13 Jun Chatter written by Rebecca
Last night I went to The Place to see Erna Ómarsdóttir‘s latest dance work, Teach Us To Outgrow Our Madness. Those of you who like to keep up to date with your Icelandic choreographers-cum-emo bands, might recognise the name from Poni, who Ómarsdóttir fronts. Usually in spandex.
Ómasdóttir’s show is weird, hairy, feminist and intense. Kind of like Bjork when she does extra weird stuff, but dance. They also do a screamo song at the end, which is always a bit of fun.
It’s on tonight too, I recommend you go and see it.
11 Jun Chatter written by Rebecca
In a world where I am rich and have no cares, I am wafting my tickets to The Secret Garden Party around to bat off the flying pigs.
Here’s some of the wonderlust you might, if you’re a mug like me, be missing:
Oh HI there Asteroids Galaxy Tour… Yes boys, I know.
Soko, je t’aime.
Those Dancing Days. I’m always tempted to sing the name of this band, á la Morrissey: “This Charming Man”. You should try it, it’s fun.
Other things you should try include:
-Spotifying the ass off these bands
-Rock climbing
-Making paella
-Sending a postcard to your Grandma
-Sewing sequins on all your clothing (heavily recommended)
-Buying me a ticket to Secret Garden Party
-If we’re on it, buying me some of those YSL cage boots and a sparkly thing to sing into
Peace and other nice things x
6 Jun Chatter written by Rebecca
I’ll probably miss Graduate Fashion Week, which starts tomorrow (Earl’s Court) because I’m at my parent’s house, chilling with my (hideously overfed) cat.
Enticed by promo pictures of spherical, woolly headpieces; foot-long sequined collars and generously back-combed hair, I have had a thought….
- Are you a fashion student / graduate?
- Would you like to see your bobbly/woolly/ruffly/sequined creations on stage?
then email me, damnit!
xx
