She loves everybody

The other night, we went to Tim Barber's exhibition of TV books at Studio Gallery. After the police came I was walking down the fire escape and fell down the stairs. Les Saboteurs laughed and I got up and brushed myself off and continued on with the night. In the darkness I fell down another stairway, and then continued to dance around. Now I have a sprained foot, and I won't be able to wear heels for a little bit. Gala and I made a little mess of ourselves, but that's usual. EMBARRASSING.
I've been listening to a lot of Chester French on repeat. "She loves everybody" is about a nymphomaniac, hah...





Speaking of nymphomaniacs, Hedonism, ISSUE 3 is now out. purchase here

street justice

People need to be put back in their place. The gloves have come off. No one fucks with us.

two young sensualists got off a plane

we would smoke and drink and laugh and sing of foreign things/we bought clever hats and umbrellas/if it wasn't quite my style and you felt semi-wild/you'd snatch it up and add it to your aesthetic dumb luck

You can never have enough of what you don't really need

I really love good illustrators, especially when the work is a little fashion, a little sexy, and very pleasing to look at. One of my favourites is Michael Gillette. I remember seeing a poster of his and jotting down his name on my hand. I was in the bookstore the other day to buy a new Moleskine because I left the other notebook I had just bought in London. I saw this amazing display of bookcovers, the James Bond collection, redone with covers by Gillette. I wanted them all! I wouldn't mind getting them as prints too! I love the way he draws women, they always look really beautiful and a bit dangerous. Anyways, this gives attention to what really made James Bond great, the girls.
My favourite covers:

more of his work

excerpt II

Like an alley cat he wandered through districts and airports not lost, not found, aimless, just to pass the time. He belonged to no one and nothing, not even the world. He was born out of thin air, an eternal orphan. He wanted to find an existence, an existence that you could list, an existence that when you wrote down nouns and activities, your life was that. Autumn, sitting on stoops, staying in bed. Just like that. An existence where an idea of life could form. He had love, that was the only thing he could not ever get rid of. To exercise it would be dangerous. But he still held hands. He drifted through the world in this manner, promiscuous in only a sense. Never letting his love overcome him, it was smart and it was safe. It's always good to use protection.

Screwed Over

The party, that is supposed to be the one year anniversary of theonlyglitterati.com has been canceled until further notice. I'm a little pissed about it.
Don't worry, I'm keeping the champagne on ice. Back again soon. Thank you to VNDLSM and Les Saboteurs for volunteering their efforts. I'll be speaking with some people to figure out if we can put it on before September.

x

lovely

Fuck it, I love you

I put fire to our bed

first class flight home, most horrible time ever.
I miss my london friends and london parties, and only maybe london itself

rich girls in london

i'm in london

heyyyyyyy

i went to underage yesterday, some good fun. today i might go to field day if ronnie finds me a pass. it's cold and rainy here, take me back home so i can be tanned and go to the beach!


ps,

i don't know when i'll fully like a virgins video, but this one is better than the one before that. I just wish the videos celebrated girls, not just always have them straddling boys. yeah?

dead end of western civilization

so i was running an errand in the pharmacy browsing magazine covers, which i don't really do that often.


the new adbusters had this photo and the title being,
Hipster, the dead end of western civilization.

the article is here

I don't know, the fact there are over five hundred responses to it shows that it is an interesting article. Some people seem to be so offended by it, it makes me laugh! Point is I think that some of it is so true, a lot of the culture is reprocessed in a more digestible way from past generations. Nothing is really new, but everything is modernized. I also believe that everything is made to be picked up by marketing companies to sell back to the kids. perhaps the reason why thirteen year olds listen to crystal castles and wear cheap mondays? Companies like Urban Outfitters have merchants of cool picking up the trends and selling it for three times the price. (Reason why there are fucking lomography cameras sold there) Of course I can't really make these types of statements because really I add fuel to the fire as well, it's all a strange cycle. The difference in culture really, is money. The only reason why some things are a subculture is because of the lack of it. MGMT doesn't care if they sell out, because really, if they make a good album, they don't (really) change their sound, it's the same product except with financial backing. So isn't that kind of making mainstream culture a bit better? By actually giving solid bands funds to do what they want? But selling out isn't really the main context of the article. The quote up from Time Out New York says, "they must be buried for cool to be reborn". I agree to an extent. As an objective view on things, completely disregarding the fact you probably think I am a huge hypocrite. Cool and all things good in art comes from dark times, struggle etc. Most of these kids on the scene have never had any of that shit. I've been waiting and thinking about what will come next. I'm fucking bored with the obsession with youth and irony and whatever. Just do something productive. Whatever you do when drunk, well, just don't undress for party photographers. Oh and another thing, NEVER WEAR FLANNEL. It's ugly all the time.

underage

i'll be covering underage festival for artrocker magazine

comeeee playyyyy

RJ is the way

me and robin are supposed to be working on a shoot together when and if i get to london in august.
he's turning out to be some kind of like, really good photographer or something.

