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Saturday, 29 October 2011
This Halloween, Don't Be A Slut
Why is it that for Halloween men get to be caped crusaders, werewolves, zombies and loads of other cool shit, while women get to be slutty bunny girls, slutty cheerleaders, slutty zombies...yes girls. That's right. You can still be a slut even if you're dead and rotting.
I suggest we start saying no to this.
No Tara Reid. We will not be a slutty Barbie.
No Mariah, we will not be a slutty firefighter.
Take a leaf out of the fabulous Heidi Klum's book. Go scary, not slutty. She looks brilliant as Kali.
...and equally as awesome as a transformer.
I suggest visiting Take Back Halloween and get inspiration for notable, strong and utterly fabulous women. And not a sniff of slut. Why not be...
Greek goddess Demeter?
Egyptian goddess Isis?
Whatever you dress as, enjoy your Halloween!
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
The Sketchbook Project 2012
I've recently signed up to take part in the sketchbook project.
Basically you sign up, chose a theme (I've picked It's Winter Where You Are) and then you're sent a sketchbook. You have until the 31st January to fill in the book and send it back.
The sketchbooks then join a international tour, before entering the permanent collection at The Brooklyn Art Library.
Each book has it's own individual barcode, so you receive a notification everytime the book is viewed!
I'm very excited to be part of such an exciting project, is anyone else participating?
Here are some amazing spreads from other artists:
Basically you sign up, chose a theme (I've picked It's Winter Where You Are) and then you're sent a sketchbook. You have until the 31st January to fill in the book and send it back.
The sketchbooks then join a international tour, before entering the permanent collection at The Brooklyn Art Library.
Each book has it's own individual barcode, so you receive a notification everytime the book is viewed!
I'm very excited to be part of such an exciting project, is anyone else participating?
Here are some amazing spreads from other artists:
From: Saylor Made
From: Belknits
From: Cassy Wykes
From: TealStripes
Saturday, 22 October 2011
Silencio
Hidden six flights below ground level at 142 rue Montmartre in Paris, David Lynch has created a real-life version of the eerie cabaret from his film Mulholland Drive.
In a curved network of basement rooms you can follow glittering gold corridors to an art deco cinema, reflective dance floor, a Fire Walk With Me-style stage, and a 50s art library featuring a selection of the director’s most treasured books.
Whether it has the suffocating magic of the film Silencio remains to be seen, but it's jumped to the top of my must-do places. How about you?
Find out more at Nowness.
Whether it has the suffocating magic of the film Silencio remains to be seen, but it's jumped to the top of my must-do places. How about you?
Find out more at Nowness.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Lush Favourites Part II
Sweet and Shower
Fox in the Flowers
Gavarnie Soap
Gavarnie is the soap love of my life. Matched with Fox in the Flowers it leaves a beautiful grassy, green smell lingering on my skin. The leaves and flowers on the top gently scrub the skin leaving it feeling fresh and new. Sadly, Gavarnie was discontinued a long time ago and is pretty hard to get hold of.
Rose Jam is one of Lush's new products, it smells like walking in a fresh field of roses rather than 'old lady' rose smell. It turns the water a beautiful pink colours and the scent lingers on my skin for hours afterwards.
I absolutely adore the blackcurranty smell of You Snap The Whip, it layers up really well with The Comforter. Not only does it smell delicious it scrubs away dirt, dead skin (and also hangovers!) leaving your skin feeling fresh and new.
Rose Jam
Rose Jam is one of Lush's new products, it smells like walking in a fresh field of roses rather than 'old lady' rose smell. It turns the water a beautiful pink colours and the scent lingers on my skin for hours afterwards.
You Snap The Whip
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Rabbits I Have Loved
Following my Cats I Have Loved post, it felt somewhat cruel to neglect my beloved rabbits. They have been a huge part of my life for a long time, and it was rabbit that became my first ever non-family pet.
My first ever rabbit was a huge black buck called Mr Blobby. My family refused to accept this as his name and suggested Albert, Thumper, Floppy and many more. But Mr Blobby he would remain. He was very big, loving and not so clever. He loved to be hugged and was the first ever pet I had to take care of myself.
Britney (bottom right) became my pet under very strange circumstances. I was trying to break up with an ex, but my ex wasn't taking it lying down. I was presented with a tiny, golden rabbit in a cardboard box on the bus. I named her Britney Ears. I fell in love with her clever brown eyes and white tummy. I grew worried about a small lump growing on Britney's belly one day and took her to the vets. It turned out that Britney was actually a boy. He'd been Britney for so long I decided to keep the name. Britney moved with me when I fell in love with the boy next door and moved in with him, becoming our first ever pet. He's very soft and loving towards me, and fiercely protective.
Fliss (top right) joined our family after we visited a local garden centre and fell in love with the tiny, runty rabbit in the corner pen. She matured into a beautiful, plump doe. Hugely greedy and lively Fliss is our most energetic rabbit, and enjoys sitting on my shoulder and snuggling. She also likes to snuggle up to her hutchmate...
