Cold Lips 04 + launch party

Art, books, Design, Fashion, Fiction, Film, Journalism, literature, london, Music, Nightlife, spoken word

Please come and celebrate the best edition yet…

FRIDAY 27th April at London Fields Brewhouse

Entry from a fiver includes the magazine (RRP: £100), and ace music and poetry.

I began putting together the features last year.  It’s the kinda thing I’d like to read… designed by the beautifully talented  Personality Crisis who is now on a jet plane!

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Entry includes the new summer edition


THE FAT WHITE FAMILY’S ADAM J HARMER and his one man destruction show

Greta Bellamacina, Robert Montgomery

Stuart McKenzie, Ana Seferovic

Kirsty Allison (COLD LIPS editor) with Steve Norris on guitar

Chris Rotter

INSIDE, on the sexy paper: 💥Anti-fashion by Carl Fox ✨Duggie Fields on Syd Barrett (whose Madcap Laugh album inspired the cover shoot with Greta + Robert) 🔥 In the studio with Billy Childish 💥Malik Ameer Crumpler (Madison Washington) on hip-hop 👁 Judy Nylon on collaboration 💖Beyonce’s fave: Scooter Laforge – on The Odyssey ⚡Jeffrey Wengrofsky on digital subcultures 💥New poetry from Rob Plath, fiction from David Noone, and Joseph Coward (CXR) 💥Centrefold: Ana Seferovic by Tamara Suskic, and her collab with the painter Sam Hacking
and plenty more fashion, literature, art, music against the world. x


The night also celebrates the release of PERFUME by Gil De Ray… 

Gil Perfume

IMAGINE Roxy Music riding into town on balearic horses, all Clash Magnificent Seven after a few lost weeks at the rock n roll disco.
There’s a ska bassline to take us into the summer. FIYA! 💖




Art, Fashion, Journalism, literature, london, Music, Nightlife, Politics, spoken word


words chez moi –  photos by Lilly Creightmore at the NOKI x COLD LIPS party for LFW 15th Feb 18 (artwork below by me for the Tweet Me Up show at the Tate, 2012)

The artist NOKI’s work is Fashion AND anti-brand – ya – confusing, right 🤓🤪😫🤯 (you can read more to understand his work on Cold Lips, and i-D, or in the exclusive interview in the third issue we created for the show – Paypal: with £2.99, and a bit for postage if you can afford it, or visit the shop), and in the same way, I don’t really know when a zine becomes a magazine, or a fanzine becomes a zine, becomes a magazine.  Sometimes Cold Lips gets called a zine, sometimes a magazine, sometimes a fanzine.  Labels fuck everything up as much as money, and our desire to have the beautiful things in the world.  I mean – I’d wear some of that new Fendi garb… But my conscience battles with the lameness of existing to an index of any kind – negotiating my life through stupid tokens of success, and signals of others. OM! Be gone!  Whether we want to become collectors of water-chiselled bedrocks from Korea, or a piece of Vetements bearing a DHL logo – let’s not be slaves in a battered joke of a vehicle that’s cruising towards a major crash in a post-Colette world of slavery to pop-up distractors.  So when I see content from fashion lifestyle magazines doing little else but promote the production abilities of their glorious advertisers: LMVH (who look after Loewe, Louis Vuitton, Moet, Fendi, Celine, Dior, Pucci, Givenchy, Kenzo, Mark Jacobs, Thomas Pink, Nicholas Kirkwood, Edun and more) or Chanel S.A. (who own Chanel), or Kering (who own much of Gucci, Saint Laurent, Bottega Veneta, McQueen, Stella McCartney, Christopher Kane, Puma, and more) – or the mega-firms of Proctor and Gamble, L’Oreal and Unilever, all pushing ideas of beauty upon my information-pummelled eyes, just to keep the cash circus circulating, I get sick, and I want to withdraw.  Because that’s just one idea of Fashion.  Not only do I want some of the clothes and the wedge from holding those ads, I don’t wanna compromise anything we’re doing in COLD LIPS – which I started to perpetuate the subculture that created it.  Which I’ll come back to – but meanwhile, rather than bemoan the luxury oppressors who I adore, we shall party.  Which is good.  As I’ve always enjoyed a good underground night out.  So it was an honour to be a part of the propaganda team for the NOKI private view on the dawn of London Fashion Week this February – and later all laugh on WhatsApp seeing FENDI do what FILA do, throwing the South London streetwear irony back in the face of the kids that created that look, and see Feral’s look parade down the Gucci line eleven years late…




We had performances from Anne McCloy, who was a resident at the spoken word night that began Cold Lips, she’s toured with Peter Doherty, made merch for many, and lectures at St Martin’s, asking people to challenge what fashion is, daily. Gary Fairfull stepped up with his NHS poem, he gave the original spoken word night its platform.  Feral Is Kinky – a fashion subculture stalwart, known most for singing Everything Starts With An E with Boy George – but currently slamming it out of the underground gay scene to River Island commercial mainstream brilliance, and back again. We also had the word artist Robert Montgomery and poet/filmmaker/model Greta Bellamacina who are the forthcoming cover stars for Cold Lips IV – it’s SUCH A HOT SHOOT by Lilly Creightmore (we turn Robert into the muse of Syd Barrett as per Madcap Laughs, and dress Greta in Vampire’s Wife).   I also put down some lines.  And the beatbox supremo Killa Kella, and DJs Q Boy and Ladylaw.