BANANACHASER///ROBINJP.NET

converse reverse

read my kind-of implusive interview with patrick o'dell

youth alcoholic

last night was hilarious, i think whenever i wear doc martens it affects my personality where i think i can take anyone. it's been raining in crazy excess here. our look of the week is wet rat. anyways, hilarious, i dj'd (gala pretended to dj) at the afterparty last night for like, 20 minutes because i was having a mad fit at the people around the dj area and i was cussing them out because they were trying to play songs and i started pushing people out the way. actually i was pushing people all night, i don't know, another punk moment. gala got a little out of hand too, as we always do. i feel like now me and her always get up to shit and we always prance around like we own everything.

anyways i'm having a party, the details are underwraps, but the one year anniversary of the only glitterati is upon us. so, if you know me come, if you don't come too. in about a month. it will be crazy, just because if you know how we like to have fun, it either gets messy or violent in the end.... Les Saboteurs, me, and tentatively the lovely VNDLSM will be djing. amazing!

la foule

day of adventure on SVB

i don't wear makeup anymore/don't care if i look especially ridiculous on public sites/eat all day long...

is it wrong?

an excerpt.

with just a push and a shove he was gone, my best friend down a cliff and i, remorseless, stood there grinning.

My stomach rumbled and shook and my eyes were crazed, light leaks blurred my vision. we used to kiss and bathe in the sea, we made love to the seafloor and showed it our ways. it scolded and told us to get lost. told us to stop drinking that goddamn dirty water. it influenced our language, made the words we said come out in grotesque and sacrilegious shapes. we moved on to the forests, the deep and dark forests. murky and musical, the leaves rustled and sticks would snap, it was like the music people got on to. we smoked the wild flowers and took off our clothes just to be closer to the earth. our arms freckled and our faces darkened. we laid down the law. we puked the city out of our lungs, our pores filled with pollen. we were content in the wildness, the natural mess of it all. we contructed weapons out of rocks and wore feathers 'round our necks, we forecasted our zodiac fortunes in the stars. the forest was our summer love, comfortable and always nurturing, we nuzzled our heads in its breast. autumn came and the forest showed signs of disdain, a lack of commitment. it shed its skin, and its love for us.
winter came overnight and our hair crystallized. our skin glistened and emitted glittering ice, we were beautiful and could not feel a thing. we awoke in the clouds, feather light. the sky was kind, she offered a chance at redemption. we always escape through a technicality, rightfully so, we never did kill spiders or put our elbows on the table. we moved underground, too tired to lose the sin on our trail, we kept our feet dirty. the youth of our days was a disease, preventing wisdom of age to prevail. we kept it short, and we always won.

the sea

i've been outside for about 48 hours, yesterday i was with kavin biking around with the new and improved James, he's gold now...he's been getting many comments from straight up g's who say he's down right ballin'. les saboteurs and kyle dejour joined later for saki and pbr. today i came home all blushed because i had been riding all day from the beach to the harbourfront to parkdale to home. me and gianna went to the beach and then i had to bike to the harbour because james didn't fit in the trunk. then we went sailing for a while. it was beautiful! we're going to have to do it more often, anyways i'm fucking sunburnt and i look like an island child.

me and howard are looking for a flat! if anything comes up email

marlowetatiana@gmail.com, or marlowe@theonlyglitterati.com but really i only use the glitterati one for bus-i-ness.

the campaign i shot last month should be coming out soon, fingers crossed soooon.

jack and i went for a picnic the other evening and he was talking to me about little boots, she's the most adorable thing to exist.

converse//con/verse

julien casablancas/santogold/n.e.r.d.

MY DRIVE THRU

this song makes me a little annoyed, maybe it's because the guitar is the same throughout or just it was made up for a shoe company...but everyone has their own tastes