Breakfast in Odessa the next morning: (HELL TO THE YES!)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Yes We Can Can
In other, much happier news, the Bear and I hit the Burlesque Ball on Saturday and had the mightiest of craic. Over the course of the night I managed to accost Lottie on the way out of the jacks, dance with Darren, hug Rick and RPs and really wish I had seen Miss Lottie miaowing at random strangers in her attempt to locate me. Good times! And the show wasn't half bad either.
Breakfast in Odessa the next morning: (HELL TO THE YES!)
Breakfast in Odessa the next morning: (HELL TO THE YES!)
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday
"It's bad news, I'm afraid" said he, upon calling me into his office.
"Oh, the fold out brochure?" I asked, oblivious as ever, spotting printouts of one I had been working on that were strewn on the table.
"Oh, no. No not that" he said, tidying them away. "It's about your job."
Ah. That old recession chestnut.
In the course of the conversation he mentioned that he realised things might be difficult for me and my girlfriend now. (He knows that I live with one other girl, ie T Cup.) At the time I was too blindsided by the freight train of impending unemployment that had just crashed into my little bubble to notice what he said, and just carried on. But I'm pretty sure my soon to be former boss thinks I'm a lesbian. Suggestions as how to rectify this over the next four weeks are welcome.
I probably won't go with the Bear's idea to wear a badge proclaiming "I heart cock".
Probably.
"Oh, the fold out brochure?" I asked, oblivious as ever, spotting printouts of one I had been working on that were strewn on the table.
"Oh, no. No not that" he said, tidying them away. "It's about your job."
Ah. That old recession chestnut.
In the course of the conversation he mentioned that he realised things might be difficult for me and my girlfriend now. (He knows that I live with one other girl, ie T Cup.) At the time I was too blindsided by the freight train of impending unemployment that had just crashed into my little bubble to notice what he said, and just carried on. But I'm pretty sure my soon to be former boss thinks I'm a lesbian. Suggestions as how to rectify this over the next four weeks are welcome.
I probably won't go with the Bear's idea to wear a badge proclaiming "I heart cock".
Probably.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Spooky!!
This pic was taken in may 08' it shows a figure wearing a ruff peering out of Tantallon Castle. It was up on yahoo news there and apparently experts are, and i quote, "baffled" by it. read more here.
The castle doesn't employ any actors to dress in period clothing or any manequinns. Photographic experts have said that the picture has not been enhanced or photoshopped! So who is the mysterious figure?
spooky!!Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Spot the Difference
In case anyone hadn't realised by now, I love Dita Von Teese. Lovely, classy, sexy, gorgeous Dita. However, something I didn't know about lovely Dita is that the beauty mark next to her eye is in fact a tattoo. Looky here at the before and after:
Heather Sweet, sans dot and lovely Dita avec dot. Turns out that back along, she visited a tattoo parlour with the intention of having a star inked right there on her lovely face. Now, while I'm all for having stars on your face, I would be of the opinion that temporary is undoubtedly the way to go. Thankfully, the tattoo artist thought so too and wisely talked her out of it, convincing lovely Dita that a beauty mark would be a better option. The lady herself said:
"You have to understand I was pretty eccentric. I was always drawing hearts and stars in that spot. I went in thinking I wanted a star there, but they wouldn’t do it.
They were the voice of reason. They were so right."
Indeed they were. She also almost had seams tattooed on the back of her legs, in the manner of the 1940s wartime ladies who would draw the lines on their legs, for want of actual stockings. Again, probably wouldn't have been the best move ever, lovely Dita.
"In the early nineties I almost got seams (tattooed) up the back of my legs but I’m so glad I didn’t. Can you imagine how hard it would be to match up the seams with real stockings? It would have been a nightmare."
Any excuse to put pictures of her on the blog really.
Yoinked from ici.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Born in the 80's!!
I'm really diggin this 80's revival thing I was in Topshop yesterday and I was very pleased to see all the neon and fringe skirts etc up on the shelves! Somethings are welcome to stay in the eighties though like Madonna when she was good and Tifanny and shaggy perms!
I bought this fabulous top yesterday.
what do ya think??