...Felix (bottom left) is the child of Britney and Fliss. Fliss gave birth during the night, but sadly one of the kittens was born outside of the next. I woke in the morning to find a cold little body pressed against the wire of the hutch. I rubbed the body between my hands, and it moved. It was still alive! Tiny and squirming I placed the kitten back into the nest with it's siblings and hoped for the best. Sadly the baby rabbits became ill and we lost all but one of them. The one that was out of the nest. The vet told us that because he'd been born last he'd retained immunity that the others had lost. We named him Felix, which means lucky.
Star (top left) was the last to join our family, and sadly the first to leave. We adopted her from a local rabbit rescue. She'd been abandoned on their doorstep with her siblings when they became too big to be deemed cute by a petshop. Quiet, elegant and loving she fitted into our family quickly. The most delicate of our rabbits became very ill after living with us for a year. I went to check on her one morning and found her head almost twisted backwards. A vet diagnosed her with wryneck, caused by a brain parasite, research indicated that euthanasia was normally the correct way to proceed. But I didn't want that. I nursed her back to health, syringe feeding her water every two hours, medicine twice a day and neck massages. She slowly recovered and became a happy, healthy rabbit again. But then a few months ago she got very ill. There was nothing we could do for her, so I held her in my arms as she slowly slipped away. I put her back in her hutch for the last few moments and she left us quietly and gently, just as she'd lived.
My first ever rabbit was a huge black buck called Mr Blobby. My family refused to accept this as his name and suggested Albert, Thumper, Floppy and many more. But Mr Blobby he would remain. He was very big, loving and not so clever. He loved to be hugged and was the first ever pet I had to take care of myself.
Britney (bottom right) became my pet under very strange circumstances. I was trying to break up with an ex, but my ex wasn't taking it lying down. I was presented with a tiny, golden rabbit in a cardboard box on the bus. I named her Britney Ears. I fell in love with her clever brown eyes and white tummy. I grew worried about a small lump growing on Britney's belly one day and took her to the vets. It turned out that Britney was actually a boy. He'd been Britney for so long I decided to keep the name. Britney moved with me when I fell in love with the boy next door and moved in with him, becoming our first ever pet. He's very soft and loving towards me, and fiercely protective.
Fliss (top right) joined our family after we visited a local garden centre and fell in love with the tiny, runty rabbit in the corner pen. She matured into a beautiful, plump doe. Hugely greedy and lively Fliss is our most energetic rabbit, and enjoys sitting on my shoulder and snuggling. She also likes to snuggle up to her hutchmate...
...Felix (bottom left) is the child of Britney and Fliss. Fliss gave birth during the night, but sadly one of the kittens was born outside of the next. I woke in the morning to find a cold little body pressed against the wire of the hutch. I rubbed the body between my hands, and it moved. It was still alive! Tiny and squirming I placed the kitten back into the nest with it's siblings and hoped for the best. Sadly the baby rabbits became ill and we lost all but one of them. The one that was out of the nest. The vet told us that because he'd been born last he'd retained immunity that the others had lost. We named him Felix, which means lucky.
Star (top left) was the last to join our family, and sadly the first to leave. We adopted her from a local rabbit rescue. She'd been abandoned on their doorstep with her siblings when they became too big to be deemed cute by a petshop. Quiet, elegant and loving she fitted into our family quickly. The most delicate of our rabbits became very ill after living with us for a year. I went to check on her one morning and found her head almost twisted backwards. A vet diagnosed her with wryneck, caused by a brain parasite, research indicated that euthanasia was normally the correct way to proceed. But I didn't want that. I nursed her back to health, syringe feeding her water every two hours, medicine twice a day and neck massages. She slowly recovered and became a happy, healthy rabbit again. But then a few months ago she got very ill. There was nothing we could do for her, so I held her in my arms as she slowly slipped away. I put her back in her hutch for the last few moments and she left us quietly and gently, just as she'd lived.
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Friday, 14 October 2011
Cats I Have Loved
Hot on the heels of Mizhenka I bring you a cat post.
Unlike steadfast, loyal dogs I've found that cats drift in and out of my life for various reasons. Like mini, furry hobos they come, wrap themselves around my heart, and then disappear. I think I identify with the wanderlust of cats, and that's why I'll always choose a cat over a dog. Here are some cats still purring in my heart.
Mickey, was the first cat I remember loving. I remember him arriving at our house, small, raggy and frightened curled in my neighbours arms. He'd been bundled in a black bin bag and thrown into the road in front of my neighbours car and due to a big black labrador named Rufus they couldn't keep him. He found a home with us, and grew into a big black friendly tomcat. I don't remember what happened to him, but he lived many happy years with us before disappearing from my life.
Jess replaced him. My parents took me to the local Cats Protection and I quickly fell in love with the plucky black and white kitten climbing up the curtains. My parents tried to sway my affection towards a sedate black cat called Skipper. But they soon gave up and Jess came home with us. Wild and fiercely loving, he would bite you hard and then lick it better. He would never be handled by anyone but me. Jess went roaming outside one day to never return, probably to my parents relief.
