GIMME THAT SALT ALL AROUND THAT RIM

 Hello! I didn't type for a while because I nearly sawed off my left middle finger while feverishly attacking a block of cheese - I started a no carb thing a couple days a week so...it was bound to happen sooner or later. Anyway, isn't that just a fucking awesome album cover? No shame in saying it...the skankiness of her, the wigs, the dirty mouth, her rhymes, the Barbie fascination....the fact that she is ALSO from Trinidad....it all just makes my labia tingle lol.


Disgusting, isn't it? Yet I would wed and bed this girl in a heartbeat (or bed then wed her, doesn't matter...). Throw in the new Kelis (who I'm seeing live tonight) and some Kesh (also Trinidadian) and I'm set for life.

In fact, I would love to sit in on some Young Money meetings (I don't listen to rap regularly but I am highly impressed with this crew, namely Nicki, Drake and Lil Wayne. Young Money is to the world of Hip Hop what Jack Kerouac is to Fiction, and I just hope they can keep it going, even while in prison.

Oy vey...straying very far away from my metal/punk/electro home...

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HOLED UP IN HERE

http://whatcourtneyworetoday.com/

REALLY!
Pretty random of her, but then again, it's Courtney Love.

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WHEN YOU ARE ENGULFED IN FLAMES

I spent the entire weekend 'modelling' for photog students in this lighting workshop and just had such an unexpected blast. As a result, I'm now even more intrigued by imagery and fashion photography and am at present browsing photography blogs, so this is just some TDF (to die for) images on my desktop right now, from various artists, all nabbed from Twisted Lamb <------ kick ass blog.

Total brilliance.

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HOLD ME LIKE A GUN

Sorry I've been such a shitty blog parent but this last week has kept me pretty busy.

Anyway, do you like my shoes?

Only 40 dirhams from New Look. Yeah, that's like 6 pounds/10 dollars. I went ape shit there on shoes the other weekend, bought like 6 pairs. I don't know why I am always surprised at how good their collection is. It was never that great in the UK when I lived there, and now I barely shop anywhere else for footwear. Good for them.

In other news...

THIS DREAM is for sale in my neighbourhood. I want it so bad, but I don't have the local license and oh yeah, I don't have 50,000 dirhams. The local guy who owns it saw The Fox and I peering inside of it late one night and just gushing like mad and pulled up in his shiny white Mercedes G Class Off-Roader and explained that it was THE car for his crew, B2B (Between Two Bridges, the English name for the neighbourhood he and I both live in). He's really keen to get rid of it for nearly any price, it seems, which is a bit shady so it's probably a blessing that I can't afford it...

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RED HORSES GALLOP

I have nothing to show you with regards to Halloween. Get over it.

Damn, it's been a minute. I am thinking of starting a zine called 'Red Horses Gallop'. Inspiration?

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HOW DO I LOOK?

Just two poor people enjoying each other's company on a kitchen floor.

Last thing you ate: tuna salad

Last thing you drank: half a can of day old totally fizzed out coke sitting on my dresser when I woke up. My cola addiction is definitely back.

Last thing you watched: One of the Abu Dhabi Film Festival documentaries: Tears of Gaza, a disturbingly candid look at the situation out there...The Fox is Palestinian so we made a date to catch it.

Last thing you bought: an egg sandwich at 3 in the morning from a little Arab pit stop post the Abu Dhabi Fighting Championship after party.

Last thing you returned: Readers, I've come to that point in my life where there is no longer anything to return. However, there are loads to swap! So I'm sooo glad I launched this funky swap social event business. It's in perfect timing with my new poverty-stricken situation. The last clothing swap was just yesterday, actually, and I managed to nab a few tops and a delicate teardrop anklet. Not as killer a collection as the last one where I walked away with a killer cut blazer, battered black skinnies, and more. But it can only get better.

Last thing you dreamt of: playing basketball with my family, my ex and his new girlfriend...
Last thing you wrote: a piece on some real Bear Grylls people preparing to cross the desert, climb the emirate's highest peak, kayak it's surrounding waters and cross the finish line in no more than 6 days to win some fat cash. Good for them.

