Last night I saw the new Almodovar at the Rio Cinema in Dalston. Its probably the most apt space to view an Almodovar – the velvet chairs, vagueishly art deco interior, the layers of dust, the faint hint of cigarette smoke – all reminders of a bygone era. Recently, I’ve made it a principle to not read a review of a film until I have seen it. Perhaps a risky move but I prefer to form my own opinions. Incidentally, […]
This one’s for you Nomia, Tyra-nnical, Beounce’: Listen. Girls, all this talk about addiction and weaves in earlier posts [see Fierce! and Homecoming] got me thinking. This has Got. To. Stop!!! WTF. You’re all going bald! Are you blind? Who’s doing your hair? Sack them! Jeeez, I can understand the appeal of silky, flowing locks garnered from the Indian Sub continent but this is crayzeeee! Look in the mirror, girls. No, it’s not a dark shadow you see lurking there. […]
Don’t we all love a good old-fashioned comeback? Don’t we? Been listening to the new Whitney Houston album endlessly on her website not as a form of self-inflicted aural torture but as a sign of respect. Respect, you ask? What, for a crack head baby mamma? Hey, we all make mistakes AND I’M ROOTING FOR HER. Gives us all hope. Well done, Whitney! Good for you! Ok, I don’t love the album but I can sympathise with how difficult it […]
OK she’s had a lot of stick in the past for looking a touch “hombre”, our Ciara but I have to give it to the girl. She is working it! “I’ll show you I ain’t a FELLA, all you haters! Y’all betta watch and learn. OK I ain’t got no fancy Europienne designers makin’ me costumes like Bouncey’ has but I gots the styles! Yo, check this out. Don’t I look fierce in my FIERCE zipper catsuit thing? Don’t those […]
I’m a sucker for ye ole cinema Frenchy, especially the bourgeois kind where someone’s always giving a violin or cello some finger love [Un Coeur un Hiver] or staring off camera in a melancholic, yearning sort of way. Or suddenly turning their head to stare at you mid-pout, mock horror. Yes, a bit shlocky, I know. “Fromageoise” for sure. Mais oui, J’aime beaucoup. Can’t help it. Anyway, one digresses. This is probably one of my all time favourite closing scenes […]
(Sing along to the tune of Beyonce’s “If I Were A boy”.) If I were a girl, without any delay, I’d get AddLee down to Bond Street Jump out in front of Miu Miu And lust after this beautiful coat… ********************************* If I were a girl, I know how I’d wear this coat I’d team it with my Loubies, My lanvin blouse and Marni skirrrrrrt, oh, yay! ******************************************* I’d reach for my purse Bet you know how it hurts When […]
“We make our own choices…and we pay our own prices”. Saw this recently for the first time in ages and remembered how good it was! Gina Gershon’s bitchin’ and Jennifer Tilly’s just smouldering. Nicely shot film, especially the bit at the end when Corky shoots her gangster boy-fiend and crimson droplets fall onto the spilled white paint on the floor, marking it like a new Jackson Pollock painting. Femme fatale meets James Dean, very Dolce, no?
This guy’s amazing. He seems to live in a certain West London pub and always has some random mix of wrist accessories and rings. The Kaiser could learn a thing or two. This is how it’s done, West London stylee! I also like to think of him as, wait for it, Lord of The Rings. He was quite happy to pose for me. He thought I was a bit weird…
Another late night in Paris. It was early on in the evening, not too busy just yet, the edgy fashionistas, Eurotrashistas and Big-walletistas/No-personalitistas hadn’t swamped the club. You could actually feel the air conditioning – this was back in July and Paris wasn’t quite a deadzone just yet. Just liked the way the lights looked and the starburst-y effect the crappy camera on my iPhone gave.