Dinosaurs

It's so true.

Inspired

This looks like it could be a cake

Ok, I admit, it would be a rather silly cake but my word how amazing it is! And you thought tulle (fancy net for you non fashion educated people) was just for neon rave night Primark tutu specials...

Lego

Art Alphabet

After posting that 'noisy alphabet' and going through my art folder, I thought I'd give you my art alphabet. Unfortunately, I didn't have anything for the letters U or X. I'm sure you're not missing out too much.

Alfons Mucha


Bridget Riley


Cecilia Carlstedt


David Choe

Eduardo Paolozzi


Fiona Rae


Georges Barbier


H.R. Giger


Issey Miyake


Jeff Soto


Kozyndan


Lucy Orta


Misato Nagare


Nadia Hunt


Pierre Cardin


Rene Gruau


Sylvia Plachy


Tim Walker


Vernor Panton


William Holman Hunt


Yoshitomo Nara


Zaha Hadid

A Noisy Alphabet

I stupidly bought these postcards for my ex (when I was with him...) when I should've been selfish and bought them for myself.

Kurt Halsey Frederiksen

Completely forgot about this amazing illustrator until I saw one of his images saved on my Boyfriend's computer (don't you love it when you share something random like that?!). You really should check him out RIGHT NOW.

Starbucks

Ok, this is just something I need to get off my chest.

Every now and then at work, I hear someone mention the new Starbucks that's opened, a scream of delight shortly following. It is very true that North Acton has shit all going for it, but Starbucks can't be the best thing there surely? Can you not make your own coffee?

At least if they did, there wouldn't be a foggy cloud of corporate social responsibility hanging around.

Nice

Reid Peppard taxidermy jewellery

An Awesome Book by Dallas Clayton

Wonderful little book. Wonderful poems.

http://dallasclayton.com/

Willy warmers

What a brilliant Christmas present. Think the boyfriend may have to be knitted one for the festival season. I would suggest bells, but then again, they've already got them haven't they. Adorable though, right? They're from Marianne Batlle anyway in case you're at all interested.

Slightly delayed: Glastonbury

I just have to show these photos because they're bloody amazing. I didn't take them myself unfortunately, but they should be shown off nonetheless.

Gives you more of a reason to cry over the fact that you didn't bother to get up earlier to buy 2010 tickets doesn't it.

Sexy

Hahahahahaha

Orange doesn't rhyme with anything

I almost cried at this photo, before trying myself to figure out if anything rhymes with orange. Turns out, it does in most other languages but English. Pathetic. What a poor little fruit. 

Stiletto race

I can't even walk down the street properly in stilettos, let alone run in them! These women should be utterly commended.

Table chairs

I love quirky design.

Take this for example:

One & Other

Has anyone popped by Trafalgar Square to witness the HILARITY of the the 4th Plinth? There's some people like the woman below who gave an aerobics lesson (including many a thrusting instruction) to raise money for Breast Cancer research, but then this, for lack of a more appropriate word, IDIOT woman gets up, mutters "What am I meant to do?" to who are most probably her supportive 'friends' then starts a phone conversation before making a paper aeroplane. Baffling. Absolutely ridiculous. 

I went through all the things that I would've done if 

I got up there (and first off, knew about it when applications opened anyway) and without a doubt, they would've been more worthwhile even if I did just rant on about Climate Change or dance to dubstep for an hour. 

Here's the wonderful woman for your pleasure anyway.

Roy Walker

Contrary to popular belief, Roy Walker is still alive. In fact, if you remember, he was on the Churchill advert and has now released a WONDERFUL Catchphrase game which will keep you occupied for hours...

Here's a rather hilarious clip from one of the infamous Catchphrase episodes:

Insane in the Brain

On Wednesday I went to see a performance at the Peacock Theatre on a whim just from picking up a flyer that said "A street dance version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". Now, I've never actually seen that film so I was completely going for it because it was something new. I even went on my own! It was IMMENSE! I highly recommend catching it. The 2nd scene is the only one with speech in it, the rest is just music and dancing and yet I still managed to understand what was going on in the plot. A highlight for most girls would be the oiled up buff man, but just seeing people move like that and make a story out of technically, just their bodies and some fancy lights, is just fantastic. I've put the trailer below so you can marvel at it, but unless you saw it live, you just wouldn't understand the atmosphere.

7am on a Saturday

7am I got up today. Note the day. 7 am on a damn SATURDAY! Last Saturday I had to get up early to go and work in Brighton, but today, what am I waiting in for? A parcel that will no doubt be delivered at the very end of the morning. It always happens doesn't it. You're fast asleep and the postie comes. You get up or wait in, and they don't come for hours. To be fair, I was lazy getting my parcel redelivered. It came on Monday at 11:15 but in London we have to wait 48 hours (or maybe they just tell ME that...) so it would mean not being able to pick it up til Thursday before work. So I was like, fuck it, I'll make them work for a change. After losing my last parcel - A MACBOOK nonetheless - then discovering it again after about 34 phone calls, I'm not too trusting of them and their striking ways.

The Queen needs to sort it out.

The curse of the Irish man

So today, I'm happily wandering around Carnaby Street taking street shots of 'cool' people for inspiration and design details. Then lo and behold, an Irish man with a dog, a fag in his hand, a well scruffy beard and some tarot cards starts speaking really fast at my friend and I, telling us to take 3 cards then tap his hand, then tap Becci's hand so she can tap his hand and then tap my hand so we keep MY apparent (from the cards) 2 years of good luck between us 3. I also received a card that said I would make a lot of money in my life time, mainly in the next 2 years but starting in 9 months time. Conveniently, Becci also receives a card that says she'll get a lot of money in the next 9 months. He then obviously asks for a donation and we say "no".

Definitely cursed.

I however, told Becci not to worry because I'm a) Irish blooded and b) I'm going to Ireland next week so I'll sort it out. Perhaps find a leprechaun (I did in fact walk past a real life leprechaun one day by Regent's Canal so it's most certainly doable)...

mmmmmmm

My M key is causing me stress. It couldn't have been the damn Q that went, the letter that hardly ever gets used, could it. I'll type Mac and eventually it'll just end up being ac ac ac ac ac

Selfish

I'm not planning on using this blog purely just to post up photos that I've stolen from other people so that people can steal them from me, oh no. I actually have a devious plan to use this as a platform for my own crafts, designs, photos and other assorted paraphernalia. Here's something for starters: Back in the day, when I was going through my 'metal' stage, I made my own wool dreadlocks to braid in to my hair. This proved handy when I was a lazy student. Now I'm not a lazy student and have in fact got half a shaved head, I no longer require dreadlocks and therefore are using my skills to enlighten other people's lives; that's what we're on the earth for anyway right?

So, here's a photo of me with my dreads in...

And here's some dreads that you can buy off me...

They're all homemade using merino wool and vary in length and colour. Very soft (handy as a pillow), not smelly (though you can't wash them or they'd go bobbly), they can reflect your mood (if you fancy changing them everyday to suit)... Now, how do I go about the selling part? This is no Ebay lark... Um, ok. You can email me personally on crazychild123@gmail.com (yup that's right, crazy) for more info because I'm not even sure I'm allowed to use this blog as an almost prostitutative exploit.

Merci beaucoup.