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Keep Calm and Carry On, Winter Story
So,
images from gaga daily
styling –
telephone headpiece – fred butler
This is the 100th post
Here are 100 things I like
That are important
They are in no particular order
1- stripes, always and forever, on clothes, toothpaste, socks, undies, at the seaside, sweets…stripes are life
2-jessica and lils films
3- anders petersen/cafe lehmitz
4- 
5- 
6- Hunterian Museum – Lincoln Inn Fields, London
7- Jarah
8- Audrey
9- Nathan Fake
10- KOMPAKT
11- Donkey Jackets
12- Photocopies
13- Iceland
14- Re-creating this Juergen Teller in Iceland at the Blue Lagoon with Doc
15- Jonas Bendiksen
16- Blossom Dearie
17- Seaside
18- Berlin
19- Alexander reading my blog
20- Hip-flasks and rasberry vodka
21- Battersea park
22- My briefcase
23- The statue at Hyde Park Corner
24- Superpitcher
25-
26- jumping
27- Incandescent light on my Ricoh camera
28-
29- Gummo denim jackets
30- Julie V.
31 – This film, this book, Jeanne Moreau in an orange hue
32- Albino Sword Swallower
33- iD magazine 90’s photostories – iD 164
34 – Chloe in iD (178)
35 – My favourite Terry Richardson
36 – This and this and this
37 – Rachael B and Lady Gaga collaborations
38 – Fred
39 – Ryan McGinley
40- Fourtet – There Is Love In You
41- The XX
42- Sarah Vaughan
43- Fish Finger sandwiches
44- Matthew Ames 
45- My mum’s crystal obsession
46- 
47- celine biker
48- Jil Sander adverts
49- Holly Fulton 
50- unicorns
51- Brighton Rock
52- stefano pilati
53- PJ Harvey and Bjork
54- Ginger Beer
55- Fisherman Jumpers (especially Guernsey ones)
56- Dancefloors
57- Givenchy Pre-collection Autumn/Winter 2010/11
58- Peanuts
59- Stand By Me
60- Bruno Pieters
61- Chemistry-Clinique
62- Veronique Branquinho
63- Je suis une bande de jeunes
64- matthew likes buffalo mozarella, i prefer goats cheese
65- this, this this
66- and this and this and this
67- 
68- 
69- 
70- Heikki
71- colour-stories
73- the gentle woman
74- encens
75- 2b pencils
76- Harmony and his fanzines
77- long johns
78- 
79- Palais de Tokyo
80- coffee – especially ethiopian, its amazing
81- 
82-
83- haider
84- 
85- 
86- Italian Greyhounds, dog shows…
87- My Binoculars from Muji
88- Border Community
89- Eastenders, MadMen, Glee
90- Converse, Grensons, Clarks
91- Rum
92- Chimay (blue label)
93- Boy Meets Girl
94- angle-poise lamps
95- Charlotte Rampling
96- Richard Billingham
97- 
98-
99- casio watches
100- raven
we made this ages ago (2006) – for my RCA summer project – click here for stills
CREDITS:
girl: lisa
voice: nerys
soundtrack: jamie
clothes: david
camera: jessica
We went to a pre-Sonar party at the Roundhouse in Camden. I’ve never been to the Roundhouse before, I don’t really go to Camden all that often, the last time was for this styling battle thing at the Proud Gallery. Camden is this weird hybrid-place that I adored in my teens, going to the Good Mixer so we could pretend we were sat next to Damon and co., sipping warm gins, eating passionfruit cake from this cafe across the road from the tube and feeling too aware of ourselves. Now I am more relaxed, less aware or probably acutely more aware but in this weird denial-phase… anyway the music was different, I mean it was towards the end of those days in Camden, that I started getting into electronic music, going dancing till daybreak in small sweat-box clubs, having dancefloor ephinies at 3am…some of my best memories are from those days, last night was like that.
Laurent Garnier played live, it made me remember why techno is so amazing, why it gets inside you, the layers of sounds that build and build into these crescendos, making you react. I haven’t seen Laurent live since 2000, 10years…crikey. All night me and Jamie prayed for “The Man With The Red Face” and when he played it we stood rooted to the floor, sublimely happy. The combination of the renegade saxaphone player, who walked around the stage being all nosy, Laurent’s upmost love and control of the situation and the crowd who weren’t scene, who weren’t there to pose or stare, who were there for the music, made it one of the best nights in a long long time. It was a shame we missed Fourtet, because I am crazy for his new album and the last 5minutes of his set that we saw seemed amazing…sounds cascading out of the speakers whilst these amazing lasers cut through us. 2Many DJ’s played a hit-free set which made me remember going to see them forever ago at Cynthia’s at London Bridge. Plus the Roundhouse is a great venue, with a nice smoking area with views across the Camden skyline and although the toilets flooded and it was gross trying to pee stood in pee, it wasn’t the worst…it seemed the other guys who went to a party in Dalston had a worst toilet experience.
