Monday, 30 August 2010

You all love this as much as I do ... right?



Update: I found these beauties too ;)





I can't believe how accurate they are! Apparently everyone in the Mediterranean has a boat and is sexy.

Lady GAAAHHHHHH

I had an interesting adventure tonight. Hauled to Maidstone to body paint for a Lady GaGa event only to realise we'd been double booked with some other yahoos.

Feeling like tits with now defunct lightning bolt make up and empty pockets, we headed back for Rosé wine and those Tesco doritos with the fat mexican on the front.




It's ok cos my face was fierce the whole night. You can't be disappointed when you have electricity coming out of your eyeball.

XXX

COPPELIA SS10

After endless bored hours absently gazing at the footage looped on Fashion TV, not only did I lose faith in that guy with a yacht who owns the channel, but in South African fashion designers. It's not as if I even extensively researched Cape Town fashion week, but just sort of palmed it off as primitive and incompetent, as one tends to do with some things in South Africa.

How mistaken I was. If I had actually done my research I would have realised the country is filled with talented designers brimming with ways to visually express the beauty of the African landscape and the peace it instills in you.

Without further ado I bring you the first of these discoveries; Coppelia. A nice touch is also the shades, all by Ray Ban, which make me think about the warmth and beauty of the Cape Town landscape. I obviously have to express that this is not how I think the designer has intended it, or how anyone else should percieve it. It's just the feeling the collection personally gives me and the relation it has to my own memories and experiences. But isn't that the best thing about art?


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I am also aware of my little African tangent I've been going on lately, I will get back to the UK (earth) soon, and all the goodness it contains.

Love,

Anna

photo credit: Nikon apparently

Friday, 27 August 2010

Theclash





Jumper-Topshop, Belt-Vintage, Skirt-2nd Hand, Clutch-2nd Hand


Love from,

Anna

Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Kid Cudi: SWOON ALERT!!



Anna xxx

Bad Mood Night

Fuck you hormones! You're a crazy bitch, hormones!!


Here are some albums I put on to jump around my room being a loser:

http://truthaboutmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Two-Door-Cinema-Club-Tourist-History.pngTwo Door Cinema Club - Tourist History: Very catchy; download if you just want to dance and can't be bothered to actually "get into" the album.
http://www.daneeeboy.com/cutenews/data/upimages/02242010_marina_and_the_diamonds_the_family_jewels.jpgMarina & The Diamonds - The Family Jewels: Also very catchy; every single song you can sing and dance to immediately. She also has lyrics that make you pump your fist and say "yeah".
http://www.thedwarf.com.au/var/plain/storage/images/albumreviews/miike_snow_miike_snow/5147011-1-eng-GB/miike_snow_miike_snow_album.jpgMiike Snow - Miike Snow: Just nice music.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2esD1Ixp84/Sbr_sIPr7eI/AAAAAAAAACg/gt7WQYzivqI/s320/tmv_dlitcomatorium.jpgThe Mars Volta - De-loused in the Chromatorium: Noisy, quick, all over the place. If bad sex could be music, this is what it would sound like. Just kidding. Actual good music rather than just catchy, and I love the guy's voice.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6k3JC63av7k/SX0rvRKx7VI/AAAAAAAAAcs/C64OeBODySE/s400/0000038525_350.jpgMeat Puppets - Meat Puppets II: They heavily influenced Nirvana. Sort of grungy sort of punky, the guy can't sing, but overall really good.


Love,

Anna

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Poor Little Rich Girl.

Hi this is Katy, remember me?
Just jokes.

So what's been happening in my life ... not a whole lot really. My only interesting fact is I now own (kind of) my own house in North London. Swanky eh. And recently (the past few days) I really like the sixties. In a face way. As in I like the faces in the sixties. Like Edie. Edie Sedgwick. We in the UK had Twiggy, the USA had Edie. She was all bizarre and interesting but in a mundane way. But man was she fucked up. You have to be fucked up for people to be interested in you I think. It adds a certain ... je ne se quois. Well Andy Warhol was interested in her ... for a time anyway.