Fashion, Film, Journalism

O M Geeeeeeeee – it’s happened.


Versus.  Redchurch Street.  Opposite the HQ of Sean McClusky (1234 Records).

The Versus party is tonight.  I’m wearing an invisible cloak.  Or maybe some Obscure Rebellion:


This year, fashion is regenerating Soho:  the British Fashion Council have taken over the car park in Brewer Street.  You can almost smell the patina of 90s raves, and Soho sex.  Plus Diptyque, obvz…


The big question:  will the principal sponsor keep on replenishing the display sunglasses in the PRESS area?

DSC02631There’s more energy in the designer showrooms than I’ve ever known in the official stands.  Piers Atkinson said the same thing.


Upstairs makes a natural catwalk with its gritty, pitched glass roof.

I made this 12 second film about the Fyodor Golan show:

The major thing in this video is what’s going on in the head of Laurie Long Legs.

AN ASIDE:  Laury Long Legs (aka Smith) may now be stylist to the stars, living in LA – but once upon a time SHE MADE me hang about in a warehouse in South London in a bikini for X magazine, edited by the perfume writer, Tessa Williams and art directed by Mat Maitland (pictured next to me).

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The first day of LFW had a distinctly Irish flavour – and co-incidentally we have the Irish actress Ash Sands staying – so she became my fash wife.


First stop: the amazing Ed Marler tudor tableaux in the new Kingly Court of Brewer Street – Smith’s Court, where Tatty Devine used to be.

I made another a slightly longer film of that:

Marler was recommended to me by photographer Louie Banks, whom I chaired the talk for at Shoreditch House a few weeks ago.


Ed Marler was way post-Derelicte.  Really exciting and clever.

Then dived in to see the amazing make-up of Thom Walker at 100 Club’s Stupid Girl/Garbage show by Le Kilt, sponsored by Converse, Wolford and Famous Grouse.  DSC02679 DSC02677 DSC02673

The ICA held a presentation by a selection of Irish designers – fave out of the selection: Laura Kinsella.

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My personal highlight of the day was Dame Zandra Rhodes – she has pink hair, I have pink hair (this week).  Without pink hair, the world would be a very dull place.


Stopped off at Gary’s Place – Arts Club East on the way home to get my membership card signed by the special calligrapher.  Good to see more pals down there. x


Art, Fashion

@kirstyallison @TraceyTM #tweetmeup  #thetanks @tate

Friday 24th August 2012, 11-5pm

Dear Friends,

I’m proud to present: AUTOMATONIKA E-GO E-ROTIKA DEMONIKA.  A short film about online existentialism.

Commissioned for Tracey Moberly’s Tweet Me Up show at the Tate Modern in London.

You can WATCH an exclusive preview here:

Love n Sweet Rebellion.  Kirsty Allison.

Get Tantric Tourists


‘TWEET-ME-UP!’ – Tate Tanks

‘TWEET-ME-UP!’ at The Tate Tanks by Tracey Moberly is a mass participation installation and exhibition generated by social networking sites. It is part of the UNDERCURRENT programme in the Tanks at Tate Modern on Friday August 24th. 11am-5pm. The artist will be delivering a talk on her work in the Tate 3-4pm.

TWEET-ME-UP!’ focuses on art, music, photography, words, short film and fashion. The theme explores Sub Culture/ Counter Culture – Undercurrent/Underground from numerous perspectives.

August 24th has been designated ‘International Day Against Intolerance, Discrimination and Violence based on Musical Preferences, Lifestyle and Code.” The day marks the death in 2007 of Sophie Lancaster, a Goth who died from injuries sustained by a gang targeting her and her boyfriend for their dress code and music preferences. TWEET-ME-UP!’ encourages contributions that celebrate subculture and the free expression of individuality.

Contributions have come from as far afield as Eastern Siberia, Uzbekistan, New Jersey, Haiti, Trinidad and Japan – along with many parts of the U.K. Well known names are juxstaposed with the new, such as ex-Cabaret Voltaire’s Stephen Mallinder with his collective Wrangler; The Pop Group’s Mark Stewart now part of the New Banalists; the Human League and Heaven 17’s Martyn Ware in an instagram collaboration with his daughter Elena; TV presenter and journalist Kirsty Allison; Damian Alban’s African Express co-founder Steve Budd; Blur’s Ex-manager and Teardrop Explodes Dave Balfe to name a few. In the cross-platform work duos and acting debuts’ feature unexpected roles for the unlikely, from Captain Sensible to Goldie Lookin’ Chain’s Eggsy.

