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Greetings from Sumo!

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Me and my mane on full attack...don't ask what the green slime is in my glass!?

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Sparkle no more for Sumo?

Some of you may know that I was born with the fat, wrinkly appearance of a  Sumo wrestler. But also the uncontrollable desires of a magpie- my fingers cling like magnets to anything that sparkles, shines and shimmers. The first explains my nickname, the latter- my wardrobe. When my eldest sister moved to London, she left behind nothing but a vacant room and an almost vacant wardrobe – nothing but two sequined boob tubes  (circa 1993). At 15, my magpie mind was in the final stages of development and these tops were like my graduation reward. Slowly but surely they glistened their way  into my outfits and by 16 I was sparkling all over the underage dance floors  of Dublin’s lovely dives. I got three  years out of those spangly  tops before her acute sparkle radar whipped them out of my wardrobe one Christmas and brought them back to London. And that was that for me and sequins…..  DONT THINK SO! It only got worse (or better?)- slowly but surely my wardrobe turned into a massive cave of sequined delights. 

                                                    In Sparklier days..

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Something Eary going on..

Sumo is back in Dublin! Having spent the last two weeks immersed in Ibizan festivities, most girls would come home and debut their tan in an outfit involving white no doubt? Yes- I nabbed myself a tan with a solid army of freckles- Sargent pepper sprinkled across my nose!  Screw the white dress, I’m not a glamor model. 

Yesterday I put my efforts into plucking tan debut attire from the cavernous pit of sequins and leather that is my wardrobe and taking a break I glanced to my wall of inspiration where my eye was drawn to Katy Eary. A few issues back I ripped a picture from Vogue of a girl with a black, fringed leather dress, a gold casio watch, tons of gold jewlery, red lipstick, big blonde hair and a full fringe. I felt like I could relate to this aesthetic and added her to the ivy like wall montage of my room.

Eary is a perversely talented menswear designer who won’t be leaving BITCHY radar for a long time. Having completed a course in underwear design, she grew tired of women and big boobs quickly, deciding to take the menswear route instead. The precise techniques acquired in her early years can be seen in intricate tailoring, a staple in her menswear collections. Her last collection was imbued with miltary tones, featuring crytallized leather hats  and sumptuous fur coats. She’s a fan of blood stained t-shirts, feathers and gaffer tape too – some of our favorite things, endless possibilites.

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Doesn’t matter if you’re black or white…

Another month, another little Monster… the ante clearly stepped up from the last night and not one cheesey Jacko outfit in sight. Never a night for the dull or sheepish, the colour limitations failed to stunt the extravagance of Dublins gorgeous gremlins. As always the crowd were fun, fancy free(actually no you were there right?) and friendly – where else in Dublin could you loose a wallet and have it handed in at the end of the night? Here’s last weekend’s fashion offerings…….

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