I started today in an east end market. Lots of fish and ‘real’ £2 DVDs. I was aiming for a crazy good fabric shop that Rebecca bullied me into going to, to make arty things for our photoshoot. Here’s some good things for eyes:
Next I flipped the world on it’s head and went to Selfridges, as you do. Skipping all the boring high-street stuff, I found some fun things:
Union Jackesque Viviene Westwood: (bit camp for me tho isn’t it)
Custom adidas Spanish flamenco-y style jacket. Shoulder pads and tassles. Gotta be good.. But for £570 I almost punched a salesman who was walking by.
More Adidas fun: But I would puke if i saw anyone actually wearing this.
And modeled by me, what I bought. It has bloody tails and a spiked hood. See you on stage, sexiest top evar:
So instead of pummeling you full of my opinion on 1980s lesbian prison guards, product placement and fag glasses, I’m instead going to show you this week’s muso love:
Poignantly regal and beautiful final collection. Can’t wait for the studded, solid breast panels, and puffy, slipped-down skirts filter through to everyday wear.
(Photos from catwalking.com)
Wonderful wonderful.
That digested… to the studio! Tonight it’s backing vocals for a song that we loved, then we hated, then we remixed, then we re-remixed, and now we love again. All will be revealed, Bimlets, all will be revealed : )