Last thing you laughed at: The unfortunate people The Fox and I had to mingle with at the fighting championship after party, they being cleavage popping teachers in droves shotting tequila and dancing with their shoes off while waiting to see buffed up tatted up fighters fresh from the ring and dotted with bandages. The male population? Off their face Arab gym buffs hoping to be mistaken for pro-fighters by the female population.

Last thing you read: Oddly, I've been reading the bible to The Fox and we've been stopping to make notes and compare religions. And we've been doing this while drinking vodka cranberries. Is this wrong? I just think it's such a great story...well, once you get past all those repetitive sections on the many offspring being produced and the generations dying out.

Last thing you felt proud about: another successful swap event, I guess. We're slowly building up a fanbase - as well as some cash - and this great girl from a local mag called me up the other day to propose a feature interview. An interesting sidenote: they're the rival mag of the one I used to work for only a month ago.

Last thing you considered: a very gutsy hair chopping spree...

Last thing you saw that you wanted: the biggest glass of red wine

Last thing you stole: a cigarette off af a guy at mentioned after party, which I took back to my poor, cigarette deprived fox. We're so broke. And so bored.

Last thing you realised: that I'm about to start training for my first real amateur muay thai fight, and that I can't back out of it now because my editor loves the idea of me keeping a fight diary. My aim is to be in the ring for my 22nd birthday in January. Would you pay good money to see that? Cause I could use some.



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TOO COLD FOR YOU TO KEEP HER, TOO HOT FOR YOU TO LEAVE HER

Only just now making my way through the 2011 Resort collections, to be honest, starting with 'A'...for Acne.

Are they on fire with this collection or what?!

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SNIPER AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN

Hell no am I going to further embarrass myself by posting the new Rihanna song that I am hopelessly obsessed with as of late. Instead, have an offering of the other artist I am currently swooning over. Gnarlitude Jen posted this song and video eons ago but I'm just coming around in the blogosphere after a whirlwind couple weeks sports journalism-ing, swap meet prepping, film festival going, Adrien Brody stalking yadda yadda, so here ya go...




Honest to the powers that be, if I were a highly fucking talented music video director with a penchant for the dark side, I would produce exactly this. Hauntingly beautiful doesn't even fully capture it.

And this one just oozes early morning road trip for me. I don't know about you...


Get on it.

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HOW TO NOT WANT TO BE A STAR

Remember Lenny Kravitz?

The mister is still lookin' good. He posted this on twitter recently - just your typical Paris snap at 3.50 in the morning. Love the style. Love the stance. Photo by Mathieu Bitton.

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A GOTHIC ROMANCE

Call it a poor girl's mental block but I've seen this scent just about everywhere before, heard everyone's gushes, even thought the name - Black Orchid - sounded exactly like something that I should be smelling like for the rest of my very dark life, but never bothered to test it out until last night at the mall. And only because I was smelling a tad sweaty from hopping buses all day and about to sit in a darkened theatre with several other people. The Fox - who is taking a shot at courting me once more - and I went on a date and ended up finding our perfect scents - and I presume - each other's perfect christmas gifts, before catching the 8.15 showing of The Devil (yeah, I dunno). His would be Bleu de Chanel and mine would be aformentioned heady otherwordliness. Funny thing is it also smells just like this eggnog-y type drink we guzzle at Christmas time in Trinidad, but made for your neck! I can't quite nail it in writing so just go sniff for yourself next time you hit up the department stores.  

3 things I'm stoked about right now:

Tackling Adrien Brody on the red carpet when he comes here for the gala screening of his latest film 'Wrecked'. The Abu Dhabi Film Festival hits the capital this weekend, baby!

My next swap social happening next week! Business is booming! More later.

