Remember Judy Funnie? Doug's sister? I almost forgot how much i loved her infantile existentialism and coffee house chic...
Saturday, May 31, 2008
JUDY FUNNIE
Remember Judy Funnie? Doug's sister? I almost forgot how much i loved her infantile existentialism and coffee house chic...
Thursday, May 29, 2008
ALL I DO IS THINK OF YOU
"I can't wait to get to school each day, and wait for you to pass my way..."
JELLYFISH
I wish someone wrote something like this about me...
[Chorus - Ghostface]
Aiyyo
Here's a little story ghetto situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood
[Ghostface]
Yo,
Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn
Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn
She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong
Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song
she must be a special ladyyyyyyyyy
and a very exciting girlllllllllll
I don't know
she had the high-glow's switchin
see her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin
but Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit
see she did 12 months over a ratchet
not no crab shit
got bagged with the mag
taxi cab shit
clit was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it
it was classic
nowadays shes laid back
helpin me perfect my rap
only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat
wife everything
diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached
lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes
cause crazy stacks
finicky thing
her kittin drink pollar spring
take naps
near her jewerly box
she play with all the rings
and when she step out the tub its like an ill flick
carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit
cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode
paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me
versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte)
she a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN
[Cappadonna]
Aiyyo, she gotta be gone
Waitin on my sweet strawbeery pecan rican LaShawn
holdin my taffy down when I'm gone
three fourths of her body always covered with clothes
thats why I'm eatin her candy
and suckin her toes
sweet sexy LaShawn
she got body like whats goin on
on some marvin gay shit like lets get it onnnnn
suuuugarrrr
letssss getttt it onnnnn
ayo she a diamond in the rough
black rose in the hood
I love my queen and she treat me good
fuck cookin for me
she stash me out when the feds come lookin for me
I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her
I spend the weekend on her
we on the block when the bills start creepin on her
she right there when it gets sticky
she strict politic to the vicky's
and a fly aviator the color of sky
god on her side
indian chick with cat eyes
mad respect with the fat thighs
plus her guns for the revolution
would straight leave her if she prostituting
yo my girls the bomb
intelligent mind
sky blue louis vetton
leg muscles, deep dimples
body is soft she smell fresh like a new born
pretty feet peitete ass nice shoes on
the sunshine for my quiet storm
keepin the food warm while I'm gone
it won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn
Hit me up baby, P.S. Cappadon'
[Trife]
Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn
Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen
You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe
Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue
Pretty young thing, with a body like vida
Ass off the meter, eva medenez look, strut like a diva
Leave her shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
Ms. Bonitta Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column
Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holdin condoms!
Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print
Peppermint flared panties with the garder-belt clips
Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride...
[Chorus - Trife]
Whether Jen, Don, or Shawn its the same situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood
[Chorus - Ghostface]
Aiyyo
Here's a little story ghetto situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood
[Ghostface]
Yo,
Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn
Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn
She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong
Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song
she must be a special ladyyyyyyyyy
and a very exciting girlllllllllll
I don't know
she had the high-glow's switchin
see her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin
but Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit
see she did 12 months over a ratchet
not no crab shit
got bagged with the mag
taxi cab shit
clit was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it
it was classic
nowadays shes laid back
helpin me perfect my rap
only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat
wife everything
diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached
lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes
cause crazy stacks
finicky thing
her kittin drink pollar spring
take naps
near her jewerly box
she play with all the rings
and when she step out the tub its like an ill flick
carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit
cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode
paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me
versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte)
she a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN
[Cappadonna]
Aiyyo, she gotta be gone
Waitin on my sweet strawbeery pecan rican LaShawn
holdin my taffy down when I'm gone
three fourths of her body always covered with clothes
thats why I'm eatin her candy
and suckin her toes
sweet sexy LaShawn
she got body like whats goin on
on some marvin gay shit like lets get it onnnnn
suuuugarrrr
letssss getttt it onnnnn
ayo she a diamond in the rough
black rose in the hood
I love my queen and she treat me good
fuck cookin for me
she stash me out when the feds come lookin for me
I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her
I spend the weekend on her
we on the block when the bills start creepin on her
she right there when it gets sticky
she strict politic to the vicky's
and a fly aviator the color of sky
god on her side
indian chick with cat eyes
mad respect with the fat thighs
plus her guns for the revolution
would straight leave her if she prostituting
yo my girls the bomb
intelligent mind
sky blue louis vetton
leg muscles, deep dimples
body is soft she smell fresh like a new born
pretty feet peitete ass nice shoes on
the sunshine for my quiet storm
keepin the food warm while I'm gone
it won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn
Hit me up baby, P.S. Cappadon'
[Trife]
Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn
Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen
You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe
Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue
Pretty young thing, with a body like vida
Ass off the meter, eva medenez look, strut like a diva
Leave her shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
Ms. Bonitta Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column
Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holdin condoms!
Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print
Peppermint flared panties with the garder-belt clips
Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride...
[Chorus - Trife]
Whether Jen, Don, or Shawn its the same situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood
SHARKEY AND GEORGE
It was my 24th birthday yesterday!! Alex and I went sharkriding!! Click for full size!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
DEATH FROM ABOVE
Following on from the whole Catholic thing, I suddenly got a taste for a kilt this week. So I bought four. I've never been a fan of a kilt, purely because we had to wear a disgusting burgundy and yellow one of shin length at school, causing me to wear trousers for 5 years, rain or shine...But I loved my PE skirt, which i now realise is practically the same thing, just shorter! Haha! I love the snap clip on the side of the skirt and the flat front, letting the pleated fabric kick out at the back.