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This is part of Andy Warhol's film, in which she stars. It's not so much a film as just film of her. It gets strangely hypnotic considering it's just some bird putting clothes on and talking about jack all.



And this is just a good video of how to recreate her make-up, which I have secretely been doing. Hitting the town in this get up would probably end up in all manner of abuse. I predict. LET'S TEST IT OUT.



"They serve like a mockery in way of reality because they think everything is smiles and sweetness and flowers, when there is something bitter to taste. And to pretend there isn't is foolish."

Over and out.
Katy
xoxo

My Ebay/Topshop Watchlist

A selection of what I am currently watching on Ebay:



Oh for finding the stuff on Ebay you missed full price in the shops! If only it wasn't for that phenomenon of "being outbid".

Have you ever been outbid literally in the last couple minutes of an auction? I have, and I've had to stop my (usually gentle) self from sending other bidders a flurry of written abuse.

But it's how I got my bidinthelastminute strategy. Swings and roundabouts ;).



Love and love and love,

Anna xxx

Standing around in boys' shoes


via Zanita

Anna xxx

Sunday, 22 August 2010

WE-ARE-AWESOME

http://www.we-are-awesome.com/nights/popmachine/img_0002.jpg

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http://www.we-are-awesome.com/nights/dasdisco/img_0005.jpg

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http://www.we-are-awesome.com/nights/thefactory2/img_0061.jpg


Here I display for you my new discovery of a Cape Town based "we take pictures of cool stuff" website. Only knowing South Africa through the eyes of an 11-year-old girl I'm morbidly curious about being able to discover new sides of it. Their street style shots are cute too.

we-are-awesome.com-as-if-you-haven't-got-the-idea-from-their-watermark-yet



Love,

Anna XXX

Thursday, 19 August 2010

I ▲ Lesley Arfin

Reading Lesley Arfin's work is kind of like reading the horoscopes. You can relate to every single thing she says, and even if it's a vague one liner about destiny, you feel like she's talking specifically about you.

Reading her book you'll discover she's a person who's been to hell and back and tried her hand at numerous professions, but been loyal to her friends and what she wants the whole way through it. She is my ultimate idol.

http://blogue.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/7_10_08_lesleya221-00040.jpg

Par example, a piece of advice centering around cheating and a hand job:

Sometimes the right decision feels like it’s wrong or bad because we’re hurting someone else. But we have to hurt other people sometimes in order to save ourselves. If you don’t save yourself first, you can’t save anyone at all. You can explore and make new memories anywhere, whether you’re at a crazy music festival or just at the diner. You’ll become the person you want to be not by cheating, lying or giving spontaneous handjobs, but rather by being true to yourself and being honest with what you want. And then actually getting off your ass and doing it. -- Lesley Arfin, from "Ask Barf: I Cheated on my boyfriend" - Street Carnage.com

When you want to write/like/do/create something, there's a part of you that always says "everyone's going to think I'm an idiot". You always end up feeling stupid, even if what you created was awesome. Welcome to Self-doubt City. My biggest admiration of Arfin is that she sees that and shows you how to get over it. She becomes the you-in-a-few-years who understands exactly how stupid you are and why you're that stupid.

Leaf through some of her advice, it will apply to anything in your life. And if not, go to her blog or read her book, she's brilliant.


http://www.interviewmagazine.com/files/2009/01/05/img-brill-arfin_180325899778.jpg

http://avenue80s.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/aaron-bondaroff-lesley-arfin-mike-bones-thirty-days-ny-1.jpg

http://themalcolm.com/wordpress/wp-content/themes/mimbo2.2/images/ccl-girls1-650x487.jpg

http://www.missomnimedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/WMH_2010_69.jpg

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skmHA9tRu2g/S1cIHUOkUfI/AAAAAAAACvo/aaVHIU-ehB4/s800/SYc_leselyarfin_2.jpg

She also dresses super cool but let's not get too obsessed.