Indy (bottom right) joined our household after Jess. A small, loving bundle of fluff, Indy was everyone's friend. He was mischevious and adventurous, deciding to live on top of the fridge when Paddy the dog joined our household. Indy never roamed for long, so when he disappeared one day we were all really worried. He came home, weak, thin, and ill. He'd been poisoned, but fought his way home to die in our garden.
After that there were no more cats in my families household, until I grew up and made a home of my own. After a few catless years, I convinced my boyfriend to open our doors to a cat.
Jiji (top right) was originally named Tipsey by the shelter we rescued her from. She'd been hit around the head and abandoned in a telephone box with her kittens at the age of 1. We fell in love with her big green eyes, and tiny body. She came home with us and because of her fear of the outdoors became a housecat. She has terrible balance, and can't retract her claws. She chirrups when stroked and dribbles when cuddled.
Gremlin (top left) I met in Thailand when I volunteered at a dog and cat shelter. He was the first cat I met there. Tiny, with hair that stood on end and a bellowing meow. I fell in love instantly. He left the catpen after a few days and moved into my room. Highly affectionate he would climb into my arms and sleep. I often woke with him nibbling my ears or nose. I prepared to break the news to my boyfriend that a small, slightly smelly, kitten was going to be joining me on the flight home. But sadly it wasn't to be. Gremlin was attacked by a dog while in quarrantine and would never find a home with me, or anyone.
Heartbroken for the loss I couldn't entertain the idea of any other cat coming to join me, Rob and Jiji. But then I received a message.
A friend's cat had given birth, and they were stuggling finding homes for all of the kittens. I was taken to meet them, and once again my heart was swept away by a small, ginger kitten with a pink nose.
Arthur (bottom left). The smallest kitten, he couldn't keep up with the playfighting with his brothers. He had tiny pink pawpads and wide-set eyes. He came home with me. In his slee he twitches, and if you touch him he meows silently. He's perpetually smelly, but so full of affection. He licks my nose, face, ears. He cuddles around me watching TV, he sleeps curled in my arms. He reminds me of Gremlin.
Unlike steadfast, loyal dogs I've found that cats drift in and out of my life for various reasons. Like mini, furry hobos they come, wrap themselves around my heart, and then disappear. I think I identify with the wanderlust of cats, and that's why I'll always choose a cat over a dog. Here are some cats still purring in my heart.
Jess replaced him. My parents took me to the local Cats Protection and I quickly fell in love with the plucky black and white kitten climbing up the curtains. My parents tried to sway my affection towards a sedate black cat called Skipper. But they soon gave up and Jess came home with us. Wild and fiercely loving, he would bite you hard and then lick it better. He would never be handled by anyone but me. Jess went roaming outside one day to never return, probably to my parents relief.
Indy (bottom right) joined our household after Jess. A small, loving bundle of fluff, Indy was everyone's friend. He was mischevious and adventurous, deciding to live on top of the fridge when Paddy the dog joined our household. Indy never roamed for long, so when he disappeared one day we were all really worried. He came home, weak, thin, and ill. He'd been poisoned, but fought his way home to die in our garden.
After that there were no more cats in my families household, until I grew up and made a home of my own. After a few catless years, I convinced my boyfriend to open our doors to a cat.
Jiji (top right) was originally named Tipsey by the shelter we rescued her from. She'd been hit around the head and abandoned in a telephone box with her kittens at the age of 1. We fell in love with her big green eyes, and tiny body. She came home with us and because of her fear of the outdoors became a housecat. She has terrible balance, and can't retract her claws. She chirrups when stroked and dribbles when cuddled.
Gremlin (top left) I met in Thailand when I volunteered at a dog and cat shelter. He was the first cat I met there. Tiny, with hair that stood on end and a bellowing meow. I fell in love instantly. He left the catpen after a few days and moved into my room. Highly affectionate he would climb into my arms and sleep. I often woke with him nibbling my ears or nose. I prepared to break the news to my boyfriend that a small, slightly smelly, kitten was going to be joining me on the flight home. But sadly it wasn't to be. Gremlin was attacked by a dog while in quarrantine and would never find a home with me, or anyone.
Heartbroken for the loss I couldn't entertain the idea of any other cat coming to join me, Rob and Jiji. But then I received a message.
A friend's cat had given birth, and they were stuggling finding homes for all of the kittens. I was taken to meet them, and once again my heart was swept away by a small, ginger kitten with a pink nose.
Arthur (bottom left). The smallest kitten, he couldn't keep up with the playfighting with his brothers. He had tiny pink pawpads and wide-set eyes. He came home with me. In his slee he twitches, and if you touch him he meows silently. He's perpetually smelly, but so full of affection. He licks my nose, face, ears. He cuddles around me watching TV, he sleeps curled in my arms. He reminds me of Gremlin.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Halloween Nymph
I'm not quite sure what my Halloween plans are at the moment, but you can be sure if I go trick or treating I'll be using Yuliya Gorbachenko's beautiful nymph-like make-up shoot as inspiration.
Imagine a headdress of leaves and twigs, a golden robe and a face like this:
Beautiful. I always enjoy make-up when it's used as an artform, and I don't think I've ever seen any as lovely as this.
Imagine a headdress of leaves and twigs, a golden robe and a face like this:
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