“Poster for Taming Light, a group exhibition featuring painting, photography and illustration inspired by the films of Stanley Kubrick. The show was presented at the Light House Cinema in Smithfield, Dublin during October ‘09”
Vanilla Bullshit
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Blognigger is dead
@blognigger you’re the black dad I never had, and oh-how typical you’re walking out on me and mum. What is this? Fake Steve Jobs? Sheesh
My black dad is leaving me. He’s quitting the blogosphere, LOOK!
He won’t even reply to my tweets, or send child support. And he spent so much time trying to break down the stereotypes… all for nothing.
Look, as I’ve said to Annie Ly before:
Kids follow bands, now some follow blogs too. It’s the same sort of thing for me.
Warhol once said that in the future everybody will be famous for 15 minutes. On the internet you can be famous to 15 people …
The best bit is you can talk to bloggers through email and on twitter, it wasn’t like that with Lennon and McCartney …
Blogs are a band I follow and sometimes; because I’m a 13 year old girl who loves glitter, ponys and mypace; I like to write into the fanzine aka the comments section. Seems creepy now I’ve put it like that - but give it 10 years and the whole thing will make sense.
Look, I’m sure when electricity came out, people thought it was a ghosts fart or something. We accept things with time.
Do you see why I miss him now? It’s like Frank Black got shot.
The worst bit is we had been talking about break-ups the day before. So long Dad.
The Squid and the Whale
In some ways I feel that I was lent this film as a sly joke.
I was expecting something in the same vein as Little Miss Sunshine; its not so far from it, but sometimes your dark comedys can get too dark. This was like 90% coca. I’ll be honest: being 17, the film was painful to watch from a whole range of different angles that will bore you senseless.
But I will say this: I got my wristband to the next decade and I will go to New York. From Woody Allen’s films to the blogosphere its the place. Fuck it, I might even dress up as Lou reed.
"An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools."
— Ernest Hemingway
A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Procol Harum
Also known as the Withnail theme tune. This song has a real sadness to it and I guess the video gives off a certain level of 60s nostalgia, fitting in perfectly with Withnail. It even puts a knot in my throat and I can’t remember the 60s, so I guess I was there.
That guy on facebook is not me
Some guy has obviously come along, dressing like me, hanging out with my friends and then has hacked into my account, uploading pictures from his adventures.
Any pictures of me are not a fair representation. I’m so much better in my head, honest. I don’t want to be that guy on facebook. It’s a shit advert. It’s all just a case of mistaken identity.
If we’re to be judged on how we look on facebook then we might as well just give up the chase of reproduction. Or maybe everyone will look so shit, the human concept of beauty will go down a notch and we’ll be more than happy to settle for pictures such as this.
This year for hallows-eve I’m going as the deer hunter. What are you going as?
Adam Green had a free gig on the other week, which I incidentally missed. They say you only miss something once it’s gone, and since I missed my chance I’ve been pouring over all the old shit of his I haven’t heard in about 2 years.
I never know if he’s good, or bad - but sometimes I need a hit.
Mad Men Guide to a Manly Haircut
via my new favourite blog, the art of manliness.
Just adding the finishing touches to my presentation for the fashion council tomorrow. I’m on a campaign to bring back manly haircuts.
Cabaret
I want you to imagine that every time you cum all you can see in your head is Liza Minnelli’s face.
Let’s be fair; for the first few moments it wouldn’t seem so bad. The euphoria of orgasm makes anything and everything beautiful. You could release your man juice all over a fruit bowl and be blown away by an avocado. Same story with Liza looking like Ursula-the-fucking-sea-witch.
The orgasm bit would be fine, but when you reached touch-down things wouldn’t be so pretty anymore. You’d start to spasm in self loathing, feeling dirty in the knowledge that you effectively just came over Liza Minnelli. She appeared into your head and there was nothing you could do – it was practically mind rape.
The whole thing makes you disgusted. Jeez, even the name makes me feel fucking sick. Minnelli? What the fuck is that? It sounds like a weird Latin fetish where they stuff cold spaghetti up someone’s fanny.
You can call this whole thing stupid, but you wouldn’t if you could see the faces of even a few of the eleventy-thousand red-blooded Americans who suffer from this strange phenomenon.
Yes, it’s a little known problem, but raising awareness can make all the difference: we’ve got Elle Macpherson doing us a run in Newcastle; we’ve got Jeff Goldblum doing the TV spots – stopping people suffering in silence can change lives.
Because you know what the worst part about all of this is? Men all around the globe don’t know that we have the medicine to treat them.So what do I do? You may ask.
“There’s something about Minnelli here, boys”.
You watch Cabaret and things start to change. You might start off with having to hold yourself from even considering Sally attractive in the film – it’s even more difficult because you know how the story ends up – she grows-up into Liza Minnelli. You have these inbuilt misconceptions that she’s hideous and that she makes you scared to have sex and so you can’t fancy her, but after watching the film, you see this beautiful girl with a boyish haircut and big pearly eyes.
You can watch the whole film on YouTube [here’s part one], just don’t tell anyone its there. The BBC recently did this documentary with Alan Cumming looking at the whole Cabaret story, which is up on iPlayer.
P.S. The master of ceremonies looks like that monkey from Noddy.
Gavin is getting good at viral videos.
He doesn’t have a chin - a bit like Ian Hislop and Nick Cave.
There’s a big book of Rockwell about somewhere - I remember trying to work out how he had got people so precise. Well now we know: he based it all on photos he had set-up.
I recommend reading the gizmodo article this.
