If you haven’t read it, you’ve probably all seen a tattered copy gracing the dusty shelves at your local library as a kid. And if you’ve never laid eyes on Maurice Sendak’s popular children’s book Where the Wild Things Are (and that’s weird, mind you), then there’s no doubt that by now you’re more than familiar with it this year because of all the movie’s surrounding hype.
The Book Club
Last night I attended the launch of The Book Club, a new bar on Leonard st (just off Great Eastern st) and was delighted by the great music, animation projections and the very well garbed bookworms..
It had been a while since I has last delved into the depths of the Bathhouse on its Friday night, Caligula, for the pleasure of observing London’s fashionistas as they parade their latest fab-rags. After snapping a few photographs a theme was rapidly emerging… racey and lacey had a prominent presence and it was not limited to the ladies.. in fact it was a very popular choice amongst the boys..
Depending on what you team it with lace can look classic and old-world or grungy and it can be a great way to show a bit of skin without throwing elegance out the window. Jamie from band ‘Romance’, always one for a fiercely glam look, opted for a black lace shirt with studded bands of leather roped around the collar whilst others took inspiration from virgin brides and rocked white lace.
Jamie
War, what is it good for – catwalk shows, champagne, camouflage wristbands and eye candy. Great let’s nuke them all!
Last night’s WAR Magazine party provided hot looks in dark corners. Bumped into the ubiquitous Daniel Lismore and his band of troubadours. Last week I sat in a Catholic church, on Soho square. It was nice(yep nice, boring word but churches aren’t really rock n roll) and even though I’m not religious it felt strangely peaceful, not something I can say about any aspect of my life at the moment. I looked at the statues and was inspired by the draping of porcelain fabric. I went home and re-created a jersey version for myself. I’m feeling for monastic style at the moment and Daniel hit the nail on the rust rosary-bead wrapped head. All that was missing was an altar boy swinging an incense burner.
We got these boys to pose and someone else hijacked our pap - u know who you are!
We were trying to figure out who Jack was all night – we never met him. Who is Jack? Jack is everyone that filled an industrial coutyard off Vyner street. We spoke to quite a few of the Jacks who had all collaborated to bring their first A4 issue together – they’re also launching Jack TV soon, we wait in anticipation.
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…….
WEAR SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT AND BE A RUDE BITCH……
One night passes-on, another is born, such is the transience of nocturnal life. Unfortunately missed the birth of Caligula – we were knee-deep in HTML(ooo sexy) but it’s always nice to check out a new venue a few weeks in and it didn’t disappoint. The crowd were beautifully turned-out, sophisticated, laid-back and friendly. Chic angular shoulder pads and flirty whispers were exchanged in candle-lit corners.
Unfortunately Man About World and Master Bitch had to go their separate ways at Stag and Dagger last night. Tear, wipe, air-kiss, chaa. 20 venues is too much for a team so a divide and conquer approach was required. Man about World traipsed off with lady in one hand and press passes in the other to mince past the queues Westwoods intact while Master Bitch eschewed the queuing in favor of taking to the streets, can in hand to persue and pester the raggedy band of wristbanded fashion bitches.
Bitching and Junkfood jumped at the invitation to prance and pap at Partie Monster’s 2nd Anniversary Carnival on Friday night at Dublin’s Ri-ra. Bodies and faces drowned in glitter, pearl necklaces a plenty, eyelash junkies OD’ing on face-paint, freaks, fkers, misfits and fashion troubadours – we could barely contain ourselves.
Before twirling off to flash dance we got our hands on a potty – nope no little accidents – this was the cocktail speciality for the night(why wasn’t toilet training this much fun?) We then slid onto the dancefloor to throw a few shapes to the gloriously sleazy tunes of Mexican wrestler masked DJ Marquis D’Alton. Mellow, care-free, funloving and friendly – wankiness was checked in with the furs. Mimi Rouge, organiser, put it so well, Partie Monster is not about posing or anything cliché , but a night which says fuck stereotypes and let’s all just have a laugh. Well the stereotypes were fucked alright and the sartorially spectacular were out for all to see, each new outfit, dancing on our eyes like delicate fingers on a beautiful harp(Enya style) .
So, as part of our USA trip we thought we’d pay a visit to Coachella. We planned it really well, booked tickets for the Saturday at 8pm on the night before, decided to head off into the dessert in our lovely little Chrysler – yup style all the way – stuffed our duvet’s from The Standard into a suitcase in full preparation for car sleeping and to top it all off -for that extra bit of luxury -lost our sun protection(difficult for two glow in the dark white girls). Managed to bag VIP – accents go a long long way in the states.
Twas an interesting festival – firstly Coachella is in the middle of the dessert, in the grounds of a Polo club, so after driving through scorching hot dessert with dry mouth and mirage eyes you arrive at this oasis of green grass and palm trees – but you can still smell the horse shit, but that’s kinda nice in a country way.
We got papped ourselves on the way in – must have been the fake noses and moustaches(new disguise required). But then we went on a little pap rampage. WE LOVED THE BOYS – ok we always love the boys but we really felt the guys were pushing it stylewise.
It was all about new simplicity with the girls, think My Girl, Parenthood, Blossom and Beverly Hills 90210 – we liked it. It was effortless – very litte accessorising – something a Christmas tree like me had to come to terms with. Don’t think I can pull it off – been a bit to Pat butcher for too many years now. It was all about the teenagers – young, coming of age, peachy enough to carry it off.
Shit I’m broke I can’t even afford to go clean my clothes was another big look – kinda tied in with new simplicity but dirtier and more ripped up, very relevant to Europe where none of us can even afford a Sunday down the local laundrette.
