Showing posts with label Popular Culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Popular Culture. Show all posts

Saturday, 29 January 2011

Brummin' it.

I took this last term for a photography project with my academic course darlings. We weren't entirely sure it documented what it was supposed to, but we liked it so in it went.

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

Fragment #6

She hustles back to her place on the counter. The stools are full. Girls, officeboys, grayfaced bookkeepers. ‘Chicken sandwich and a cup o caufee.’ ‘Cream cheese and olive oil sandwich and a glass of butter milk.’
‘Chocolate sundae.’ 
‘Egg sandwich, coffee and doughnuts.’ ‘Cup of boullion.’ ‘Chicken broth.’ ‘Chocolate icecream soda.’ People eat hurriedly without looking at each other, with their eyes on their plates, in their cups. Behind people sitting on stools those waiting nudge nearer. Some eat standing up.

(Dos Passos, Manhattan Transfer, p.283-4)

Guilty Pleasure #3 - Give Me Bieber.

So the fever mounts...


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Friday, 31 December 2010

Addiktion #41 - It's a New Year and I'm glad to be here.

So it's a little early, and a little predictable, but I've spent all week in bed and am forbidden from joining The Sister, The Bezzie, The Boy and all my other darlings in revelry tonight at The Social because it turns out that The Sniffles are full blown flu and I've been in a state of delirium all week. No fun at all.
I'm going to be spending my evening in with The Parents, arguing over the meanings of Inception (ULTIMATE FUCKING MOVIE, JUST INCREDIBLY LOUD) and whether we have time to watch Jools or not.
It's going to be amazing.


However, this song, and this particular performance will never cease to beat the traditional Auld Lang Syne in foretelling what the future's for. If you know it, please turn it up as loud as possible and go wild, and if you don't, listen close and listen hard. Every word is true.

Happy Fucking New Year, have an amazing one y'all.




Sunday, 26 December 2010

Addiktionz over 2010 - The Top 25.

Happy Yuletide Greetin's Y'all.

Mummy Dearest took this on one of her festive wanders the other day.


Here's a selection of my favourite addiktionz that have emerged over the past year. 
Please, enjoy. 

Crystal Castles - Celestica
Cee-Lo Green - FUCK YOU
Chapel Club - All The Eastern Girls
Janelle Monae ft. Big Boi - Tight Rope
Die Antwoord - Zef Side
Rihanna ft. Drake - What's My Name?
Foals - Spanish Sahara
Darwin Deez - Bad Day
Eminem ft. Rihanna - Love The Way You Lie
Caribou - Odessa
Katy Perry - California Girls
Lykke Li - Get Some
Kanye West ft. Pusha T - Runaway (Extended Video Version)
Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar
Lissie - Bad Romance (Lady Gaga Cover)

Rusko ft. Amber Coffman - Hold On
Willow Smith - Whip My Hair
Beyonce - Why Don't You Love Me?
Sleighbells - Infinity Guitars
Lady Gaga - Alejandro
Hot Chip - I Feel Better
Cee-Lo Green - No One's Gonna Love You
Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce - Telephone
Arcade Fire - The Wildnerness (Interactive Online Video)
Pag - The Lady Is Dead

Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Home Town Delightz #2 - There you are, you pesky rascal!

I love this thing.
So this hat has been my favourite thing since I bought it on impulse in Forever21's big opening weekend the other month.
It went mysteriously went missing over the weekend of manic travel between Brum-Selly-Home-TheBoy'sHome-Home-London-Home-TheBoy'sHome-Notts-Home. Inevitable, really.


BUT. I JUST FOUND IT. Tangled amid knitwear galore, that was also travelling about manically with me. Pure joy. Though I think I'll still wear a different hat laterz...








POST SCRIPT
Apologies to The Boy and The Cat in particular for unfair accusations of theft. Lav Yaz ;)

Home Town Delightz #1 - Public Library Possy.

So the other day I was in the pit that is Nottingham's Main City Library. 

Amid the stink of damp, active asbestos removal, wandering tramps and flustered yet remarkably resourceful librarians, I was treated to the presence of two charming young gangstahs. They had the hoods, the swagger, the steez - all that shit. And were sat in the QUIET ZONE of the library of all places, loudly counting an astounding number of two pence pennies and reciting impromptu beat poetry to each other while the rest of us tried to ignore the unnecessary disturbance to our studious reading (I was engrossed in the Glassco's wondrous tales of 1920s Montparnasse, Paris).


Yet these two gentlemen proceeded in their chosen self-expression, an art form that managed to drag me from my enthusiastic page turns and captivate my curiousity. There were many a line that have eluded my understanding, and therefore memory, but these two men were saying something relevant, exciting and fresh.

"...governmentsandpoliticianstelltoomanyliez." 
was the closing line, which is all I managed to scribble down.

The pair then continued hustling about the bookshelves for a good hour longer, then politely approached each reader and apologised profusely to the dear "Sirs" and "Ladies and "Babies" (I was Baby) for making such a "damn racket" wished us all a "merry and marvelous Christmas break". With a tip of their hoods/caps they were gone.


What a treat. <3