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Obsessions.
ASOS and Brick Lane are the sole dealers for my (bordering dangerous) jumpsuit obsession. How ASOS make such wonderful onesies for such oh-yes-that’s-just-about-affordable prices I will never know. And quite how Brick Lane’s vintage shops can charge quite so much … Continue reading
Little things and Big things
Everyone’s talking about Telephone and Lady Gaga Has Collapsed (which, incidentally, reminds me painfully of that Frank O’Hara poem which I love love love.) So instead of pummeling you full of my opinion on 1980s lesbian prison guards, product placement … Continue reading
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand.
Whoopla! I’m very excited. Read on sweeties… Right at the opposite scale of Brian-From-The-Last-Post Passivity -> Slutty Provocativeness sits Mam’selle Gaga. The nut job. Here’s her latest proffering to the grand and over-dressed world of Camp-Pop-Dance (genre-mash-chic). I’ve decided the … Continue reading