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Corpse Bride
Like Miss TCup I'm sort of stuck for something to blog about lately. Last weekend and Paddy's Day, while mighty craic, could mostly be summed up by: Drink, Spheres at Docklands, drink, drink, Comic Relief, drink, rugby, drink, house party, drink, four-movie marathon on Sunday interspersed with drink (don't EVER watch Twilight, just stick on The Lost Boys instead), Paddy's Day, drink, drink...and so forth with some extra drinks thrown in. And chips too.
So.
I've decided to dust off one of my favourite ladies from history, like I said I eventually would, and shine up her display case so you can all have a little look at her and her crazy fantastic life. She's meant to be one of the most artistically represented women in history, after the Virgin Mary (and we all know how much craic she was..) and Cleopatra, and yet I'd never heard of her until I read Dita Von Teese's Art of the Teese book about two years ago, where she's mentioned as a major fetish icon.
Marchesa Luisa Casati was an Italian heiress, patron of the arts and all-round delightful mental case who flitted between mansions in Venice and Paris in the early 1900s. Casati had something of a grá for the bizarre, inappropriate and just plain weird. She had naked male servants covered only with gold leaf, she wore live snakes as jewellery, (her pet boa constrictor escaped while she was staying in the Ritz in Paris, as you do) and threw dinner parties where some of the seats were occupied by wax mannequins, rumoured to contain the ashes of her past lovers. Something of a character, you might say. One of her most famous little habits was taking a late night stroll with her pet cheetahs on diamond studded leashes, while completely starkers under her furs. Don't you just love her?
Needless to say, she shocked, scandalised, intrigued and amazed European high society with her macabre, loopy ways and had loads of affairs with men and women alike. Her half-ruined Venetian mansion on the Grand Canal had a garden filled with Chinese lanterns and albino blackbirds, and her pink marble Palais Rose in Paris housed an art gallery with over a hundred and thirty images of herself. In her bid for immortality she commissioned countless artists and photographers to capture her likeness, as she wanted to be "a living work of art". She used belladonna to dilate her pupils and once had her driver kill a chicken and pour it's blood down her long white arms so that it dried in a pattern she would like. She would have thoroughly scared the bejaysus out of me, although her parties and masquerade balls would have been the most amazing craic ever.
When it came to dressing up, the Marchesa went all out. The photo on the left is her costume for a fancy dress party in Paris in 1922, supposed to symbolise light. It was made of a net of diamonds, a sun formed with gold feathers, a diamond tiara and silver fringe. The sketch on the right is a costume for a Versailles shindig with THE MOST AMAZING HEADDRESS EVER, as you can see. That's dedication to fancy dress, right there.
However, a lifestyle as mad as that didn't come cheap and unfortunately, but not surprisingly, Casati ended up in major debt by the early 1930s, major debt as in $25 million US dollarybucks. She legged it to London after auctioning off most of her crazy-ass possessions and her homes, some of which Coco Chanel was thought to have bidded for, and lived in relative poverty. An eccentric to the end, she was seen rummaging around in bins looking for feathers to decorate her hair and when she died in 1957, the "Divine Marquise" was buried wearing leopardskin and false eyelashes with her favourite stuffed Pekinese dog.
Luisa Casati had a huge influence on the artists and photographers of her time and many since then, too. She pops up in art and fashion even today, the Marchesa label was named after her, an exclusive limited edition chocolate truffle called "The Marchesa" was created in 2004, Harper's Bazaar named her as one of fashion's greatest originals and Alexander McQueen, Gucci and Dior have been inspired by her. (The dress above on the right is from John Galliano's Casati-inspired 1998 haute couture collection for Dior, how deadly is that!)
So.
I've decided to dust off one of my favourite ladies from history, like I said I eventually would, and shine up her display case so you can all have a little look at her and her crazy fantastic life. She's meant to be one of the most artistically represented women in history, after the Virgin Mary (and we all know how much craic she was..) and Cleopatra, and yet I'd never heard of her until I read Dita Von Teese's Art of the Teese book about two years ago, where she's mentioned as a major fetish icon.
