LEANT BACK, FLIPPED OUT

UMMMM YES, PLEASE, AND THANK YOU! Top bitch M is bringing these babies to Bitching and Junkfood soon!

Good shit from the KTZ SS2010 collection (found some great pics here of her On/Off show). And you know I'm wetting myself because I posted about the very similar Gwendolyn Huskens' graduate footwear collection way back when (can't be arsed to find it)...

...but I'm also anxious as fuck to see the price tag on the KTZs when they do arrive...

Anyway, not that my latest B&J posts could ever top this, but they're here and here in case you cared (OH! I forgot...maybe the second post can!!! VERY yum, but tragic that I can't have any of it)

SHAKE APPEAL

I don't fucking know why this always happens to my 14 year old sister (and I wish she would stop!) but before getting a knock on the door yesterday afternoon (2 hours before showtime), my sister was pining over the fact that she didn't get a ticket for The Killers playing at Emirates Palace last night. Yet all she had to do was be home to answer that door because when she did, it was the demure Filipina living opposite us giving away a free ticket they received and didn't plan to use. THEN when she got there and had the best time (she described the show as 'Coldplay amazing'), her friend dropped 2 tickets to this in her lap, which my brother and I were about to buy tickets for the very next day. So now, we're spending the day busting our asses to buy her a ticket out of gratitude. I'm also working from home today (doing a week's worth of freelance work with a new mag here in the UAE), so I thought I would take a minute to post something (or re-post something I wrote and LOVED for Bitching and Junkfood...and which I think matches well with the rave-type event I'll be attending this weekend, thanks to my hooked up sis.


...that being THE MOTHERFUCKING HAIR in this Testino shoot for November's UK Vogue! I'm on it.

And for those who asked, my grandmother isn't getting better (and she won't) but she is still alive and coping. Thanks for your concern.

CAUGHT IN A BAD ROMANCE

Okay, I have a minute to spare before frantic movements to prepare for an impromptu flight to Trinidad via New York tonight; not to mention I just got my foot in the door with some publishing agents in London and have to get cracking on some proper fictional presentations now, along with the Skin Two feature I am still breaking my back to finish. But apart from shamelessly praising myself on those (but this IS a blog about me, hence justified), I wanted to feel like a shiny shilling for a minute over all the comments I am gathering on my posts over at Bitching and Junkfood (who is selling B&J duct tape now? - sexiest idea ever maybe?). I also thought you might want a link to my latest entry on Daphne Guinness; something I've been dying to post about for a while...

Also, they're offering a 15% discount to newbies signing up for their newsletter, so maybe you might wanna do that so you could get further ahead than me on these purchases (which I am still trying to find the money for). And they are constantly updating the site with more mesmerizing shit that it just pains me to watch. So clickity click, motherfucker!

I DANCED ALL NIGHT, I SOLD MY SOUL

Umm...this definitely puts a lot into perspective.

Remember me giving linkage to Daul Kim's blog back in April because I thought she was rad? Well...she killed herself. One of my favourite models, an artist, this beautiful girl my age, just killed herself. Not only is it eerie because yesterday I completely flipped out and thought of killing myself, but was instead force-fed Prozac and English Breakfast tea and put to bed (feeling better now, thanks), but it's eerie because I've been following this girl's life for a while and I always used to get this haunted feeling from some of her more personal posts; like something was definitely not right; hollow, sad...I feel like I have this living, breathing, haunted memento of her on my blog roll. It's giving me the chills. Her last post is enough to have my heart racing.

And I have a question to ask other bloggers and readers: do you ever feel like there is something you could've done to help that person on your computer screen? Because you've been keeping track of their lives via RSS? Because you think you know what they're capable of? Because you are somehow really close to that person? I feel like that. Like it's a character in a book you empathize with...but they're real. I feel kind of guilty. I feel sad. I feel confused. How weird would it have been to have found out that I killed myself after you had read my last post on deciding to keep the blog, with blurry images of me being happy and drunk and going clubbing? The blogosphere is a really trippy place. I knew I should've left. It's so personal...but so distant...how can that be?....what to say? So fucking confused...

She wrote this. I liked it. RIP Daul...

i danced all night

i sold my soul

i sang a song

killed everyone

i realized space

i abandoned love

i bought blood

i hid my tears

SHAME AND FORTUNE

Just catching up on The Selby, STILL one of my favourites on the www.

Where do I get this clock?!

I actually have heart palpitations sometimes when browsing this site. It just kills me that I still don't own my own space that I can clutter with trashy glamour and thousands of books. I need this to happen. now.

Going to get ready for a wine and cheese thing now.

ALL THE WHILE I WAS DREAMING OF REVELRY

Every night to put myself to sleep.

So it turns out you don't have to wait for good things to come to you (as if I ever did in the past). I snarled and bickered when I couldn't get tickets to see Kings of Leon at this year's most expensive event worldwide, no doubt, then when I finally gave in 2 days before it, bought fangs and red eye contacts to accompany all the eerie black and gold pieces I wear on a regular basis in order to get drunk at this event...
...my sister called saying her friend's parents were giving up 2 tickets because they only wanted to attend the races (and the night time concerts were included in the tickets). I was kind of over it at this point as I was on my way to the salon to get the bone-straight blue/black hair that I pictured a couturable vampire donning, but I caved in because we had to get there in 2 hours. It suddenly hit me how many times I've tried to see KOL (in London just before I moved, and in L.A. this summer) so I just couldn't live with myself if I gave this up for glow in the dark paint.

