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.

of all the things that i do best. disaster makes me happiest.

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.

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.

typical girls

typical girl gets the typical boy

seems fine.

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)

BITCHES 

La La Vasquez

The Ethical Debating Society

Death of the Elephant

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.

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.  

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. 

 

Veronica Falls - Beachy Head

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.

want you and all things pretty. just for me.

collecting images.  some more cutting and pasting.

just being a typical girl really.

ride that camel. or something.

well this 'camel' trend is really burgeoning. non?

Bring Me The Head Of Paul McCartney

so been listening to quite a bit of The Brian Jonestown Massacre of late.

I think that will be mostly down to my pal Sammy's influence, bringing them to my attention again; he made me the most perfect playlist a few months back and haven't been able to stop listening to it since.  he is my music man literally.
it actually shocks me how well he knows my musical penchant.

anyway.
my particular fave BJM song is the one below and I must say so pleasantly titled:

Bring Me The Head Of Paul McCartney On Heather Mill's Wooden Peg.

don't love the video but the song is good.  so deal with it.

of course listening to all this Brian Jonestown has made me want to re-visit Ondi Timoner's, 2004, mental docu-mess of a film about them and the Dandy Warhols, DIG!

Apparently Empire magazine described it as, wanky but not far wrong, "the perfect parable of the 1990's music industry."  the film is compiled from some seven years of footage, or something and it charts the rise and falls of the two aforementioned bands and their very different careers.

trailer for DIG!

and with this whole 90's revial thing being pretty big right now or something thought I'd give it a little watch.  I have it on DVD so if anyone wants to join me I'd be most obliged...
but bring cheese cake.  please.

controversial saturday night times.

favourite past time #1
being thrown out of clubs by girls that can't dj and are throwing their weight around, literally.
must suck being fat and bad at mixing. 

apparently it was her club night as well.  i'm a little embarrassed for her.  as well as being thoroughly offended by the mixing, sorry i mean, gappy fade up fade down from one record to another, it was the song choices which really iced the cake.  it was like being at a boring club night in 2007, i mean the whole 'indie/ nu-rave scene' was over as soon as it started anyway, let alone it still being thrust upon you 3 years later.  How can one play The Gossip - Standing In The Way Of Control and Hot Chip - Over And Over, with a straight face on a Saturday night.  jeez both these bands have had, below average, new albums since.  and no she wasn't being 'ironic'.  move along.

anyway she didn't take kindly to me telling her she should 'learn how to mix'.

surprisingly there were actually two redeeming things about the night.
one was me dancing and shouting along so mentally to Le Tigre - Deceptacon that an odd looking boy tentatively approached me to ask if i liked 'riot girl' 'girl core' bands (i must have really been going for it.  cringe.)  and with my over zealous nod *yes* thrust me a cd, all sweaty in its limp card board jacket.  none the less on a little listen the next day turns out to be a pretty rad.  win. 

shopping for jokes. girls night style.  oh dear.  Alices birthday times.  sorry that girl couldn't mix and i had to leave.xx

seems un fine.

effortless and lovely. Manuela Dack. LFW.

This girl has created, as far as i am concerned my perfect jacket, taken from her AW10 collection and re-presented for LFW SS11.  

hard and soft.  leather and chiffon.  could be awful.  it's not.

Manuela Dack has a genuine eye for all things lovely, a talent for creating beautiful but wearable garments and an asethic and mood that can only inspire.  Finding beauty in strange things and strangeness in beauty.

I've been following her blog the Silver Cleaver for some time now, a personal yet not alienating platform of ideas, a living breathing scrap book, a beautifully considered compilation of inspirations, aspirations, style and, lest i say it again, loveliness.  

Elena Tells and I popped down to her low key but none the less considered, LFW SS11 presentation last week and were not disappointed; felt like I was standing in one of her blog posts can only commend how her genuine aesthetic has transcended into every aspect of her brand and collection.

 you can't really tell from this picture but all the jackets were suspended from the ceiling and encased in perspex.  a play on the hard on soft qualities.  the sheer and the opaque.  

Also the nude beige one in the front had gorgeous crystal detailing on the shoulders encased under a layer of chiffon. 

*sigh* just something else for the want need list.

that girl from the party.

i've recently been made aware in certain circles i'm known only as 'that girl from the party'.  i'll make no further comment as to why.   seems fine.

('that girl from the party' - mixed media illustration - steal it and i will cut you)

go go go

GOGO PHILIP VINTAGE BIJOUX

love the naughty chic look book pictures. ALOT. pretty girls. attitude. gold.
a little bit trashy.  but heck that's why it is a little bit good.
(we all know i cant be trusted with anything precious)

previously only available to buy in toppers.
this guy has just launched his very own online shop via his website.

apparently each month a different fashion insider shaped person will be taking over the selection and picking their favourite bits from the range which is a nice little interactive personal touch.

so i thought i would pick my faves too.  on the want need list.

quite want to layer up these two bad boys over a super slouchy sweater teamed with super skinnys (black of course) wedge shoe boots, a messy top knot and massive eye flicks.  autumn winter work look.  done.

seems fine.

woodland walk times.

Epping forest.  Leyton flats.

So a nice but somewhat disappointing breakfast out in E5 was the foundation for a day of woodland walking times.  I was as usual over-dressed for the occasion in ridiculous shoes, but at least they were wooden wedges - fitting almost - if it were not for the walking, in a woods, bit.

 The reason for this jaunt to the country was a location reckie for a pal's forthcoming shoot.  

It was a rather civilised way to spend an afternoon. We went on a thorough explore, off the track, all through the trees and over ditches.

Although I couldn't help but notice whilst 'off the track' as it were, that the area is seemingly a hot 'dogging' spot.  No pun intended, of course.  

Lone, seedy looking men of all shapes and sizes walking in and out of the undergrowth looking rather conspicuous, yet I'm sure in their minds, the epitome of nonchalant.  To the piles of discarded wrappers littered around - well you gotta give them a little credit, at least they're being safe.  

Quite a creepy experience, innocently being caught in the midst of it all; the stunning woodland marred somewhat on the realisation its a venue to this casual weekend boys club.

That aside, and avoiding the undergrowth, I got the impression its perfect for the shoot.  

so.  seems fine.

You can watch a video of the escapades on my pal's blog.  It's quite funny.  And I hasten to add the mac coordination was complete coincidence by the way. 

Mode en Module. SS11.

popped down to On|Off this LFW SS11 out of curiosity but mostly to go and have a look at, MEM, Mode en Module.  having been closely following the duos accessory and jewellery based creations for a while now so I was tres excited to see the new pieces.  they definitely did not disappoint.  you can't really tell from my poor snaps so please do, look at the collections on their beautiful website and see for your self. 

MEM SS11 look book - lo-fi but too cute.
loose pictures in a brown envelope.  simple loveliness.

www.modeenmodule.com