Byebye 2009!

Love that will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
 It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design
An alignment to cry,
At my heart you see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be 

Meet Mr. St John Stevens. He's a mild mannered cat from North London, who, in his spare time, likes to solve mysteries, along with a small owl named Jebediah Morningside. An unlikely pair but the two have an everlasting, unbreakable bond, engendered by the will to do good in this crime burdened land.

In my opinion fashion can be slightly hollow and repetitive, which is why it's refreshing to see creative minds still bringing crazy new ideas to the world.

Hussein Chalayan, is one of my favourite designers because he teams experimental concepts into his designs; including his "The Tangent Flows" graduate collection, where he buried his outfits in his garden and then dug them up again. He also designed a series of laser LED dresses in collaboration with swarovski, that was showcased in Tokyo.

Another collection was garments that contained magnets, on a timer. Every 20 seconds or so, the dress would transform into a different shape by itself. This collection is my personal favourite. Click above to see!

2 of the yummy cocktails I photographed for my friends company

Got some new penzzzzzz

SLow club. I need to make something soon!

If we’re both not married by twenty-two
Could I be so bold and ask you?
If we’re both not married by twenty-three
Will you make my year and ask me?

If we’re both not married by twenty-four
Will you pass me those kneepads and I’ll get on the floor?
If we’re both not married by twenty-five
I hope that there’s some childish spark still alive

Cause there are so many lessons
That I just never cared to learn
And there are so many questions that still burn
Like will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?

If I get to thirty and I don’t have a wife
I’ll ask you nicely but I won’t ask twice
If I get to forty and I don’t have a spouse
I’ll fashion you a letter and I’ll send it to your house

If I get to sixty will you let me slip away
Into an armchair for the rest of my days?
Cause you’ve got your family and I’ve got mine
The love that we shared was for another time

Cause there are so many lessons
That I just never cared to learn
And there are so many questions that still burn
Like will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?

Plus WOOOO RAGE NO.1!!

Tomorrow i'm going to take photos of cocktails for my ewok little friends online company and then visiting the delights of Mangos dimsum yumyum!

Thinking about travelling around in america or south america in summer with my little backpack though curs-ed be! Girls cannot travel alone so I need to find some male companions for a little sneaky safety or I will cry tears that will make me rust. I want to taste the delights of true mexican cuisine, see peru and the incas and iguazu falls! I want to take my little book with me and get inspired by the crazy pretty surroundings and dance tribal dances!

A photo I took of the tyne bridge and the sage and my mammas xmas present!

What's this?

What's this?

I haven't got a clue

What's this?

Why it's completely new

What's this?

Must be a Christmas thing!

For my new project 'Migrate' I took a trip on a cold rainy northern day, to Ahmed's International Superstore which was both an adventure and a delight!

Crucial Reggae

Ever since I was small like a hamster I think reggae is the only music that makes me happy and real regardless of a routine filled life! IRON LIKE A LION IN ZION

As I lie in the bloodstained bed decapitation of the head

Drownding in my favorite colour red

This deadly virus starts to spread

Slowly becoming thee undying dead

Is this the day when ill pay

My soul being ripped away

Decending down to become a stray

Falling in the grips of hell

My soul leaving my body with a decomposing smell

As hell puts me through this game of pain

Controlled by a fragile state of mind

Surporting this a hallow shell

No time to tell whereever in hell i fell

Uncontrolable thoughts of what sourrounds me

Awaiting to whatis to become of me

Held against my will knowing never to be free

Telling myself it's all a dream

Still I lie drinking out of my own bloodstream.

crucial reggae

In the mind of a Rasta man,
There is always the sound of a Reggae Beat,
Beating out the pain and bondage they meet.
In the mind of a Rasta man is a Reggae Beat.

In the mind of a bald head,
There is the sound of a Reggae Beat,
Beating out the pain and suffering they meet.
In the mind of a bald head is a Reggae Beat.

IS FREE OF VINDICATION

...

for now.

Mutate Britain!

Went to portobello road yesterday to visit a new exhibition Mutate Britain! "See weird and wonderful sculptures from the Mutoid Waste Company and their cohorts" There were lots of rastafaris and cheap delicious beer.

Modelling my flatmate's dress at the Central Saint Martins White Project fashion show! I was made to unleash my breasts and bum to the world...

smelly apfel

The rotten apple dress engulfs the model in smelly desecrated flesh. yummy yummy.

Awesome

pretty pretty

Some old images that I'm quite fond of. Going out in Camden tonight with some precious gems, and accompanying me will be my new ostrich feather bag!