around. unfortunately due to this it is now in a ridiculously sorry state. tried washing it but the grub just won't shift. also it has a few holes.
R I P Veronica Falls tote.
R I P Veronica Falls tote.
so the quest is on for a new bag.
feel like i'm on quite a few 'quests' at the moment;
the hunt is still on for the perfect teapot, a post to follow with the china delights i have recently come across.
i am also on the scout for new bands.
Alice and I are putting on a band/ club night and we need bands to play it.
feel like i'm on quite a few 'quests' at the moment;
the hunt is still on for the perfect teapot, a post to follow with the china delights i have recently come across.
i am also on the scout for new bands.
Alice and I are putting on a band/ club night and we need bands to play it.
but not any old bands. lovely good ones. like the band on the front of my precious but dilapidated tote above. Veronica Falls, they are pretty good. would love them to play the band/ club night , but that would be a bit of a massive blag and not sure if they would, although there's no harm asking i guess.
also quite like them because they have sung a little song about Beachy Head, a well known suicide spot next, to mine and Alice's hometown, the sunshine coast that is Eastbourne.
also quite like them because they have sung a little song about Beachy Head, a well known suicide spot next, to mine and Alice's hometown, the sunshine coast that is Eastbourne.
the video makes the beachy head cliffs look so eerie and beautiful in a way i have never really noticed, i guess i have always just taken it for granted, so used to it being just a place that was the butt of most jokes and any references to do with Eastbourne.
seems fine.
Performance
so i finally got round to watching the 1970 film, Performance, on the recommendation that firstly i would like it, something to do with my love of violence and music related things?! and secondly because well its one of those films that isn't quite a classic and not quite cult as such but well just good and that I probably should see. so i did.
"comical little geezer you'll look funny when your fifty."
brilliant line about Mick Jagger.
I kept doing a little swoon whenever he was on screen.
Also at this girl, Anita Pallenberg, what an absolute seventies boho babe.
Get me some fur, a bottle of peroxide and a silk sheet to swathe my naked self in on a four poster and i'm there...
uh yeah, I wish.
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