We can all imagine the type of woman that do this, right? My childhood JP* friends’ mothers. And so by now, also my childhood friends. Hmmm, how grim.
For the rest of these charming “Haunting Halloween decorations”, as well as step-by-step instructions (in case you’re incapable of figuring out how to dye three pumpkins white and [...]
Very possibly one of my favourite songs.
In my search for a working vodka jelly recipe (I’ve never managed to get it to set, probably because I put in too much vodka – in the fight between quality and quantity, the latter always seems to win) I discovered an entire website dedicated vodka jelly. Yep an entire website. And an entire page [...]
Me & Zena makes jewelry I like (and Vogue likes it too).
I am at that stage in my life where a new Stephen Poliakoff film is far more exciting than any night out. Actually, I don’t think there’s ever been a stage when the opposite was true, despite Friends & Crocodiles through to Capturing Mary having been a series of slight to not-so-slight disappointments.
My hopes are once [...]
My brother bought me Tim Walker’s Pictures for my birthday (after I emailed him the above amazon link daily for 3 months). It is the most wonderful book EVER.
It will make you happy. FACT.
… and your boys and your snoods and your fairisle cummerbund and your barbed wire bracelet and your lambskin cropped jacket and your…
awkward sandals and socks. I love them too.
When I’m an 80-year-old spinster I’m going to spend all the money other people wasted on children on buying books, cigarettes, single malt, theatre tickets and [...]
Yes, Peaches Teaches! The worst agony aunt column EVER in the history of EVER. And oh my god! Agony aunts in general are awful. But really, truly there’s nothing like seeking advice from PEACHES GELDOF. Never mind that I don’t believe anyone really sends their problems to Peaches Teaches. I refuse to believe anyone is [...]
London based Quentin Jones works as a painter, illustrator, animator and all round artiste extraordinaire. Quentin’s work reflects a keen interest in female imagery: from the glamourised form to the unsightly flesh. It is the kind of – often gruesome – art one would expect from a man (and yes, ‘Quentin’ as a name makes [...]
But I have to side with the police on this one…
It is not for public viewing (initially I put it up in its entirety, but I’ve seen sense so now it’s just her face. Which is really enough anyway). There are too many fucked up (yes I am looking at you, VANESSA GEORGE) people out [...]
I have been attempting a lyrical paean to Andrew Garfield’s hair for months now, but I’m afraid that my verse is not as lustrous as his healthy strands, and without achieving true mimesis I don’t feel that I can do justice to such an abundant barnet. I can’t quite explain why it makes me come [...]