i'm only happy when it rains

oh, i'd really like to go and see the CBGB exhibition at proud. it's on until next weekend.

all images from nme.com

and here goes another sunday at the desk... no rolling around on dancefloors over here...

ihavenomouthandimustscream

cleaning up the mess i created here and listening to the cure's pornography on repeat. bliss

i always knew i would do something...horrible

meet my inspiration of today: lydia lunch

www.myspace.com/lydialunch

as she was playing a crucial part in the NY no wave scene, she's also featured in this amazing book which will certainly have a special place on my future coffee table...

my brain's so empty

"porno-movies never end with a marriage..."

this week was proper awful. don't know where all the time went, the only thing i know is that i am tired as hell plus i got a whole weekend of uni-work ahead of me. what. a. drag. anyhow, only 12 days left until berlin!

a kick in the eye

one of my all-time favourites for dancing around in your room by yourself.

take 'em by the legs and throw 'em down the stairs

will you stop messing with my head and bank account, please, dear certain UK retailer? will you? just stop releasing any of these oh-well-under-40-quid-can't-be-that-bad-and-actually-i-can-never-own-too-many-of-these-perfect-short-jersey-bodycon-dresses!!

to give this completely senseless post more edge, here's a peak at my bday.princess.outfit (it came with the most ridiculous plastic tiara btw) and the best drink on earth ever containing loads of bubbly, strawberries and sugarrrrr.

this is just NOT getting old. ever.

images via jak&jil

milano moda uomo ended today. well, these images on jak&jil just reminded me on how you could not get on public transport or the streets in general during fashion week without bumping into utterly gorgeous and heart-throbbing young gentlemen which were oh so looking like lost puppies in the midst of milano mayhem. but, i'm back in the real world now, and all i am getting to see nowadays are smelly punks with drooling dogs.

i lock the door, another year is gone

image via bella howard

me and a friend just realised yesterday that times for being cheerful about your bday are starting to be a bit over... after 2010 i'll stop counting, that's for sure! on the other hand, i'm also a bit happy to get older since every year means learning so many new things, growing wiser, better and taller in lots of ways. thinking back, i would never ever even consider to go back to where and who i was at 17. plus, still a long time to go until we're thirty and actually i should now be worried a bit more about this massive focaccia-dough i prepared earlier and which probably is gone through the roof by now.

too hungry to eat, too tired to sleep

hayward gallery, the andy warhol exhibition was truly amazing. could've spent hours just watching all the old episodes of the "15 minutes" show he did on MTV. god, how i wish modern MTV was just a bit like that instead of showing stupid car make overs in season # 56847 and old, nasty hasbeen rockstars looking for young and even nastier girlfriends.

ldn eye of course

royal mile, edinburgh

finally developed my holga-film, here are some of the results. i still need a bit of practise but looking at the pictures i am really happy about owning this terribly dodgy plastic piece of chinese engineering.

i am soooo tired, off to bed. looks like it's raining tomorrow :( grrrrreat. at least i got the champagne sorted.

5am, out again.

just saw the new fever ray vid for her new single triangle walks, one of my absolute faves off her record. the video sort of resembles her stage performance i saw a couple of weeks ago and am still in awe of.

we dance to the sound of sirens

ouch! my legs are killing me. i'm really not a lazy bum and i try to work out at the gym regularly (erhm) but i just got the proof and reminder how much i HATE running. it makes you feel sore and horrible for days. i won't even moan about the slight sunburn and tan (shit!!!) i caught when dragging myself through these 3 miles. anyway, need to go and buy new earstuds now, since i feel naked without my black ones and i just observed one of them disappearing forever in the unknown depths of my bathroom sink. mist!

and when the birds fly south, i reach up and hold their tails...

re-discovered this lovely shirt i got from illustrated people last year. their shirts are all hand printed in east london and very reasonably priced. you should have a look at their e-shop on http://www.illustratedpeople.com/

and now i am off to play in the rain.
x

this is a gift, it comes with a price

love marina and the diamonds! just like i love florence and the machine

hang on, travelling woman

suffering from a severe case of fernweh today... anyway, lots to do aujourd'hui.

last shots from LDN Dec 08

Paris, view from the top of Galeries Lafayette, Dec 08

sunrise at Edinburgh Airport, Sept 08

some might know this from Hallam Foe, Edinburgh Sept 08

Tunnelbanan, Stockholm, April 09

Stratford, 08

Cimiterio Monumentale, Milan, May 08. so far my favourite cemetery, but you might need to ask me again after i finally saw Pere-LaChaise...

Parma, June 08

i've been waiting for a guide to come to take me by the hand.

ok today i look like this, first time wearing this most amazing cut-out blazer, which has been sitting in my closet for over 2 months, can't tell you why, though.

the weather is once more bloody awful, i've no motivation to study or go to uni or do anything productive. at the moment i am just loathing the thought of having to run 5 km on wednesday for charity (not even sure of that).

you're a lover in my bed and a gun to my head.

images via hs fashion diary and hs diary

just a few of the many fantabulous images from hedi slimane's diary i liked to share. i just love love love his work.

the bands featured on these images are R O M A N C E (currently seeking a new bassist...) and O.Children, two of my favourites from LDN.

hang the DJ

going out last night was sort of a total waste of eyeliner, i'd say... deary me, yes, i think by now EVERYONE has got the notice that ed banger is oh so cool, but this does not mean you still need to play D.A.N.C.E. and We are Your Friends, signore DJ. in case you have not heard, it's 2k9....

ok, so the mix of the music was, modestly expressed, hideous, (from rap, to 90s via indiepop straight to brainless electro, or shall i say techno? not so sure) and so were, unfortunately, most of the people. at least we have another party over here that we can tick off our "been there, done that, not-going next time" - list.

anyhow, at least the nighttime TV programme was good. ha.