Modeling in early November for students at a photography workshop. Save for a few Kill City shots taken by Panda back in the day (and a shoot done two days ago to promote my next swap social), I don't - and am certainly no - model, but I'm thinking why the fuck not? From what it looks like, I'm on a mission to be as out of my element as possible for the rest of 2010 (I just competed in Abu Dhabi's Dragonboat Races, got picked up on by some male high school biology students I was giving an exam to, started a business overnight, and literally just got asked to train with the country's national triathlon team...). So modeling? Piece o cake.

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LARKS IN THE GARDEN

Me after crying for centuries.

How was your weekend? Unfortunately I had to dump my boyfriend AND kick him out of my apartment before he decided to come back at me with any regretful, loved up words (or his penis). And then I got dressed the fuck up in an "Alexis Mabille" dress and danced myself skinnier and far far happier. So now everything is fine. For now.

Me, Alexis Mabille's spirit and my sister (guess how old she is!)

I have to say...the one good thing about a rocky relationship when you're a writer is all the stories it produces. Wrote a great deal this morning.

And now some music. This song always relaxes me, and helps me make believe I am alone on Spanish cobbled streets:

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SUSIE BY RUMI

I love this photo of Susie in Stockholm, snapped by Rumi of Fashiontoast.
More Stockholm diary photos here.

Today was such a great day. I hosted my very first clothes swapping event and snagged the sweetest fitting black blazer, some battered black skinnies and some other great pieces. And the best part? I wasn't even expecting to find anything I liked because I dress like no one else in this city. I haven't been this happy in probably over a month. Pictures to come.

P.S. Yesterday I went indoor skydiving for my new freelance writing job. It was mad fun.

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P.S. I LOVE YOU

I am all over this Alexa Plum Loopy Leopard blah blah blah Mulberry like salmon on rice at Yo! Sushi.

I haven't wanted much lately but I'm feeling particularly greedy today since I've spent the last 24 hours getting exactly what I want, i.e. I just got offered a freelance writing job and my latest project is getting huge help from awesome friends I met while working at my last job. As a result, here's a Polyvore set of some more o my must-haves.

September 2010 by thelonelylondoner featuring a cape coat

Hervé Léger Asymmetric velour bandage dress, $2,750
top, 19,950 JPY
Cashmere hue, 1.500 DKK
Cropped Vest, $875
black / grey / tan knit cape, $398
Alexander Wang Wool-blend draped shorts, $370
YVES SAINT LAURENT PUMPS
Dr. Martens Avery 10-Eye Boot CHERRY RED VELVET New Eccentrics
Proenza Schouler PS1 Medium leather satchel, $1,825
Cubes of Gold, 265 GBP
black beaded choker, $38
Illesteva / Leonard Sunglasses, $165
Antler Headband By Unique, $160
Chanel - Chance Eau De Toilette Spray 100ml/3.4oz, $85

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I'VE GOT STAINS ON MY TSHIRT

Behind the scenes of one of my latest little projects.

I wanna be a stylist, man.

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MADE THIS WAY

Kesh has a new print. I dig. A lot. Only a Trinidadian could be that rad. :p It's pretty affordable too - even the recently rebelliously unemployed like me can have one. But no. I am thinking to grab the rest of the money and run. I've been dreaming of spontaneous sabbaticals...Like..can you go on a writing retreat when you're not really even a writer?

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SILENT TREATMENT

I don't have blue hair anymore.
I don't have listerine anymore either. haha...
I'm bad, but not that bad.
FUN FACT: my dad's a pilot and he can get stopped from flying if he so much as gargled too much of that shit. He's all picking fights with my mum these days about shopping for the alcohol-free kind).

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LIFE IN A CAPELLA

Really lovin' this woman right now, especially since we now share a third nasal opening (it's good to be bullringed again now that I'm miles from an office).

As usual, The Fox and I are not friends tonight. He still hasn't quite come to terms with the fact that I actually am a social alcoholic (I hate people who laugh and nod and say they are too) and it bums him out. So I've left him a box of donuts in the fridge with an apologetic Post-It note attached and Rehab tonight is at my parent's place. I'm updating my CV, changing my Facebook name and snuggling up on the sofa with the girls watching Kendra's E! True Hollywood Story.

