Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Halloween : When London Let Me Down
Monday - Sat down, put pen to paper and designed costume for Halloween. Got excited about being a squatterbitch black cat.
Wednesday - Made Black Leather Cat Ears (out of old leather coat). Leather was so tough that needle had to be rammed through material by pushing it with the force of a chair. Took an hour, and my fingers hurt.
Thursday - Ran out and bought Dita Knickers with attached suspenders from Ann Summers, and pvc fingerless gloves. I was getting wet at the thought of dressing like a cat, complete with ripped stockings and bushy black and white tail.
Friday - Spent 2 hours applying bruise makeup, collar bone shadows, sewing Cat Ears to my dreadlocks, ripping up stockings and painting alleycat scratches onto the exposed skin surfaces, painting a nose and whiskers on my face with liquid eyeliner, and then setting out into the night with a lack of anything material based covering my body, on the frosty streets of Halloween : London.
Arrived at 'Sin', on my way to Club Antichrist (where it usually is). Wasnt sure what to expect from a straight 'Fetish, Goth and Industrial' Playspace, complete with Dungeon and stage performances, but was willing to give it a go. Except - it wasnt at Sin. POPSTARZ was at Sin. Tried to find an internet cafe, tried to text friends who were also out, tried to find SOMETHING that was free. To no avail. Nobody responded to my texts. Felt unloved and gutted... :(
Freezing, hungry, sober and numb, we returned home...
Our only consolation was some slow fucking in my warm bed.
No matter... we have tomorrow to look forward to...
Saturday - Woke up - let down, but energised. Left at 10pm. The biggest squat party of the year, 'ScumoWeen', was happening tonight. Eager to go and happy to try and salvage the weekend I celebrate the most, we set off (after getting into my cat costume for the second time). Got to Dalston. NOBODY was at the squat. I still hadnt recieved any texts. I turned off my phone, smashed it against the floor, and turned it on again. 11 TEXTS HAD ALL BEEN WAITING TO ENTER MY PHONE FROM CYBERSPACE. Flabberghasted, I saw there were texts from the friends i'd had written to directing me to a party etc, making me feel even more miserable. I had a text saying there was a free gig on Church Street. We went down there. IT HAD FINISHED. No matter - we went back to Dalston. It was raining and cold. The squatters turned up at 1am. We left at 2am. Called partyline for Scum-O-Ween - party was on....
HANGER LANE... >:(
Fucking hell. Journey planner said 2.5 hours.
We said 'ok, lets do it, it'll be amazing.'
38 to Angel, 205 to Baker Street, N18 to Hanger Lane.
20 min walk to industrial estate.
2.5 hours later from when we had set off, we were there.
All MDMA'd up, high as a kite, and (suprisingly) in good spirits.
IT WAS LIKE A MOB. FULL. WAS NOW A LOCK IN.
There were CROWDS of people saying they'd been queuing for over 4 HOURS. We tried to find a back entrance, we tried to climb over walls, but nothing worked. Not only that - but you had to pay TEN QUID to get in, as well as there being 7 FUCKING SOUND SYSTEMS IN ONE ROOM???!!!
Defeated, cold, 5am - we left.
Back to the squat, another 2 hours later. Hungry, tired... having spend Halloween on the buses, in full costume, all weekend.
NEVER GO TO SCUMOWEEN.
ITS FUCKING BULLSHIT.
NOTE TO SELF AND EVERYONE ELSE.
Dont just take my word for it...
http://www.partyvibe.com/forums/chatter/33816-scumoween.html
The weekend that London Let Me Down. *cries*
Wednesday - Made Black Leather Cat Ears (out of old leather coat). Leather was so tough that needle had to be rammed through material by pushing it with the force of a chair. Took an hour, and my fingers hurt.
Thursday - Ran out and bought Dita Knickers with attached suspenders from Ann Summers, and pvc fingerless gloves. I was getting wet at the thought of dressing like a cat, complete with ripped stockings and bushy black and white tail.
Friday - Spent 2 hours applying bruise makeup, collar bone shadows, sewing Cat Ears to my dreadlocks, ripping up stockings and painting alleycat scratches onto the exposed skin surfaces, painting a nose and whiskers on my face with liquid eyeliner, and then setting out into the night with a lack of anything material based covering my body, on the frosty streets of Halloween : London.