So as I was getting dressed I suddenly realised, spurred on by my flatmates, that I look like I should be in The Craft, one of my favourite movies of all time! So on Thursday I wore with Vans Half Cabs (one of my fave shoes ever), white socks, and black and white on top. Then Saturday with my new shirt Grace brought back from NY (Thanks babyyyy!) with white socks and Clarks Wallabees (one of my fave shoes ever!!) Hmmmmm, this is definitely my look for the next week.
The Craft is one of those films that is always on TV, you know every line, but you still watch it. It has the key teen movie elements of peer pressure, bullying, family problems and insecurities. This is Mean Girls for the mystical.
Remember girls - Everyday's a dress-up day!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
MUGSHOT
I miss when Lil Kim looked like this. And she rapped Crush On You in different coloured wigs and i thought - thats the baddest bitch on telly right now! Nevermind...
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
At the moment I am:
looking like a schoolgirl
reading Jorge Luis Borges "Labyrinths" (still!!)
preparing to move into my new flat on Kingsland Road!!!
listening to bassline
drinking soy vanilla lattes
watching Todd Solonz "Happiness"
smelling of Comme Des Garcons 2
eating anything I want
dreaming of kissing boys (no joke, I keep having snogging dreams!)
wearing more red than usual
walking in Clarks Wallabees and espadrilles
singing church hymns
trying to keep my room tidy
wanting to keep my Vegas tan
looking like a schoolgirl
reading Jorge Luis Borges "Labyrinths" (still!!)
preparing to move into my new flat on Kingsland Road!!!
listening to bassline
drinking soy vanilla lattes
watching Todd Solonz "Happiness"
smelling of Comme Des Garcons 2
eating anything I want
dreaming of kissing boys (no joke, I keep having snogging dreams!)
wearing more red than usual
walking in Clarks Wallabees and espadrilles
singing church hymns
trying to keep my room tidy
wanting to keep my Vegas tan
GIMME A ZOOT
1942 female Zoot suit gang being taken away by the PO-lice...It is strange to think that there was a time when you could be arrested for wearing your trousers too wide, or wearing a leather jacket, or generally just looking different to the norm. If i lived in 1942, I'd be locked up for life...
Sunday, May 18, 2008
SEVEN SAMURAI
The Barbican are having a directorspective for Japanese film legend Akira Kurosawa, and today I watched The Seven Samurai (1954). The story is basic; a farm village is regularly under attack from bandits but this time they decide to hire samurai to protect them. It's over 3 hours long and yet there was never a point when I was bored. This film makes you laugh, cry, think and wonder. An amazing film with a simple, eternally enduring story. I recommend.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
I NEVER REALLY WANTED TO BE BLONDE...
But this was still one of my favourite TV shows...
Brilliant theme tune!
Brilliant theme tune!
MONSTROUS FEMININE
Sorry about the eternal reminding, I'm feeling like an OAP right now, HOWEVER, that post about the art show below reminded me of a book I read 4 years ago called The Monstrous Feminine, by Barbara Creed, about females in horror fims and the symbolism and relations of their feminity to horror. She looks at films such as Alien, Poltergeist, Psycho and Little Shop of Horrors. It's got lots of psychoanalysis and film analysis, and although I take all the theories with a pinch of salt, its definitely worth a read...
KINETIC ENERGY
My Matilda post reminded me of a brilliant piece i saw at the Tate Modern about a month ago where the artist had taken 5 video clips of females in film using psychic or kinetic energy to make something happen. It was sooooo good! the clips were brilliant (Matilda, The Craft etc) and the colours were amazing. the clips built up into a frenzy accompanied by drum music until they reached climax and then they swapped screen colours to white noise and started again. I'm being a bit crap here because I dont remember the artists name or all of the films, but I'm going to Tate in a bit to see Duchamp, Man Ray, Picabia so I'll try and find it in a bit and update you...
+++ Update - So the piece is called PSI Girls by Susan Hiller...
"PSI Girls focuses on the theme of adolescence and late childhood as represented in the mass media - the unpredictability and threat of unfocused special abilities in children, particularly girls. The work investigates our common understanding of what is possible, and our desires and fantasies of what we wish were possible, using popular film as cultural artifact.
PSI Girls has been sampled from five previously unconnected films in which young women are represented in altered states of consciousness, and empowered with extraordinary and unsettling telekinetic skills. The physical nature of the work responds to the physical powers portrayed - powers of moving, manipulating, controlling and playing. The soundtrack, featuring the rhythmic hand-clapping and drumming of a gospel choir, seems to physically "drive the rhythm of the brain" whilst the vibrantly coloured images absorb and surround the viewer"
Room 8, States of Flux, Tate Modern
+++ Update - So the piece is called PSI Girls by Susan Hiller...
"PSI Girls focuses on the theme of adolescence and late childhood as represented in the mass media - the unpredictability and threat of unfocused special abilities in children, particularly girls. The work investigates our common understanding of what is possible, and our desires and fantasies of what we wish were possible, using popular film as cultural artifact.
PSI Girls has been sampled from five previously unconnected films in which young women are represented in altered states of consciousness, and empowered with extraordinary and unsettling telekinetic skills. The physical nature of the work responds to the physical powers portrayed - powers of moving, manipulating, controlling and playing. The soundtrack, featuring the rhythmic hand-clapping and drumming of a gospel choir, seems to physically "drive the rhythm of the brain" whilst the vibrantly coloured images absorb and surround the viewer"
Room 8, States of Flux, Tate Modern
MY WHOLE TIME IN LONDON...
I have never seen graffiti on the tube...Caught this is Chancery Lane few weeks ago...
MATILDA
I think this is probably the fatest book I've ever read in my life, one lazy afternoon at my aunties when someone had left it lying around the house. I think i did it in about 4 hours. One day my Matilda powers will come!
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