Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Hello Lover

White Boy- Erlend Oye
The Whitest Boy Alive are from Berlin
See you on 14/12/08 at Melbourne's Neverneverland.

Monday, 17 November 2008

I Love You(r) But(t)...

This picture book is amazing.

It's totally minimalist but still manages to pack a punch. It's raw and oh so very true.

Take a gander..

It reminds me of that scene out of Closer where Julia Roberts claims she can see the love draining from Jude Law's eyes.

More Here:

I Love You

Love 'em but I can think of a few more:

"I love you but you're a bad story-teller".

"I love you but you're an only child".

End of the Line

Great Eastern St, Shoreditch, Ldn..

The trains were free but if it don't 'ave wings, it'll cost 25000 pounds to put 'em up there.

Village Underground site

J Cauty and Son go SPLAT(TER)

When you're practically begging Warner Bros' to sue your ass.

Artist in question J Cauty must have had a jaded childhood. Through his slaughtering of a good hand full of Warner Bros' characters he channels sartorial Simponite's Itchy and Scratchy.

His most recent collection 'Splatter' was recently exhibited at London's The Aquarium.

A promotional poster in Old Street, East London.

Promotional Video.

Warning - it's an animated fright fest.

Sunday, 16 November 2008


So how late am I with this boat? Seriously I'm sure this boat sailed off about a year or so ago but in the premature hope that it sank taking all its passengers with it, I'd like to dock a new rubber duckie.

Shiz this is my new Californication, which by the way got crap 4 episodes into the 1st Season.

P.A.M Fang Necklace

So it was time to get my own. And it's just as pretty as Mo's.

It may have cost an arm and a leg but that's what prosthetic limbs are for, right?

Just ask Heather Mills..

Heather Mills - BitchSlapped - The best home videos are here

Friday, 14 November 2008

Ooooo pretty.

Brookly based photographer Meg Watcher.

Monday, 10 November 2008


Apparently the old adage; don't leave your things with other fuckers, is true.

Yo I know this is a little late but it's still more valid than ever.

These were my kickers. They were amazing. We shared a good time, albeit a short time, but a good one non the less. They were the reason people stared. Then one day I left my precious beauties in someone's van. Purely because it was the only option. We shall call this person Mr X, because I feel Mr Fucker may offend some. Hopefully him, if he ever reads this obituary.

Cutting a long story short; he drove them back to Glasgow from London. He drove away without any indication or warning. He just left. After leaving it up to others, and after that plan failed miserably that other adage, if you want something done right do it yourself, sounded more true than ever.

So we moved onto facebook messages. Message after message after message. Until finally success. He was to send them to me. I left on a trip through the East (of Europe) and came back with high hopes. Luckily I'm not that tall so my hopes didn't have very far to fall.

After more insistent facebook messages, it was revealed that my dunks were no longer. No longer. Some friend had written this 'elusive' van off and in the process killed my beloveds.

So brace yourselves:

its not a money thing.. but i was driving round eastern Europe and the postal service was about as reliable as the people... i then went to house sit in mallorca leaving my car with my friends who then wrote it off... leaving a lot of my things and your shoes in the abandoned wreck... so im terribly sorry but you wont be getting your shoes.

Apparently we were both in eastern Europe.

Figures my shoes were only two steps ahead of me the whole time.

Unofficial Nike ID 1st Birthday

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

2008 U.S Presidential Election

So it ends tonight... and finally there were two.

The Republican nominee John McCain, the senior United States Senator from Arizona, and the Democratic Party nominee Barack Obama have sweat blood and tears to make it up this Presidential mountain. But to claw their way past Sarah, Hilary and Co. they have had a little help from their friends, foes and frenemies.

On Team Obama there is: Winfrey, Eva, DeNiro, The Fresh Prince, Usher, and on Team McCain; Italian stallion Sylvester and the Californian Governator Arnie.

We all know Winfrey has been endorsing her man in her many speeches, but have you seen Black Eyed Peas' singer's vids; 'Yes We Can', staring celeb fans including Scarlett J or 'We Are The Ones' with Ryan Phillipe and Jessica Alba?



there's meat-head Arnie egging on a mass of McCain supporters, with childish insults and unsubstantiated comments, where 'scrawny' Obama and his skinny frame are likened to that of the Senator's ideals.

Halloween masks

Strolling through his Hyde Park neighborhood, on 31/October, Barak O would have had quite a ball bumping into his plastic self. Quite a few Kaufman/Malkovich moments I'm sure.

The Obama mask out-sold his rival's, two to one.

Seriously, these publicists must be on over-drive. Working like dogs day in and day out, spinning up stories, campaigns, you name it.

But as they say,

Any publicity is GOOD publicity, just ask Paris Hilton (see One Night in Paris).

On the eve of the US Election day Obama's grandma passed away. Photos flooded the internet, of the grandson wiping away the streaming tears that symbolised his 'sincerity' and stripped him.. down to his jocks.. for all the world to see. No iron armor, just RAW emotion.

A publicist's wet dream indeed.

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I am more than prone to monologues; however, this is solely due to the manner in which they compliment a witty anecdote and their ability to resemble concrete evidence when it is so obviously lacking. I often wish I could emulate that aloof character who coolly stands in the corner smiling mysteriously as if she has a secret. However, I fear resisting the temptation to involve myself in other people’s conflicts and responding through body language rather than verbose banter may come across as contrived and arrogant. And, I am not willing to take that chance.

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