Arrived at 'Sin', on my way to Club Antichrist (where it usually is). Wasnt sure what to expect from a straight 'Fetish, Goth and Industrial' Playspace, complete with Dungeon and stage performances, but was willing to give it a go. Except - it wasnt at Sin. POPSTARZ was at Sin. Tried to find an internet cafe, tried to text friends who were also out, tried to find SOMETHING that was free. To no avail. Nobody responded to my texts. Felt unloved and gutted... :(
Freezing, hungry, sober and numb, we returned home...
Our only consolation was some slow fucking in my warm bed.
No matter... we have tomorrow to look forward to...
Saturday - Woke up - let down, but energised. Left at 10pm. The biggest squat party of the year, 'ScumoWeen', was happening tonight. Eager to go and happy to try and salvage the weekend I celebrate the most, we set off (after getting into my cat costume for the second time). Got to Dalston. NOBODY was at the squat. I still hadnt recieved any texts. I turned off my phone, smashed it against the floor, and turned it on again. 11 TEXTS HAD ALL BEEN WAITING TO ENTER MY PHONE FROM CYBERSPACE. Flabberghasted, I saw there were texts from the friends i'd had written to directing me to a party etc, making me feel even more miserable. I had a text saying there was a free gig on Church Street. We went down there. IT HAD FINISHED. No matter - we went back to Dalston. It was raining and cold. The squatters turned up at 1am. We left at 2am. Called partyline for Scum-O-Ween - party was on....
HANGER LANE... >:(
Fucking hell. Journey planner said 2.5 hours.
We said 'ok, lets do it, it'll be amazing.'
38 to Angel, 205 to Baker Street, N18 to Hanger Lane.
20 min walk to industrial estate.
2.5 hours later from when we had set off, we were there.
All MDMA'd up, high as a kite, and (suprisingly) in good spirits.
IT WAS LIKE A MOB. FULL. WAS NOW A LOCK IN.
There were CROWDS of people saying they'd been queuing for over 4 HOURS. We tried to find a back entrance, we tried to climb over walls, but nothing worked. Not only that - but you had to pay TEN QUID to get in, as well as there being 7 FUCKING SOUND SYSTEMS IN ONE ROOM???!!!
Defeated, cold, 5am - we left.
Back to the squat, another 2 hours later. Hungry, tired... having spend Halloween on the buses, in full costume, all weekend.
NEVER GO TO SCUMOWEEN.
ITS FUCKING BULLSHIT.
NOTE TO SELF AND EVERYONE ELSE.
Dont just take my word for it...
http://www.partyvibe.com/forums/chatter/33816-scumoween.html
The weekend that London Let Me Down. *cries*
Friday, 17 October 2008
My Dream About Energy Efficiency
On my long painful lonely journey back frm Dalston last night on a quiet double decker bus at 3:30am, I began to fall asleep...
I dreamt of light and energy - maybe a combination of the passing hazy road side lamps as well as the glint of the buses own internal lights in my retinas - and my dreams woke me.
My head leaning on the window, my eyes slowly opening, and I noticed the endless light pouring from the side streets, high streets and alleyways. It was 3:30am - so why on earth were all the lights on in EVERY SINGLE SHOP?? Starbucks, Pret, Argos, Cafe's. Each and every shop - with full use of their electricity, as if in use during the day.
We are living in a world where consumption of energy needs to be reconsidered to save our planet, and companies are forever advertising that they are 'greener' in a bid to keep existing customers entangled in their web, and also snare new green consumers.
SO WHY ARE THEY WASTING ENERGY EVERY NIGHT?
Its so hypocritical that there are televised ads telling us at home to 'do our bit' by switching off our lights when not in use. Why has'nt anybody approached big companies like this to do the same?
Maybe somebody of importance will read this...
Maybe.
I dreamt of light and energy - maybe a combination of the passing hazy road side lamps as well as the glint of the buses own internal lights in my retinas - and my dreams woke me.
My head leaning on the window, my eyes slowly opening, and I noticed the endless light pouring from the side streets, high streets and alleyways. It was 3:30am - so why on earth were all the lights on in EVERY SINGLE SHOP?? Starbucks, Pret, Argos, Cafe's. Each and every shop - with full use of their electricity, as if in use during the day.
