Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Just a thought

Hugh Hefner's son assaulted his girlfriend? That's so weird since he was brought up in such a positive environment where women weren't looked upon as objects to possess.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Leaving on a positive note

I came across something peculiar while sitting on the toilet. On the door in front of me were written the words ‘You’re probably stupid.’

The first thing that popped into my mind when I saw this was that it’s probably true. I probably am stupid. At least that’s what half of me was thinking. The other half of me was thinking how unfair that is, to call people stupid without showing the other side of the story. How amazing and beautiful people can be. So I snuck back in there with a marker and added one more sentence to balance it out.




Sunday, February 19, 2012

John Wilden Hughes, Jr.























When I found out John Hughes died I went online straight away and began to play my favourite songs from his movies. I listened to Pretty in Pink, We Are Not Alone and Elgia.

Whilst listening to the songs I started to cry. I’ve never cried over the death of a celebrity before. John Hughes was more than a hero. He along with about two other directors was the reason I began making movies. Growing up his films meant to the world to me. They were the ones I revisited the most. My family would take me to the video store and sometimes I couldn’t decide what to rent. Anytime I felt their patience wearing thin with my indecisions  I would run and pick up a Hughes movies. His movies were a safe bet. Always entertaining no matter how many times I had seen them, that safe familiar comfort.

His movies really gave me hope growing up. The times when you’d find yourself saying something stupid to a girl, feel alienated in high school, get dumped or love someone who doesn’t love you back. You can always look at John’s movies and feel less alone with your situation. I just hope his movies continue to be handed down from generation to generation each time giving a little hope and comfort to all the lost kids out there.










Thursday, February 16, 2012

If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell

She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know

He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Lover/Hater

Just to clarify my blog is a diary of my life. Everything I'm into /thinking about /obsessed with /haunted by/  infatuations with people /romance etc.

I want to be able to look back and see where I was.
The songs I couldn't stop listening to.
Art I was inspired by and all that good shit.
The people I loved and the things we did together.
Some people have come and gone but I still want a record of our time.
Sorry if me posting shit about you upsets you.

If you're seeing someone or thing being repeatedly posted about it's because that's where I am/was right now/then. I've gotta be true to myself. I'm not trying to be sycophantic.

This is hard to explain You can never capture a friendship on film, in a song or in words. You just can't. And were fucking friends because we've hated each other at points and we've fucking adored each other at points.

Thanks to anyone who stops by my page
Lux
ex oh

Angular Lines After Dark




Tuesday, February 14, 2012

some next level electrosoul

“I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached out and caught me in midair. That something is what I define as love. It is the one thing that can stop a man from falling, powerful enough to negate the laws of gravity.”
― Paul Auster, Moon Palace

HAPPY HEART DAY

OVOXO






















Click

My friend Isabel #3

My friend Isabel #2

My friend Isabel #1

Friday, February 10, 2012

HB Dan

I have to interupt LORENA THAN ZERO to say...
Today all 3 mins are left is my friend Daniel's birthday.
He's my best friend at the record store and true friend outside of retail.
He/We love 90's Winona.




Sunday, February 05, 2012

Creep it real

Salem – “Better Off Alone (Alec Empire/Atari Teenage Riot Remix)”

Salem - Better Off Alone (Alec Empire Atari Teenage Riot Remix) by Blambodian Specimen 2

Moon In The Gutter

















My good "film geek" friend Jeremy who runs the blog Moon In The Gutter gave me a mention in his recent interview with Celia Rowlson-Hall.
Read it here

It's about time I gave a proper shout out to Jeremy. I love his site, it's full great interviews/stills/reviews and film criticism.
When I first started my blog his use of film stills was a HUGE inspiration. 

We talk movie recommendations on Facebook all the time. The guys a walking IMDB.
It's so amazing to have a guy I can say "I wanna get into *insert legendary director here* where should I start?"

Take some time and get lost in his page.
Of all the lies we were told growing up the biggest one has to be: sex isn't everything.
- Bret Easton Ellis

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Thursday, February 02, 2012

With Arms Outstretched

I hit another branch of Polpo with CV
Cold cuts are the shit!

















Been broin' down with Dan and Ade (friends from the record store)
We went to Leon. The food is pretty decent and cheap BUT:
Please notice the coleslaw in the middle of the table they call it 'slaw'
It's the worst fucking thing I've ever tasted how can coleslaw be so lame?
















I was pissed: See face.
















We then went to the Arts Theatre Club They serve great cocktails, cheap.

















I went for the Old Fashioned, Inspired by Mad Men (TV Series 2007– )  obv. That's me on the left.

















Around  September K8 came back into my life.

















We had lunch in the park.











Went for drinks.

















Fanfarlo did their first show since recording their new album at Hoxton Hall. I remember I called a cab to come pick me up. The drive was amazing we drove through central London we passed so many amazing landmarks. I was sleepy. I had the window down and was listening to this and it felt amazing.
















Fanfarlo were cool but the venue ordered a studio mixing desk instead of live desk. Dumbass venue!


















I took K8 out.
We went to the Hawksmoor.
Hands fuckin down the best steak I've ever ate. Dry-aged (hung) for at least 35 days and cooked on a real charcoal grill.  I went all out and opted for the chateaubriand.

















Afterwards we went to see The Warriors (1979) at the Prince Charles cinema. K8 kissed my ticket. It's weird her lips are seeping through now.

















