Saturday, 26 March 2011

Yours Is a Familiar Face But That Don't Make Your Place Safe In My Bed...

Well right now I should be writing this from my new house... But as fate has it i'm stuck in my old flat, getting ready for a night of cleaning.... Long story. 
Anyway, as I was packing my stuff I got bored and started taking pictures. The pictures aren't particularly good and my clothes aren't particularly interesting but looking through them reminded me of one of my all time favourite poems by one of my favourite poets Anne Sexton...

'The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator' by Anne Sexton

The end of the affair is always death.   
She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,   
out of the tribe of myself my breath   
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.   
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Finger to finger, now she’s mine.   
She’s not too far. She’s my encounter.   
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.   
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.   
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Take for instance this night, my love,   
that every single couple puts together   
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,   
the abundant two on sponge and feather,   
kneeling and pushing, head to head.   
At night alone, I marry the bed.

I break out of my body this way,   
an annoying miracle. Could I   
put the dream market on display?   
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.   
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,   
a piano at her fingertips, shame   
on her lips and a flute’s speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.   
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

She took you the way a woman takes   
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.   
Today’s paper says that you are wed.   
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.   
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.   
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.   
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Such a great poet. I recommend looking her up if you're not familiar with her work.

Toodles to you bitches xx

P.s. Smoking is bad!!

(P.p.s. Title = lyrics from 'In My Bed' by Amy Winehouse)

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Fools On Parade Frolic and Fuck About To Make A Gaze Turn To A Scribble On A Page...

Moving this week so i'm busy busy busy. But it's bin a little while since i've blogged so here are 3 of my most recent outfits. I will post again soon from my new abode...

Toodles to you bitches! xx
(Title = Lyrics from 'Secret Door' by Arctic Monkeys) 

Monday, 14 March 2011

Wear Each Other's Heads Like Hats, Speak In Tongues Like Alleycats...

Had a quick look at my comments earlier and noticed someone wanted to see more of this dress...

It's by American Apparel, here's the link!! 
Thanks for the comment :) Now back to work!

Toodles to you bitches xx

(Title = Lyrics from 'Alleycats' by Hot Chip)

Sunday, 13 March 2011

You've Got Cucumbers On Your Eyes, Too Much Time Spent On Nothing Waiting For a Moment to Arise...

I'm hoping that posting this will shame me to the point that I get the kick up the arse I so desperately need to actually get my project DONE... An unfinished papier mache hat... Inspired by boobs. That's it so far. I mean c'mon!!!

Hahaha I think the fact that I have a can of beer at my foot proves how relaxed i've been about this. No more!!... Gonna say another prayer for the people of Japan and get on with it now.

Toodles to you bitches xx

(P.s. Title = Lyrics from 'When I Grow Up' by Fever Ray)

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Skeleton We Are So Close... But You Have Got No Body So Why Do You Insist On Wearing Clothes?...

In the spirit of actually having followers on my blog now (for which i'm very grateful btw, cheers!)... I wanted to keep up the posting. But as i've got so much work to do this week I don't really have any time so here are what I regard as my 3 most decent looks posted on lookbook so far...

Looking like an extra from Dawn of the Dead...

Looking like an extra from Lady Gaga's Telephone music video...

Can't think of what i'd be an extra in wearing this out fit but- Long Johns!!!!!

Toodles to you bitches ( ...Drake helps me concentrate) xx

(Title = lyrics from Skeleton Song by Kate Nash)

Sunday, 6 March 2011

Or Maybe It's Just Narcissism...

I didn't like the braids I had so I got 'em redone... This is what they're looking like now, much better in my opinion....

Anyway, this bloody uni project (see if you don't know what i'm on about)... It's bin like 3 weeks and I seem to have hit some sorta stalemate, got creative block, whatever you want to call it. There are loads of ideas in my head but everything is completely scattered. Originally I didn't want to go the structured route but I was looking through a few of Gareth Pugh's (One of my very favourite designers) collections...

... And it COMPLETELY changed my mind!!

I know you can't really see these pics- (new camera please?!)- But these unfinished theme boards are pretty much all I have atm. (S/S '08, S/S  '09, A/W '08 respectively btw)... FML!!

One way or another I WILL get my page 3 stuff into this newspaper creation, I must!! And when I do I will be sure to post the results.

Lick lick lick my art tit!! xx

(P.s. Title = lyrics from 'Art Bitch' by CSS)