We are living in a world where consumption of energy needs to be reconsidered to save our planet, and companies are forever advertising that they are 'greener' in a bid to keep existing customers entangled in their web, and also snare new green consumers.
SO WHY ARE THEY WASTING ENERGY EVERY NIGHT?
Its so hypocritical that there are televised ads telling us at home to 'do our bit' by switching off our lights when not in use. Why has'nt anybody approached big companies like this to do the same?
Maybe somebody of importance will read this...
Maybe.
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Thursday, 11 September 2008
Zeitgeist
If you have 2 hours free, watch this.
Its the most incredible, eye opening film I have EVER watched.
The Revolution is Now.
http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/main.htm
Its the most incredible, eye opening film I have EVER watched.
The Revolution is Now.
http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/main.htm
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
'Nude' - By Radiohead. (My Version)
After posting about the 'Nude' remixes for Radiohead competition, I decided to create one of my own. It is not remixed, but this song has been embedded in my thoughts for so long that I felt like I needed to vent it out somehow.
So gathering all my creative energy, I made the first video project that was purely for me, not influenced by or for anybody else. That evening, I felt unhindged and wanted to express myself fully. To not feel restricted by what others thought made a 'good video', or what my target audience was.
Amid all of my freelance, it felt so liberating to do something FOR ME.
So here it is, in all its edited and strangely performed glory. I am proud of it because it is pure expression, and something which I feel reflects my personality deeper than anybody could ever know me, EVER.
It is not vain, nor pretentious, but purely experimental and visionary.
Feel free to comment. No matter how irrelevant.
Trixotron. xx
So gathering all my creative energy, I made the first video project that was purely for me, not influenced by or for anybody else. That evening, I felt unhindged and wanted to express myself fully. To not feel restricted by what others thought made a 'good video', or what my target audience was.
Amid all of my freelance, it felt so liberating to do something FOR ME.
So here it is, in all its edited and strangely performed glory. I am proud of it because it is pure expression, and something which I feel reflects my personality deeper than anybody could ever know me, EVER.
It is not vain, nor pretentious, but purely experimental and visionary.
Feel free to comment. No matter how irrelevant.
Trixotron. xx
Monday, 1 September 2008
Lady Luck
I had a stroke of good fortune recently, and Lady Luck seemed to be stroking my hair lovingly all weekend long...
I went to So High Soho on Saturday (best shop in Central London, really fit girls, sell's plugs/spirals and costumes), and I put down on the counter =
a Black Star Plug (10mm)(Laser cut through the middle) worth £10,
a V shaped laced gothic wrist cuff, worth £5,
a selection of Dread Cuffs, worth £4.50,
an Ear Cuff (with dangling silver feather), worth £2.50
Easily all worth collectively over £20
I gave her a £20 note, and she gave me £11 back!! Score!!
Only paid £9 for all of that!!
THEN
The next morning, me and my partner went to Crystal Palace, and ate at Cafe Paradou (best Cafe in South East London for fry ups), and ordered:
Two full fry ups, at £4.50 each
A coke and a Tea, for £1.50 each
Easily all worth more than £11.
I gave her a £20 note, she gave me £19 back!! Score!!
Only paid £1 for all of that!!
I quickly walked out, briskly got onto a number 3 to Brixton, and went about my merry way. ;)
Hows that for a good weekend?? :)
I went to So High Soho on Saturday (best shop in Central London, really fit girls, sell's plugs/spirals and costumes), and I put down on the counter =
a Black Star Plug (10mm)(Laser cut through the middle) worth £10,
a V shaped laced gothic wrist cuff, worth £5,
a selection of Dread Cuffs, worth £4.50,
an Ear Cuff (with dangling silver feather), worth £2.50
Easily all worth collectively over £20
I gave her a £20 note, and she gave me £11 back!! Score!!
Only paid £9 for all of that!!
THEN
The next morning, me and my partner went to Crystal Palace, and ate at Cafe Paradou (best Cafe in South East London for fry ups), and ordered:
Two full fry ups, at £4.50 each
A coke and a Tea, for £1.50 each
Easily all worth more than £11.
I gave her a £20 note, she gave me £19 back!! Score!!
Only paid £1 for all of that!!
I quickly walked out, briskly got onto a number 3 to Brixton, and went about my merry way. ;)
Hows that for a good weekend?? :)
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