Tired journey home.
I like this series. She turns to face me and looks so happy.
Atleast that's how I see/saw it.



















Got drunk at the ICA with Dan.
They were playing Italian disco.
















K8 and I went to see Fanfarlo do a secret show at the 100 Club.
Better sound! They crushed it that night.
















Boycie, Yanni and I went to visit our old friend Lee. He lives just out of London and is married now with 2 kids. He has a shed he's converted into his own little recording studio. He goes there to rock out, get high and watch movies.





















I met John Landis (for the second time) at his book signing. I mainly wanted to meet him again to get a copy of  Coming to America (1988)  signed for Anila she's an all time best friend and is obsessed with that movie...long before it became a hipster movie too!






















I took K8 out for her birthday. It was a strange day. I didn't take photos at all except for when we were on the train home. I bought us badges from the George Condo exhibition. We put them on our tote bags...both of which fell off a few weeks after. It was a sign.






















Before Christmas I met up with Anila. We went for dinner and cocktails.We went past Nandos. Anila is OBSESSED with that chain. We had to stop and take this photo.
















I think it was around this time I stopped going out. I got a little depressed and freaked out. I didn't really see many friends in the run up to Christmas. I just worked then came homr watched movies. I was just going through some shit.















Late December I sorta got back on my feet.
I kept hearing Honest Burgers in Brixton has the best burgers in town. I had to see for myself.

















It was very good but not the best.
















BUT the warm rum & ginger next door at the Agile Rabit are fucking off the chain!
















But some of the seats there are ridic.
















I started getting drunk alot.
My friend Glen from work was leaving for better things so we went out for  leaving drinks.
















We headed on to Garlic & Shots.
















I got destroyed on shots.
















































Loads of friends slowly turned up outside.
















We tried to find another party but it just wasn't happening.
















Met a bunch of "drunk girls" on the way home.
















The next day was the Christmas party. We had Karaoke and bowling.
I got trashed again.
















Steve sang Metallica
















LC crushed it with Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Zero
















Dan and Ade had a DMC
















I stayed til the messy drunken end.

















LC & I took a series of ridic photos.

















Boris came to stay for a few days. It's hard to stay down with him around.
















We were bored after work so we decided to go see A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas (2011).
It was surprisingly hilarious.
For some reason I bought the biggest popcorn &coke combo. Wasteful!
















I met up with Vanessa.
We went to the Ryan McGinley exhibition. FYI: He's my favorite artist. Period!


 We had food at Yalla Yalla


Back to Arts Club for cocktails.
















We had these
















Ade & Dan turned up.
















 A few days later Lorena turned up at my work just as I was leaving. We met in the store a year ago. She came back a couple of times - we swapped numbers but never hung out. I'd often think about her and wonder where she was. We went for a drink and clicked right away...her hat was fuckin adorable that night.
















Boris stayed around. He' s cute he reads in bed every night.
















I kept ordering pizza from my local. I got a little addicted.
Please note: the smaller box is garlic bread.
















My friend did a solo show. Caught up with some people. Caught some street beers.



















Lorena met me for lunch just before she went back to Spain for Christmas.
We swapped presents.

















Christmas day was OK. I was exhausted from working all over Christmas.

















K8 came back.
I saw her on the 25th December
I bought her The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) script for Christmas.
















I went to see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)
It was amazing.
















Got drunk with work people again.
















A box arrived.

Lisa sent me a box of Root Beer. It's the best carbonated beverage other than Dr Pepper

















I watched Project Nim (2011) with Chubby
















Shit got cray and it turned into a pizza party

















Back to Garlic & Shots for a blood shot (tomato, garlic, chilli and vodka)

















I celebrated my birthday.
Dinner at Bodeans
















I had a Kentucky Root Beer Float
Heaven Hill Bourbon, Vanilla Liqueur, Root Beer And Vanilla Ice Cream

















I had some tables reserved at the Phoenix Bar bellow the theatre.
















They spelt my name wrong
















Fixed
















Shit was wild and fun. Our table was next the DJ booth and he kept handing out request slips to us. We just wrote down R&B jams all night and danced and got drunk. We requested so many that we just started writng them on our hands.

















Dan wanted to go east.
Grabbed a cab and went to the Shackwell Arms.
















By this point we had chugged a hip flask of whiskey in the cab ride.
He bought me a City & Color CD. So emosh
















THE HISTORY OF VDB 
We were selling Doug Stanhope tickets at the record store over summer. The blurb on the poster was "Doug Stanhope is a  visionary douchebag".
We fuckin loved that term. I started calling him D Bag and calling each other VDB's.

Drunkenly we wrote it on all our friends hands that night.


















On my birthday (that Monday)
I FINALLY SAW DRIVE (2011)

















I met Lorena
Then watched Belly with D Bag whilst eating Jerk Chicken from One Stop.






















I checked my emails and I got an email from Lady Gaga


She wanted to wish me a Happy Birthday.
That's deep!
















I had a week off work. It was so good to just chill and watch TV on DVD.

















I met Lorena on the Southbank.
















Said it before but  she turned up wearing a matching colored sock/top combo complete with turn ups.
This is possibly the most amazing and romantic gesture I've ever witnessed.
This was really something.
I mean that.




















She had bought me this Silver Polaroid film and had planned on taking photos for me, framing them and leaving a few for us to take together. The film was out of date. We tried taking a photo together.
















It didnt work and we could begin to see we both looked awful in the pic so we threw it in the river.