Beyond Words Dance Company have produced this wonderful piece of work to our song ‘The Magic Of Us’. I hope it makes spines tingle.

After taking it all in, I was a flumped to see that our music was not credited. What a shame. I hope they include some love for us soon. Will update!

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 : )

Today is International Women’s Day. Something that was originally proposed 100 years ago, that I probably only found out about today because of Twitter. Girl(geek) power.

I’ve had a little hum/ha about whether to write about it because I don’t want to end up filling the blog with big blanket statements about subjects I don’t know too much about and coming out the other side looking like an outspoken idiot.

But I do have one little theory in the minefield of feminism that I remember discussing very earnestly with my friend Will at a godforsaken hole of a New Years Eve party where everyone had had too much wine and not enough Jools Holland. I think I can share that with you guys, too. : )

Drumroll:

Fourth wave feminism!*

(Yes, that’s all.)

Everyone, pick your bras back up, and carry on.

I probably don’t need to wear a power suit and open bottles of Coke with my teeth like this reminiscing 90s chick did.
I probably can bake cookies and enjoy Alexander Wang’s new 5-ins wedges, and at the same time, read some Ezra, not obsess over my hip-bones and manage not to vote for pillocks in the General Elections.
(If that’s possible.)

It’s a toughy. And, like I said, it’s a minefield, so I won’t waffle.

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On a separate note, come and do your worst at our second ever gig at Punk in Soho. See the event details here.

It’s going to be a glitter-fest. BYO glitter.

Xxx

*If the first wave was 1900s Votes For Women, and the second was Burn Your Bra in the 60s. Then the third is arguably Girl Power of the 90s…

COME!

I don’t know why it’s taken the world so long to create a social networking love-nest thats primary focus is dressing women up in lovely clothes. It’s like Facebook made small, excellently dressed babies with Nylon. Dreamy.

Like with all social networking thingies, it has a “look how many friends I gotz” column. Mine says three. An unearthly social networking thingy took hold of my psyche and made me feel inadequate to the point that until I felt I was somewhere closer to the front of the “look how many friends I gotz” popularity race, I could not rest. I still have three. Ah, social inadequacy.

So today I spent an hour dressing ladies and trying to make friends with other window-shoppers at Looklet. Here are my creations. And the best thing is that the goodies you dress your mannequin up with are all for sale online. I know.

Other News.
Yesterday I made Earl Grey cupcakes from the Primrose Hill Bakery Book. Then I drank a huge mojito. Yesterday was a good day indeed.

Hugs y’all x

I’m afraid I’m about to deposit an absolute heap of information on you. This morning, it started off as a two-point post. Then I found something else that simply MUST go in this blog. Then another. And then another. : )

Here goes.

1. FESTIVAL HUNT.
Bim are on the look out for festivals to slide around in and play our music at this year. If you know of a particularly awesome festival that we should play, throw it in the comments box and we’ll get on it.

2. & 3. ANIMALS
Remeber that post I did with the guinea-pig hairslide? Reid Peppard, the 23-year-old fine art graduate with an appetite for taxidermy had a proper, good, English, down to earth chat to Vice about making accessories out of stuff her cat brings in.

In other animal news, Topshop have gone all Red Riding Hood for their new collection. Aw, man. I wish I had a fox to put on my head.

4. CHARITY SINGLE. Only, kind of, not annoying and full of chumps.
I’m talking Imogen Heap’s improvised charity single for Great Ormond Street that she credits the audience for creating with her.

I get that tingly feeling about improvised stuff. It’s exciting. Especially so if it’s Imogen Heap who’s pumping extraordinary ethereal sounds. There’s something very special about collaboration, art and chance. Explored very bravely and successfully here. Immi, I salute you. : )
It’s only £1 and it’s beautiful. Buy it!

5. PHOTO !
A snap, courtesy of Trent Mc Minn, at our band’s first gig on 11th Feb with our electro line-up.

That’s all folks.

xxxx

We can’t believe it.

Bimlets! How I’ve missed you.

I’ve been beating off the remains of an unyielding cold with an echinacea/eucalyptus-covered broom. First gig with the Shiny New Bim line-up tomorrow night and I will not be made croaky by some lame germs*. In your face, germs.

Some things have stood in the background and gone “yeah, take that” at the germs while I’ve been beating them with said broom. They may not have been contributing to the germ-beating directly, but MAN have they helped along the way.

They are:

1. Watching people fight on Trisha Goddard. Why? Nobody knows, but Trisha and her angry minions have the keys to relieve people of their snot.

2. The new Massive Attack album, Heligoland, naughtily streamed on YouTube but stimulating, beautiful little films are also available in exchange for a tweet at the (inventively named) Tweatre. It’s quite divine, and the sound is mostly depthy, spacious and stirring – just as you’d desire. Yummy.

3. Watching a full-on, balls to the wall, flat-peaked-cap rude boy help to walk an old lady across the road. It really happens. Amazing.

If you’re coming to the gig tomorrow, come and say hello : ) xxx

*Dear Germs, please hold off making me croaky for a few days. Many thanks, Rebs. x