Jeremy Clarkson dyes his pubes with lemon curd

So I may have gotten a bit nervous the other day when I met Rich Fulcher. And my weird awkward brain may have told me it was a good idea to tell him that in my spare time I melt cheese in large buckets then spread it onto buildings with paintbrushes. But now I have a signed copy of Tiny Acts of Rebellion that says "To the best cheese melter", so VICTORY IS MINE. I'm still waiting for the Borders website to put up photos so I can see myself dementedly laughing in the front row. Jeez Borders, you put Al Murray photos up after one day. Get your priorities straight bitch!




I like to use the makeup testers at posh department stores. MAC eyeshadow works surprisingly well as blush.

PS: Is it just me or is the ever popular "Afrika" print a bit reminiscent of Ziggy Stardust?

Compare:


You should try this next time, American Apparel:



Hintidy hint.

Cuz the world a person lives in is his brain. Well mine just gives in..

Alex Grey dress, bloomers bought on etsy, secondhand everything else

I've been on a total Richard Hell kick, if you couldn't tell from my last post. And by kick I mean reading Please Kill Me for the fifty-billionth time while listening to the Voidoids and fervently wishing to teleport back to 70's New York. I'm cool, I know.

teleport teleport teleport

In other news, I cut my bangs out of boredom when I was sick about a week ago. I haven't had a fringe since I was about 3 years old, so it took me a while to get used to my new hair. I was actually kind of doubting my choice at first until I realized that I now have similar hair to Iggy Pop on the cover of The Stooges. Compare:

We've even both have the "apathetic facial expression" going. Soul siblings fo real.

Why I love them

Theresa Stern was an alter ego made up by Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine to publish their book of poems Wanna Go Out?

STARS I WAS
(from Wanna Go Out?)

Stars, why did you describe me?
You could have had a tree for a tattoo.
Why did I have to be these colors?
It's an ulterior motive, this 3-D nothing.
I loved him so much
but I accidentally dropped an electric toothbrush
into my cunt
and fried his johnson.
My box of chocolates start singing "This Is My Father's World" and
I ram a tooth into the baritone nougat.

I'm not down

It rained at ACL this year, and (surprise), it's raining in Oxford too. When I squint and hum music to myself I can almost pretend I'm there. Right now I'd much rather be sitting at Zilker Park in a pool of mud with my friends than sitting in a sweaty plastic chair wearing an itchy school jumper.
All angst aside though, me and Oxford get along pretty well. We've had some good times...

I look a bit like crap, but I love this picture too much to care

Vegetables from our neighbor's garden

Leslie now resides on our kitchen lamp

This picture represents watching Black Books on the channel 4 website,
because it has to be said that those were good times as well

Sniffing televisina

The Slits were a reggae influenced punk band founded in the 1976. Like many, they have since reformed, but they were best back in the 70's wearing mud and loincloths and supporting the Clash on live tours. Each band member had a truly unique style, but singer Ari Up is most memorable for her trademark dreadlocks, odd mixed accent, and the fact that she formed the band when she was 14. Since '76 they have built a legacy for being extremely influential to female groups, such as the Raincoats and Souixsie and the Banshees. Not to mention that the Slits are obviously the inspiration behind the amazing 1982 film Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains.

Albums: Cut (1979)
(Ari Up's later project New Age Steppers are also worth checking out if you dig the Slits)

Cleanliness is her obsession

First issue of Germ free Adolescence is online! Click on the cover page to read it.

Does Iggy Pop sing jazz shirtless?

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You may have noticed that I abandoned posting for a while (or at least quality posting..) I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that I'M BACK! I'm not gonna lie, it's not because I had a burst of inspiration and started banging out revolutionary art analysis essays on my laptop. It's because I started school and I need distractions. Hi everyone (Hi Malena).

At long last, the ezine I made in school last year is up on the internet! And with my excellent IT skills I can embed it here on my blog. It's quite silly but you might enjoy it nonetheless.



Disclaimer: I didn't write all of this. It was a group project, my articles say written by Malena V
Also, the personal zine I posted earlier about is almost done as well. Thank you everyone who encouraged me to write it, I'm glad I did. Otherwise I might have been overcome with boredom and eaten myself. Or something like that.

PS: On the post title. Once you're used to seeing his leathery scarred chest every time he arrives on a scene, seeing Iggy Pop in a shirt is kind of awkward. For example:

(Especially if he wears platform Crocs)

PPS: I had some pictures of Howard Moon in some little pants (British version, underwear for everyone else) to further illustrate my point, but they stopped working. Karma smiled upon you, gentle readers. Unless you like Howard Moon in pants, in which case you can just squint and imagine it.