"The door to the room where we sat chatting suddenly opened. A dead woman entered. Her superb body was modelling a dress of white satin that was wrapped around her like a shroud and dragged behind her. A bouquet of orchids hid her breast. Her hair was red and her complexion livid like alabaster. Her face was devoured by two enormous eyes, whose black pupils almost overwhelmed her mouth painted a red so vivid that it seemed like a strip of coagulated blood. In her arms, she carried a baby leopard. It was the Marchesa Casati."
Marchesa Luisa Casati was an Italian heiress, patron of the arts and all-round delightful mental case who flitted between mansions in Venice and Paris in the early 1900s. Casati had something of a grá for the bizarre, inappropriate and just plain weird. She had naked male servants covered only with gold leaf, she wore live snakes as jewellery, (her pet boa constrictor escaped while she was staying in the Ritz in Paris, as you do) and threw dinner parties where some of the seats were occupied by wax mannequins, rumoured to contain the ashes of her past lovers. Something of a character, you might say. One of her most famous little habits was taking a late night stroll with her pet cheetahs on diamond studded leashes, while completely starkers under her furs. Don't you just love her?
Needless to say, she shocked, scandalised, intrigued and amazed European high society with her macabre, loopy ways and had loads of affairs with men and women alike. Her half-ruined Venetian mansion on the Grand Canal had a garden filled with Chinese lanterns and albino blackbirds, and her pink marble Palais Rose in Paris housed an art gallery with over a hundred and thirty images of herself. In her bid for immortality she commissioned countless artists and photographers to capture her likeness, as she wanted to be "a living work of art". She used belladonna to dilate her pupils and once had her driver kill a chicken and pour it's blood down her long white arms so that it dried in a pattern she would like. She would have thoroughly scared the bejaysus out of me, although her parties and masquerade balls would have been the most amazing craic ever.
When it came to dressing up, the Marchesa went all out. The photo on the left is her costume for a fancy dress party in Paris in 1922, supposed to symbolise light. It was made of a net of diamonds, a sun formed with gold feathers, a diamond tiara and silver fringe. The sketch on the right is a costume for a Versailles shindig with THE MOST AMAZING HEADDRESS EVER, as you can see. That's dedication to fancy dress, right there.
However, a lifestyle as mad as that didn't come cheap and unfortunately, but not surprisingly, Casati ended up in major debt by the early 1930s, major debt as in $25 million US dollarybucks. She legged it to London after auctioning off most of her crazy-ass possessions and her homes, some of which Coco Chanel was thought to have bidded for, and lived in relative poverty. An eccentric to the end, she was seen rummaging around in bins looking for feathers to decorate her hair and when she died in 1957, the "Divine Marquise" was buried wearing leopardskin and false eyelashes with her favourite stuffed Pekinese dog.
Luisa Casati had a huge influence on the artists and photographers of her time and many since then, too. She pops up in art and fashion even today, the Marchesa label was named after her, an exclusive limited edition chocolate truffle called "The Marchesa" was created in 2004, Harper's Bazaar named her as one of fashion's greatest originals and Alexander McQueen, Gucci and Dior have been inspired by her. (The dress above on the right is from John Galliano's Casati-inspired 1998 haute couture collection for Dior, how deadly is that!)
Writer's block
Having a case of writer's block lately can't seem to think of something to write about. Haven't gone shopping in ages too!
t
Monday, March 16, 2009
Feris WHEEEEELLLL
There is a Mother Fucker of a feris wheel in Merrion Square!! I'm all over that like flies on a Somalian!
t
Friday, March 13, 2009
Leather Jacket!!
So my leather jacket arrived bout two weeks ago but i only collected it last weekend! So I have it a week now and you'll have to rip it out of my cold dead hands if you want to even look at it! Ok that's a bit strong but still it's class!! I was worried that it would be too small for me as my boyfriend stated when it came in the post 'i dunno baby it's really small?!' But it's perfect hurray!! It looks better opened than closed though and the stringy bits hanging of the sleeve/pocket/main zip are a bit annoying so i might have to get at them with a scissor! But it's so soft and lovely. Finally have a good leather jacket, and not a fake penny's effort!
On Eastenders during the week Ian fecking Beal had a leather jacket on and i didn't hear the end of it all night, "t-cup you have Ian Beals jacket!" and then some! But then the lovely Gok Wan had on a jacket not too dissimilar to mine and all was right with the world!
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