Monday, 5 October 2009

model for a revolution

When done in the right way fashion, photography and make-up can become art.

When it's all happening at the same time with modelling that borders on performance art you're probably looking at Peggy Moffitt.



...if you love the song as much as I do, head over and buy the track at CD Baby and visit the band's website

Saturday, 31 December 2005

Sunday, 18 December 2005

Beam me up

This new mobile phone is all very nice and everything... but I can't delete my text messages, and for some reason the "email photo" function isn't working either so I can't delete or send the photos I've taken to my computer. :-p!!!!!

The manual is useless. Makes no sense. Damn.

Still looks pretty though, and it works in every other way (so far). Am also starting to feel a bit Star-Trekkish everytime I flip it open to answer a call or something. Instead of saying hello, I keep wanting to answer calls with "beam me up scotty" ...or whatever they used to say. They haven't shown 60s episodes of Star Trek on TV for about a decade, and I only like the 60s episodes cos the aliens always have super fab 60s hairstyles and clothing.. who'd have known aliens were so groovy?!

Saturday, 17 December 2005

Malibu Beach Lennon

The wonder that is John Lennon's estate has come up with a new collectable toy that many Beatle fans will no doubt give to their kids in the hope they'll grow up into a Beatlenut rather than a goth or a rap artist or something...

The John Lennon Talking Doll... yes, a doll. And before anyone gets KinKy, it's an action figure doll... like a decent version of Barbie's Ken... or Sindy's Paul who was incidentally named after Mr McCartney. Sindy's dog got named Ringo, and they didn't name anything after George thank goodness! I have to say that a friend and I did get very hysterical one night after a few glasses of scotch reading a 1960s Sindy Annual which had Ringo doing some rather suspicious sounding things... anyway, I digress. [giggles]



...it doesn't actually look too bad... if you like grumpy looking dolls that look like they should be grimacing their way through the next edition of Die Hard. But I reckon if you stood the doll next to Ken and asked Barbie to choose, she'd flatten the Lennon talking Doll within seconds and forget who Ken was. LOL!

Worried what this doll is going to *sound* like too... will it use actual recordings of John (which will freak me out completely), will they have it saying John phrases in an unconvincing American accent and totally the wrong voice, or is it going to sound Taiwanese and say something along the lines of "Hi, I'm John, let's go visit Barbie"?! YIKES!

...and more importantly, is it going to have a change of clothes such as a collarless suit and a set of teeny tiny miniature cuban heels?

Thoroughly freaked out. But if I was about 7 years old I reckon I'd want one.

...for those into 60s objects who are also finding the whole thing fascinatingly hilarious, you should go check out this site we've been discussing at the Vintage Fashion Guild that chronicles the life and times of Barbie's Ken.

The Herman Munster lookalike "mod hair Ken" with stick on beard and sidebuns (we've gone back into tribute Beatle land again... if they bring out a Ringo action figure with an array of noses, someone high up in the toy factory will wish they'd never been born once I track them down!) that comes with a ruffled shirt and flowery jacket is particularly hilarious.

"New Good Looking Ken" would baffle everyone, "Great Shape Ken" is not something you'd want to bump into on a dark night... and the "Hot Rockin' Fun Rockstars Ken" is just a New-Romantic nightmare!

...and while you're there, check out the Legolas (LOTR) and Shaggy (Scooby Doo) versions. Really freaked out.

The man behind the doll

The brick phone has died

Well, seeing as my beloved brick phone that I've had since I was a trainee hairdresser (yes, I *have* had it that long) has died, I've had to buy a new one. The brick phone still switches on... but switches itself off if you press the call or send message buttons.. and also the minute you answer a call. Not terribly helpful behaviour in a mobile phone. It's so old though, and it's been dropped and thrown around, got all sorts of hairspray and things all over it in its first few months of life, and it's finally just had enough.

I've gone from brick phone that you could knock potential attackers out with to a light weight, foldable, picture taking, voice recognition phone that you can play monopoly on.

So I've spent a rediculous amount of time today setting my new phone up, learning how to use it... and irritating the hell out of Enty my cat by taking pictures of him with it. Tried taking pictures of Dusty too, but seeing as she's one big mass of black fluff she doesn't come out very well. :-( ..Enty is fed up and is curled up in a little ball behind the sofa now. It's so tiring being hounded by the paparazzi, LOL! Mother is fed up of me calling her, just to check if yelling "Mum!" at my phone makes it ring her or not. And I think it's time I left the poor phone alone before I wear this one out too. Love having new toys to play with! :-D

...and I've already downloaded it a ring tone of Guns&Roses singing the chorus of Sweet Child Of Mine cos I love that song. The only love-song (ish) a rock musician has ever written about a girl that wouldn't make her want to cringe and run and hide under the nearest rock for the next ten years. LOL! ...then again, Poison would ba a cool song to have written about you wouldn't it... if you're the sort of person who likes being stalked by psychotic weirdos.. erm, yeah, okay, that ones not so good either. But at least it's not so soppy you want to throw up.

...very excited about tonight's Attic show. I really have missed that. I know, I know, I should get out more... just not when The Attic is on!!!

Thursday, 17 November 2005

Ophelia

One of my favourite paintings - Ophelia by John Everett Millais
Shakespeare's heroine Ophelia placed in the most amazingly painted setting (painted by the Hogsmill stream in Surrey). Elizabeth Siddal posed for this painting wearing an antique brocade gown and laid in a tin bath filled with water. The painting was created in winter with the bath water kept warm using small candles placed underneath the bath... on one ocassion Millais was so ingrosed in his work that all the candles gradually went out and by the time Lizzie was rescued from the water she was numb with cold and on the verge of pneumonia.

Like many pre-raphaelite paintings, it is full of imagery. Ophelia, rejected by Hamlet becomes quite insane and dies of a borken heart. She is shown here floating in flower strewn stream oblivious of the tragedy that awaits her and singing in her madness. Surrounded by forget-me-nots, poppies which signify death, pansies for vain love, and violets around her neck represent faithfulness, chastity and death in youth.

It's so decadently dark and decaying, yet full of light and serene beauty that it amazes me it wasn't created in Venice.

Thursday, 10 November 2005

how irritating!


in the "blogs of note" section when I logged into my blog today, they listed "boy who heard music" but not "rachelfuller".

Terribly unimpressed. It's put me right off.


Apparently one of Paul McCartney's gigs is going to be broadcast live to the international space station crew in order to wake them up... I think that's a little cruel, forcing them to listen to something. It's okay if they like hs music, but what if they don't? I imagine the horror I would face if I were several hundred miles in space and they broadcast something by T*m J***s (who I have a very rational phobia of), and I couldn't open the door and run to escape it! I'd break my way out of the space station with a tin opener if I had to. Dreadful idea. I don't see why they can't choose what they want to listen to.