Still, we talked today about how we are bored of people who wear the right things, who go to nights not because of the music, because they’ll be seen. I know it takes all sorts, I know I go to nights because of my friends being there, because I want to dance to music…I get confused when people don’t care. I am not one of those tech-heads who stand next to the DJ booth analysing every stroke, every twist of the dial that the DJ makes…I just like getting lost for a few hours and looking around and seeing my friends smiling. We (me and my friends) love clothes, its our trade, we love to feel nice in what we are wearing, I know we don’t do it to impress anybody, in the majority of cases we have rocked the same look for a number of years, just introducing new variations. To someone looking in we might appear try-hard, wearing things to fit-in, to be seen and I might have alot of people labelled wrong. Just last night made me realise that although its fun to get dressed up for a night, to experiment, to project elements of your character, it should be done with sincerity and not because where you live dictates it too you.
My own style revolves around referencing the film “Stand By Me”, being obsessed with stripes and Linus from Peanuts, crossed with elements of my teenage Mod days. I did go through an experimental stage for about 3years, involving Junior Gaultier, Buffalo’s and me and Kelly drinking tea, smoking too many Marlboro’s and being expressionistic. It was important, I was exploring my character and although I may cringe at photos and stories, I am glad I went through it. I think, I know that throughout my dressing life I have always maintained a strict-code, taken pride in what I was wearing.
Maybe I am getting old, becoming jaded?
Nah! because I love clothes, I am just bored of being surrounded by the same looks repeated over and over, in an identi-kit world, done with no flair-or basic charisma. Clothes shouldn’t wear you and it seems that they do. That is why last night was so sweet, because looking around the dancefloor, people looked comfortable…plain and simple. Case-in-point, the Barbour jacket. Now my dad has one that is older then me, it is beautifully worn, has insanely huge pockets and is part of my history, I should wear it with pride, but then I’ll just be part of the Barbour-toting crew. Should I be bothered about this, why should I worry about being labelled, if I want to wear that coat then I should…but I don’t. Dean suits his padded Barbour and its all part of his “tropical-Goth” look and fits with his side-parting and buttoned-up Lacoste polo-necks. What I am saying is that I question people’s reasons for wearing clothes or allowing clothes to wear them. People need to feel part of something, so by wearing acceptable uniforms they feel included – an army of beige trying desperately to hide their beige, but ultimately becoming more beige then before. People say they are individual and trendy, but they’re not – one of my housemates friends is leaving the area because they are sick of seeing the same looks regurgitated over and over.
Different areas of London have “tribes” associated with them and I realise it is easy to buy into an area and start wearing the look, losing a sense of self. It’s what makes London so interesting, maybe I’ve just been here too long, know what to expect and don’t get shocked so easily anymore. It can and should be said that being part of some scene gives people a sense of self, thats great, amazing, fantastic. I just wonder when that scene fades out, what do these people do? Where do they go? Left wallowing in a weird stand-by-mode-state-of-unease…maybe they just move to the suburbs or get married. I probably shouldn’t get riled, people are people and if they’re happy then why do I care? I’m just bored, my friends are bored, maybe other people are bored… I like blogs like Jak and Jil, which focus on the details of a look, no 2people are the same, no 2looks are the same, unlike some other blogs that highlight the desperate identikit-I’ve got a little too much spare cash nature, of what I am writing about (she doesn’t look comfortable, it looks forced).
Thats it, just people being relaxed, enjoying wearing clothes, not because they feel they have to, just because its part of who they are as individuals…like last night. Or maybe its just the fact that I get super-wound up, that when I go out dancing I have to fight for space on the dancefloor, caught between posing statues and beige beige beige folks.
Yesterday we went down to Somerset House, to support our housemate
So Matthew said that i can have this duffel coat, it was probably my favourite piece. His presentation was straight-up, simple to read and understand. this micro-army of grey-mohair-wearing guys, staring at you through CCTV-esque spectacles, drinking tonic through straws, surrounded by paper hearts (made by Nick Dalby). The long-johns poking out of the hems of the trousers is dear to my heart and offered a burst of diluted colour, rachael fell in love with the robot with a heart shirt…Matthew’s installation showed he is quite the expert at boyish tailoring mixed with robots, rockets, comics, bruised knees, sunday best clothes on a wednesday, that can only make you smile like that chick Lily sang…plus Maja’s musical soundtrack was quite perfect.
Rachael B. and Maja – Matthew’s right-hand lady
Lou Dalton had Grensons…and that was all I can remember.
Martine Rose is super lovely and wore this bright smiley tee-shirt and I was in awe of her caterpillar boots and colour story
Rachael and I both want and need and must have these shoes by Mr. Hare – plus he is a super nice guy, Matthew wants the stingrays… I know I want Grenson’s more, but these…just beauty
Back home…then into the night…
last night there was an accident
hayley said it looked like i’d exploded ragu all over myself
i hadn’t
it had just slipped off the plate
onto my lap
onto the sofa
i had to take my jeans off and eat in my long-johns
