christmas - the only day of the year that you're forced to spend time with people you would never choose to spend time with on any other day. primarily, yes, christmas is about spending time with the family, being humble and thinking about baby jesus but the majority know that these days it's mostly about eating shite, getting fat and not caring, having the annual huge family fall-out, getting absolutely abliterated on booze and thinking it's a good idea to pull down the tree. yes, christmas is here again. whoop-de-fuckin-do. havin a lovely christmas time in my polar bear outerwear. MERRY FUCKIN CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY BASTARD NEW YEAR! X
Absolutely in love with Lilly Heine's AW/10 collection. She uses just the right amount of juxtaposition between the light, flowing fabrics and the heavy layering and appliqué to form nude garments that represent understated chic oh so well. Lilly is a Central Saint Martins MA Graduate with pieces from the collection ready and waiting to be bought in Topshop, Oxford Street. Really wouldn't mind if those shoes were on my feet right now too...
My poor hair has taken some absolute hammering with the hair dye over the years, but never have I had a head full quite like this. I may tip over the edge and do something brutally wild with it when it's grown back long, I think this looks h-amazing. >>>
A few of the colours my poor innocent barnet has had to cope with over the years. Wish i had photo evidence of the green and blue. Or maybe not.
Pink for me was a bad choice. Cyber goffin'
I went to an exhibition at Atlantis (the art suppliers) on Hanbury Street the other week which happens to be where I live. Some really interesting work and was lucky enough to stumble across a Tracey Emin light installation. Bands were playing, the over-priced booze was flowing and some wicked art was on show. I particularly loved the sculptures produced by the DNA factory. They were of Minnie Mouse in some pretty disturbing states, juxtaposed with their brightly painted glossy coats. Quite comical, I must of stood staring at them for a good fifteen minutes, switching from hard chuckling to myself to being completely floored and wishing I had massive amounts of cash to buy one. Highlight of the night? Seeing 100% Beefcock & The Titburster thrash it out on the drums and bass. A tattooed female duo, there musical noise and heavy riffs aren’t for the faint hearted and most certainly not for any girls aloud fans out there. The bassist reminded me strongly of Nancy Spungeon. This and the band name 100% BEEFCOCK & THE TITBURSTER was alone enough to make me instantly fall in love with them. Managed to capture some photos >>> (sorry about the quality, the pathetic 2 megapixel camera on my blackberry isn’t the best.)
100% Beefcock & The Titburster
The DNA Factory
Sarah Lucas Light Installation
100% Beefcock & The Titburster
CAOS - 100% Beefcock & The Titburster
Went to a mate's in Camberwell. She asked me to draw her something to fill her really bare bedroom walls. Went with this >>> (‘inspired’ by a scene from one of my favourite comedy series The League of Gentlemen.)
papa lazarou. hilarious. "you're my wife now"
Let the Right One In, directed by Tomas Alfredson. The film itself is pretty slow and not what i expected, but I loved it anyway. It’s one of those films that although you may not love it the first time, the more and more you watch it, the more you’ll love it. the most beautiful thing about it is it’s simplicity. There are no ‘hollywood’ quirks about this film. It is essentially a love story, and it’s simplicity emphasizes that through it’s uncomplicated imagery and modest script. The soundtrack, however (composed by Johan Soderqvist) absolutely blew me away. It’s intense, fervent, and thoroughly emotional. Just listening to the soundtrack made me completely nostalgic, reminding me of the music I used to dance to when i was a ballet dancer and brought back many memories. Awesome soundtrack.
|a photograph I took of my old blochs / bloody toes|
[ watch the trailer ]
I’ve been reading Exquisite Pain by the artist and photographer Sophie Calle and finished a few weeks ago. It is a deeply sensitive and poignant book about loves gained, loves lost and emotional life experiences. In the book on each of the left pages, Calle talks about a lost love of her own, revealing a little more of the story each time the page is turned. On the opposite pages are the inputs from from her friends. This was my favourite. I found it harrowingly emotional to read the first time round and it still touches me when I read it now. It’s pinned on my wall above my bed to remind me of how fortunate I am.
[ photocopied and scanned from the book 'Exquisite Pain' published by Thames & Hudson ]
Came across this drawing i did a while back whilst trawling through the many, many files on my mac. Could really do with a desktop clean out when I’ve got a few days free, could take a while. Gonna pick up a pen and do some more drawing over christmas I’m missing scribblin’. The drawing is referenced from an image found in magazine, .
Scan quality aint too crackin. Soz