Well, what can I say about Kings of Leon? They're...consistent? Their performance, which they claimed was their last for a while, was pretty much the same as the recordings, which is super, of course, but I would've liked it if they did something more (I mean, I'm not sure concert crowds want to experience the same thing they do when they listen to your album). But I am grateful. It was free.

In other news...ME! I'll be over there quite a lot as of now so do rummage occasionally. And I got a super email from Meghan from Kill City today and it looks like I might be blogging there soon too. I also applied for a job working in the Writers' Centre at Soho Theatre. Not ideal but certainly interesting. And hey, it gets me back to London. Wish me luck.

STEPPING OUT OF THE PAGE INTO THE SENSUAL WORLD

I just love this editorial from a mag I just discovered called Contributing Editor. See the rest of it here.

And if I could've posted it, I would've definitely shown you this Le Freak C'est Chic editorial from the same mag, photographed by Colin Lane. Heights!

I am loving this mag more and more with every click.

I LIKE NIGHTMARES

Replace this girl's face with Tasha Tilberg's and I'm exploding all over again in my cutoffs. This girl in Melbourne who's obsessed with Latex fashion, heels, corsets et al started following me on Twitter for some reason and she runs a really good blog ram-packed with latex-fueled imagery. Lookie...

Speaking of...tomorrow I'm attending a kinky photo shoot put on by Severe Society Films, then a fashion show where Venus_Prototype will be unveiling their new fashion latex creations. Stoked dot com.

PINKY AND THE BRAIN

So I've been slowly discovering Twitter and through the people I've been following, I've been exploring who they're following..and who that person is following and....yeah, so that's how I ended up coming across ChinaShop Magazine, where a post on Necklush was written by the infamous Gala Darling. LOVES IT! The designers are experimenting with different materials, shredding them, layering and intertwining them and making them into some hot shit I'm gonna call a narf (necklace + scarf). Of course if I had to choose, I'd have dibs on the black. 2nd would be the pink, grey and white one - heights!

I was giving my resume a makeover and then I ended up joining Twitter. Ewww...so...there it is in the right column. Can't really promise to be very interesting on there. But, yuh know, it's there. Or you can click this picture. Whatev.

STACK 'EM HIGH AND DROP IT LOW

FUCK I love Rumi's Acne wedges (the cloudy blue version must specifically be noted too!). The last time I visited the Acne website was years and years ago and they were kind of basic and basically boring. So here we are again, and I like. A couple looks I dug:

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Also, Kings of Leon is playing The Forum on the 22nd (L.A.) and I want to go. That's all. Otherwise, it's Corona and season 5 of Weeds around these parts. I need a job.

WHEN YOU SEE HER, SAY A PRAYER AND KISS YOUR HEART GOODBYE

WAH Magazine (who I also write for from time to time) posted about Patrick Nagel's sick 80's babe illustrations a little while ago, and it looks like they've got some of the prints up around their nail salon/new East London girl 'hang' as well. Good call. I like. A lot. So I just wanted to do a re-post with some of my favourite in the batch from his website.

Bitches are hot. The 2nd picture is my favourite! I want it in my blog header, maybe. PENDING DIBS!

And isn't the use of lyrics from Madonna's 'Who's That Girl?' a smashingly perfect fit for this post? (is this sentence grammatically correct?)

MY BODY IS MY INSTRUMENT

DUDE! MINUTES after that last post where I talked about finding the perfect piece to show off my F-hole tattoo, I find this t-shirt on some website called Threadless. So my back's off days are covered too (no pun intended). They need this in black or white though.

[I am still in need of a writing job]

WE COULD BUILD OUR OWN VERSION OF SOCIETY

Just dreaming with the help of tight modern interiors website Plastolux.

[I am still in need of a writing job]

PAPER CHASE

And I'm just one of a billion other people who DIDN'T think of this first! (from Vantity Farm) Really...really...REALLY anxious to get on my own two feet and own a dope apartment. I've actually been thinking a lot about that lately. Not toilet paper, but this Miss Independent stuff. So can someone please give me a decent job already? Preferably one where a new laptop, pyjamas and luxuriously tossed sheets are involved.

So my L.A trip has been cut back slightly due to the fact that all these major official documents I own are all expiring at the same time. So there's about to be a lot of blood sampling, cotton swabbing, eye and thumb scanning and picture taking. And if you'll notice a couple picture posts back, home girl has a bull ring (my dad hasn't failed to point out half a dozen times). And it's now become, 'Get rid of that ring [that same bull ring that will keep you unemployed, judged and embarassing as my eldest child representative] and I'll help you get a cheaper ticket to L.A.'

So...I'm now on the hunt for a transparent filler for my newborn hole. But guess what? The U.A.E. has made tattoo and piercing studios illegal! Isn't that super? But luckily, it should be fully healed in a little over a week so I might be able to stick my own cleansed and trembling fingers up my nostrils and sort something out just before picture time. Wish me luck because I think it's kind of sexy now!

NO ONE BELONGS HERE MORE THAN YOU

She made a website specifically for that. And you can click on 'Buy'. I would've but my bank says stay clear of words like that until May. Best marketing ever. Never even heard of homegirl and never wanted to get my hands on any book more.

Oh, there's more where that came from. Let me link you to the next image. She's funny. Check it out. And I'm afraid I'm so ill-informed and tragically behind on cool Miranda July-esque trends so the tour information featured is long past. I repeat, DO NOT SHOW UP AT THE SERPENTINE ON THE 4TH of JUNE AS I WAS THINKING OF DOING A STUPID MILLISECOND AGO!

However, DO visit her website and tell me you hate her for having the sickest website entry page in life!

I am now going to read the London Paper until the all-clear in May. Still waiting for my Adulterers Anonymous book in the post too...