FUCK ME, DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S SOOO GOOD? Spicy tomato and rice soup. Staying true to my new 'life's a bitch but I can handle myself now that I own a flat' stance, I brought over my own canned food. Mother dearest still pried it from my hands to heat on the stove, though, and made sure I had every last drop! That and tea with cardamom spiced milk just does it for me these days. I'm losing hella weight, though, obviously.

I just had a really easy, breezy talk with Panda (it's been a long time coming), and I actually have no ill feelings towards his new girlfriend. I get great vibes from her. I hope he reads this. I mean that.

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MURDER YOUR LITTLE DARLINGS

Yesterday I quit my job.
I feel like this right now....

Last thing you ate: home made pasta

Last thing you drank: chai tea

Last thing you watched: Isao Takahata's 'Grave of the Fireflies'. And I cried and cried and cried. There was a thunderstorm up in my bed last night.

Last thing you bought: some takeout from Bricco Cafe - THE best fast food Italian in town, I have to say. Just waiting until it hits 6.38pm so I can eat it!!! (fasting)

Last thing you returned: An Arabic phrase book

Last thing you dreamt of: running into my now ex-boss at a chinese restaurant cum bowling alley

Last thing you fought with someone about: Honestly? I can't remember the last time I fought with someone.

Last thing you regretted: nothing, but I was thinking if I still had my job, I would probably be able to go to London in October like I had planned.  

Last thing you forgot: how much more exciting life is when you're just wingin' it (yeah, I say that now since I only got paid a week ago)

Last thing you wrote: a resignation letter

Last text you received: I dunno because I lost my phone. AGAIN! And I knew it was going to happen so I didn't splash out a new one, thank FUCK!

Last thing you laughed at: The Fox telling a serious story but with very cute, very flawed English.

Last thing you read: I'm reading a book that's banned here called 'Abu Dhabi: Oil and Beyond'. It's very enlightening. My ex-boss lent it to the team to read hoping it would shed some light on where we're based and where we're writing about. It does, but I no longer work there.

Last thing you felt proud about: having the guts to leave and branch out even before I had a plan. Stupid. But exciting.

Last thing you considered: teaching Creative Writing...

Last person you spoke to: I'm holed up on the couch with my mum catching up. She just got back from trips to Canada and Chicago.

Last thing you saw that you wanted: Kelis' style!

Last thing you stole: some small food items from my mom's kitchen. It's going to be a tough couple months.

Last thing you realised: that I'm actually doing well for someone my age and that I shouldn't freak out so much. I'm 21! I'm just getting started!

Last thing you decided: to take on a couple one-off jobs from my adoring mother until I find my feet. I will now be my mum's personal trainer three times a week, and will double as her style consultant and wardrobe sorter.

 
 
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YOU'RE ALRIGHT

Friday night in.
My idea of piggin' out.

The fam's off in Toronto setting up my little brother for college so The Fox and I are vacationing in their apartment on the weekends, throwing dinner parties, playing Truth or Dare and cards, watching The Tudors and The Hills and fighting about whether one particular time is better to go to the gym rather than stay home and watch a dumb movie. He's asleep on the sofa and I'm chowing on my lonesome with some back to back Beverly Hills 90210 - something The Russian boat dweller lent me. And I swear it was purely coincidence that I started watching it just in time for 90210 Day.

I am thinking of quitting my job, not only because my bosses don't like/trust me, but because now that I know that, I get a feeling it's a great time to dive into all my purely passion driven projects, even if they involve next to no money. I'll probably go consult Susan Miller after this.


[UPDATE] Lo and behold, Susan Miller says this month is a great month to quit my job and change my focus in my career sector; even study again! 

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A WALK IN THE PARK

I've been really out of the blogosphere and fashion loop for quite a while now and I actually find it refreshing. But allow me to adore a teensy bit of what I've missed...

...like these insane DI$COUNT fingertips selling at Meadowlark. They have a gorgeous guest blogger collection but all the jewelry at Meadowlark is just quite simply fab.

Bangin'...

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