Monday, April 28, 2014
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Saturday, April 26, 2014
'Back Street All Nighter', a short film made by Law Magazine with Lauren Fitzpatrick, Hannah Deakin and the Wigan Young Souls.
Ariel Finch's tumblr Heartbreak Hotel Honeymoon Suite is one to add to your bookmarks. Not exactly a blog but more than just a kingdom of tumblr scrolling, as there's a lot to feast your eyes on and links to interesting articles on essays (like Susan Sontag on 'Camp' and Beauty Vs Interestingness or 'Visiting Artists', W Magazine's slideshow of artists' studios- including Cindy Sherman, Ed Ruscha and Ellsworth Kelly.)
The Architecture of Dehli.
Im Lauf Der Zeit. Last month I stayed up until 3am watching this Wim Wenders film on our projector with a bottle of wine and a duvet nest. I absolutely recommend it. That Wenders, he knows his way around a superbly soundtracked road movie. The soundtrack...
I've had this conversation with various people recently- mostly fellow bloggers and people working in fashion, and we all agree that we don't read blogs like we used to, and it's because we can't find enough that fulfil us as much as we'd like. There are various reasons. For many of us it's because we started writing and reading blogs in our mid teens, and now that we're older and our tastes have changed we want blogs that are original and personal but with more substance. As these bloggers have grown older (myself included) there are new priorities; where once we were writing from our bedrooms to avoid having to revise for GCSEs or A-Levels and then write dissertations, now we're navigating the world of work and unable to post as regularly. And less updates mean slightly sadder looking homepages, for readers who want to take in lots of new, inspiring updates (like me!). I've haven't given up on blogs, if anything I think this makes the landscape more interesting, and it's even renewed my love for them. Now that I've reassessed my criteria for my ideal go-to-blogs it makes it more satisfying to browse and find the gems that deliver the right mix of art, fashion, essays, though-provoking pieces and laughs. Such as:
Good Good Girl. I'm really looking forward to seeing this site grow. A 'fully female populated and curated site' edited by Wendy Syfret, this is Rookie Mag for women in their 20s. Perfect! Alongside articles like 'Calling Bullshit on the No Make Up Selfie' is a series called 'Shit You Should Know' (not every article has 'shit' in the title, I suppose I'm just drawn to the quiet punch of a four-letter swearword?) There's How To Jump Start A Car and How To Relax. Somebody could do with bringing back a 'How To' tome for women; like one of those go-to books for housewives in the 1950s but with sections on paying bills, understanding pensions, bike punctures and how in gods name you give yourself a blow dry without getting a hairbrush stuck in your hair.
These are the some of other blogs I always come back to: Alaina Wong/ Jessica Stanley / Florence S-W / Through A Glass Darkly / I Capture The Castle / Kat George
Mixtapes and playlists. They're a handy solution when you've been binging on the same albums and you're unsure where to go next. The Mixtape Club is a perfect cure, and I thoroughly recommend BDB's 14th St + Pennsylvania mixtape for throwback funky, laid-back, latin-inspired tracks.
I'm still making my mind up about Todd Terje's much anticipated debut album It's Album Time! but his remix of Chris Rea's On The Beach is one to go back to.
It's that time of year again. I'm craving the leather sandal/tanned leg combination. These are my sandals of choice. (Though I'm pretty keen on these sliders which I bought last weekend for £3)
Chronic Sans for unserious, girly, East-London flavoured fashion.
A strong contender for 'go-to look of the Summer' from Topshop Boutique.
Ah, the joy of the mentor. No matter what age you are it's always good to have a friend/boss/confidant who is slightly older, with their shit slightly more together who is willing to let you pick their brain. Now that I'm 9 months into my first post-university job it's a dynamic that I'm really coming to appreciate. And it can be a knowledge-sharing relationship that works both ways too. I recently read this Wall Street Journal piece about Tavi Gevison and Ira Glass, which is probably the coolest as far as mentor-relationships go.
Eating My Feelings. No recipes, no ingredients, just really good photos of food. Which when you think about it is the definition of food porn. Shh, don't speak, I just want to look at you.
Clean Food Dirty City is at the other end of the spectrum, with a silly name that sounds like that Craig David lifestyle hashtag and bowls of food photographed with obsessive compulsive precision. But still, that Cauliflower fried rice with tofu. You had me at hello.
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Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
Another Moving Moodboard post has been long over-due. I made my first one over a year ago and you can see it here, though as is the case with the natural ebb and flow of internetland, some of the videos have since been deleted from YouTube. That's okay though, if we wanted things to be permanent we might look to other places than the internet.
A step-by-step guide:
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Monday, April 07, 2014
This week I got some very exciting news, and after 8 months of interning I've been given a promotion at work which will involve a lot more responsibility- something I'm intimidated by also really looking forward to. I'll be sharing a jazzy job title with the likes of Pete Campbell and Ken Cosgrove so I'm planning on starting to smoke cigars, buy a flat in the city centre and have affairs with lots of young women. (Alternatively I think I'd rather write science fiction under an alias and learn how to tap-dance) If I lost you with those Mad Men-isms then I hope that you feel an obligation to go away and return once you've caught up.
In the mean time I'm super excited to have this week off work. Yesterday I had a lie-in, made myself a big breakfast (eggs and sriracha sauce, always) then got back into bed to catch up Girls before going for a swim. I never get back into bed during the day; I used to a lot at university but now I generally have less hangovers and less time for duvet slobbing so the novelty of being propped with with pillows and guffawing at Lena Dunham really hit the spot.
Later in the week I'm heading up to Glasgow, a city I've been meaning to visit for blooming ages (especially after reading lots about it over on Ally's blog when she was living there a couple of years ago) I've booked myself tickets to the screening of The Big Melt with a Q+A with Martin Wallace and Jarvis Cocker and am planning plenty of mooching around Glasgow International.
Music-wise I've been binging on Real Estate's 'Atlas' and belatedly discovering the joys of Future Islands. Samuel T. Herring's voice! And his recent performance on David Letterman. In which he wore a Simon Cowell-esque outfit and paced the stage like an unpredictable Gorilla and still pulled the whole thing off, crooning with sexy aplomb. I recommend watching the video, it has the sort of 'off-ness' that I spoke about last week.
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Thursday, April 03, 2014
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Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Darkside was a show that was unexpectedly soothing, projecting a lunar dreamscape across the room in the form of a mirrored orb and a sound that tiptoed between Pink Floyd and a road movie soundtrack. Pink beams of light swept over our heads like the surface of water and I felt like I was on drugs instead of two beers down. A few of the dilated pupils around me looked happy, so although I imagine it was mostly for their benefit I felt wonderfully blissed out too. I also considered whether I should adopt a no-festivals policy for the sake of enjoying live music in lab-like conditions where the sound and lighting is as controlled and joyous as possible and you stroll out converted, like the new member of a cult.
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