Love,

Anna

I like it

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Hehe

Le Cobrasnake

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Supermarket Jokes





Anyone who works in a supermarket will know the extent of hell you experience while being there. Time drags to lengths you have never experienced. The place is windowless and perpetually lit by a grid of flimsy light fittings above you, row after row. Everything is uniform, repetitive, and the constant fluorescent din leaves you void of any sense of night or day. It’s like Vegas but with ugly people and you can buy soup there.

And the most depressing part: the patrons. A sense of “the customer is always right” morphed and exaggerated in their annoying skulls, they have no worry personally berating any employee they can find, for something usually stemming from their own error. Knowing a man in front of me is a stupid piece of shit, I have many a time smiled at a flurry of abuse centred on my own apparent stupidity.

They creep around the place either smelling like piss or yelling at their 6 kids as if it was their own living room, and the most predictable thing about them is their mathematically repetitive jokes. Every joke seems to be on a slow moving conveyor belt, and like clockwork, customers will tell me the exact same jokes at various times in the day. The phenomenon is the only interesting thing about a supermarket, and I took it upon myself to record them.



"I only came in for one thing."

It’s funny that they make that joke because they’re oblivious to the extent they’re actually being robbed at that very moment. You don’t even need to know anything to figure out that no large company is genuinely interested in giving you cheaper shit. They just want to con you into buying more. “Ooh I’ll have that it’s buy one get one free!”, wake up, you didn’t want it in the first place. You only came in for milk and now you’re spending 20 quid on angel cakes and Muller yoghurt. So ha ha, by the way I’m laughing at you not with you.


"Smile/cheer up!"

Whether I'm in a supermarket or not, I've always hated this, it's insulting. It implies that my face looks shit, and in the mood I get into while stuck in a place with no windows for hours on end, I vehemently take it on as a breach of my human rights to be told to move my face unnecessarily. It also takes up valuable energy I could spend doodling on a receipt, as well as the fact that a weekend job is all about doing as little as you possibly can.


"I thought I'd come to you 'cause you look bored/lonely!"

I am bored, and will be bored whether you’re here or not. Your presence doesn’t figure slightly on my general experience of working here, unless you’re shouting at me. This is interesting because although the customers can subject employees to high levels of anguish, the unpleasantness of sitting behind a till for hours on end is not altered slightly by the presence of anyone else. The routine becomes so deeply engrained and automatic, that you’re basically having a nap for 4 hours. Except it’s a nap where someone is shining bright light in your eyes and moving your arms around against your will.


"I'd like help carrying them home/paying for them!"

This is usually said to me after I’ve offered help with packing their bags. I always have to pretend I’ve never heard the sheer hilarity of it before. But no, dear customer, I don’t do that and that joke isn’t funny.

"Of course I don't need help, I'm not that old/only bought a few things!"

This is another common quip delivered shortly after offering bag packing. It is generally a waste of energy because it is annoyingly ignorant of them to assume I’m asking because I actually think they need help. My dear, I don’t even look at your face, I’m just reading a script.


"Thanks/see you later ANNA!" (Sometimes followed by a wink.)

Oh you’re clever aren’t you, you took the time to look at my name badge then wittily used it as you leave. I’m bowled over. Especially if you’re a middle aged man and all you’re buying is vodka and tampons for your wife (yeah, these men still creep on me).


"Not got long left!"

This is a sweet remark usually made by old people. But I don’t think they understand that it makes no difference how long I have left, every second is as excruciating as the last. A supermarket is the only place I’ve been in my life where it doesn’t matter if you only have ten minutes left, it’s still horrible.


"These machines are fucking rubbish!" (Self scan)

They’re not rubbish, in fact their biggest flaw is that they’re designed so precisely to negate human error, that they give alerts every single time YOU do something wrong. Which winds you up and makes you shout at me. The machine is perfectly fine, you’re the idiot.

Another fun thing about this is that they tell me they’re just going to go to Tescos. Please, if I can ask you one thing, if I was dying and I only had one last request, it would be that you PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU, just DON’T go to Tesco instead of here! No please, wait! I’ll do anything! Noo!


Love,


Anna xxx