Thursday, September 25, 2008

Tittie, tatts, ink and sigh...more burlesque...

Convention London Tattoo Convention

I’ve been threatening new ink for a while now. The latest idea stemmed from the tiles featured on the Bethnal Green Westbound platform. I thought the image of three swords (or scimitars, as a sweet boy told me) was British-y enough to rep my time in the Big Smoke. Too bad it turns out the tile stands for the counties once served by BG trains and the swords stand for Essex. Oops! That won’t work considering my experience with the lovely county amounts to a night spent dodging scumbags in Southend (an entirely different story all together). Well inspiration is definitely to be had this weekend at London’s annual Tattoo Convention where 190 ink-jectors from around the world will gather to air their wares. Last year’s event featured peeps from across the tatt-world spectrum including cholos, gothic artists, rockabillies and irezumi experts from Japan. This year hosts even more attractions with snake dancers, singers, magicians and, you guessed it, cabaret and burlesque in addition to the artists. Get down there! / Chloe McCloskey

Monday, September 22, 2008

White Privilege

There seem to be hundreds of forwards going around about the Palinator. I do like this one from Tim Wise - it puts things in an interesting perspective. I think the thug one is particularly indicative of the fncked up double standards prevalent today.

This is Your [well, not yours] Nation on White Privilege

Source: September, 14 2008 By Tim Wise on ZSpace
Tim Wise's ZSpace Page

For those who still can't grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because "every family has challenges," even as black and Latino families with similar "challenges" are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a "fuckin' redneck," like Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll "kick their fuckin' ass," and talk about how you like to "shoot shit" for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

Read the rest...

Saturday, September 20, 2008


Drink kool-aid and vodka.


Streets, scrutiny, cover charges and banter toooooooooooooooooo much.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Wire wire pants on fire....Crystal Castles too.

Gig Crystal Castles

Why oh why did I sign up for this one?! The money job has sucked out my creativity and is keeping it captive deep beneath a thick film of logic and business sense. I’ll never get it back in time for the deadline. I need it to write about Toronto duo Crystal Castles – whose own turbo-charged creative spunk is shooting them all over the world like a pair of siamese Pong balls inducing hipster catharsis in their screeching-bleepy wake. I like the song Alice Practice so much – it makes me feel like I’m about to burst into my-child-was-just-killed-in-front-of-me-style tears, and then a crazy dance, all alone in a dark room wearing nothing but bright-coloured underwear and sunglasses. But it’s also good when you’re on the tube and everyone’s boring. You might look boring too, but your soundtrack is a drug overdose – a panicked, twitchy release decorated with eyeliner, regret, fervour and freedom. They play at Electric Ballroom tonight – you should maybe go. /

Screening Wire Weekender

“A man got to have a code,” says Omar Little, The Wire’s modern day Robin Hood; the gay gangsta whose street prowess and wisdom has won the hearts of Wire extremists the world over. But is he really your fave? I think he’s the obvious pick – the middle man between bad guys and good, (in a world where those lines are so very blurred) he makes you feel like you down with the corner, but also with the Freamons out there trying to excavate its scum. Have you considered Duquan? He makes your heart feel so warm! He’s a survivor…or is he? Mine is Bodie; he was a c-nut in Season 1, but grew into one honourable soldier by the time the Stanfield crew took charge. Snoop is a cold-hearted thugette and Chris is deeply fncked up. Can you really love people who kill with such ease? If you scored a ticket to Curzon Soho’s Wire Weekender (I didn’t :( ) you’ll be able to evaluate it all over again when they show Season 5 on the big screen. With QnA from creator David Simon and Dominic West (McNutty in the building!), you’re so lucky I might have to chase you down, put two in the skull and seal that sh!t with a powder-activated DX460. Ayyyeerrrrp! /

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


Kidulthood, Adulthood, Kidulthood, Adulthood…I can’t decide which I like more. Would you rather be the pregnant teenager whose boyfriend refuses to talk you, never mind acknowledge the unborn lovechild cultivating in your uterus, or, the young gun released from prison, forced to confront the pesky demons of a side dish that come with no extra charge after killing a man? Hmm… So Noel Clarke’s plots might be a bit on the corny tip, but the production, soundtrack, and (over?) dramatic portrayal of London grit are entertaining enough to check ‘em out. It could also give you some insight into the minds of the terrifying teenage tyrants that stand threateningly outside your local Costcutter. The critics had their issues with sequel but the kiddies had their own minds (in the box office). Roll deep to the Riverside and decide for yourself. /

Monday, September 15, 2008