The digitally received works, photos, sounds and statements will be projected into the the Tate’s cavernous new space creating an evolving multi-media installation. Live art will be streamed in through Twitter Instagram and SMS text on the day. A list of contributors and the countries they are from is available.

‘TWEET-ME-UP!’ follows on from the artist, activist & author’s work Text-Me-Up! which has become a multifaceted book. Tracey Moberly has used over 2,500 photographs and images and documents the growth of the SMS (short message service) and MMS (multimedia messaging service) eras which has resulted in her saving every text message and phone image she has ever been sent since 1999. Text-Me-Up! It documents the start of the social media revolution beginning with the text message and the unique digital DNA text timeline of one person’s received messages. It concludes with the emergent importance of other media such as Twitter – prior to the Arab Spring – as Tracey focuses on Haiti immediately after her visit to Port-au-Prince just prior to the devastating earthquake of January 2010.

Tracey co-owned the Foundry in Shoreditch, East London for over a decade. In the book she details many events that took place with her there. The many artists from Banksy and YBA members to people putting up their first exhibitions at The Foundry are documented along with the many photographers, musicians, performers and film makers who were also a part of this.

Where Text-Me-Up! offers up a slice of social history and popular culture from the last decade. TWEET-ME-UP! focuses on 2012 and the new communication technologies and behaviours engendered with the advent of social media.


07951 608787 facebook: Tracey Moberly twitter: Traceytm Instagram: Traceytm For information on the Sophie Lancaster Foundation Charity


For information on UNDERCURRENTS @ The TATE TANKS contact

UPDATE ON OTHER PROJECTS: Yes, I am still writing my first novel, haven’t yet assimilated a book of poetry and have failed to paint any church ceilings.If you would like my mind on your project: I make, listen, learn, look and love with many folk, from Vogue to the BBC, international corporations and cool individuals.
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Hello boyz


I was gonna paste Paperself eyelashes all over this, but instead went for micro-synesthesia, you likin’ the illustration vibe?

Today was Man fashion, so many beautiful boyz, yup with a ‘z’.  There was a real split between old school England and “urban”.  Good to see old faces doing so well. Young Lulu Kennedy‘s peeps were great. Loving the furry Astrid Anderson; Matthew Miller’s morning-glo soles; and the silver Bunney badges.

As ever there’s the military vibe, as so keenly noted by Hardeep Kohli Singh, the Burberry Prorsum was fighting fit, and KTZ called to duty a collection of psychedelic-neon keffiyeh-prints (keffiyeh scarves are that dogtooth check on an Arab tip).

Other trends:  zips that make jackets into different lengths (cropped bolero/mid/long – or doing the same for sleeves).  Guess it’s something to do with investment in pieces that do multiple things.  Astrid did a great parka like that.  I loved a leather, by Martina Spetlova, and a goat-esque fur by Les Chiffoniers.

My romo-rock look:  boots, vest & leather, Alexander McQueen.  Leggings, TopShop.  Adidas hoody.  Lace jersey stripe, as before.

Lesser-spotted Fash On Powtrey

Fashion, Fiction

Busy times on the All Star Kirsty Bus…you may remember some posts from Paris last season, I developed a live rap powtrey in response to the catwalk…here’s one from an off-schedule* show earlier, rammed to the gullet…

It was for Bumni Koko, a right superhappy homegirl.

Weird England crowd bit future punk/Bladerunner, long way from Paris. Okay, here we go, catwalk powtrey. Kaleidoscopia, A/W11, sci-fi film, neon retro futurism, birth on another star, hoop skirt, nets, silk rock, orange, black psych neons, mid length, glamingo flamingos, structure shoulders, old McQueen. Purple royal, pleat shoulders, EEEEEEmu. Leopard tribe, rose silver, peach silver, Bootsy gets to planet E. Cut lurex. Panels, zip backs, sequin inserts, PVC tails, evening Daft Punk retro ladies, tie die my acid eyes.

Video from her previous season:

The best shows can be seen here: and of course, Fashion East tmoz will be a total fashion moment – my fave today – “What is it we’re going into?” “I don’t know, it’s just fashion”).  Beyond fash on, the film has been going bonkers – we’ve been lucky enough to sit aside multi-million productions on the pages of every paper from The Times to The Sunday Mirror, there have been some lovely observations.  Oh, quick note on: tie-dye leather by Felder Felder, super.

I’m also working on an edit of my beloved novel, lecturing and doing a bit of styling…sounds like a Dear Diary moment.  Hmmmm. Libya, eh?  Who’s behind it, gearing up for Sarah Palin’s entree in camouflage?

But yes, I am terribly behind on uploading my images from the past weeks (multiplied by about six, I think) but they are coming forth, have been documenting, just not uploading.  Did finally go through my exploding drawers and file some of the stuff that’s been catalogued – and now, how smoothly my drawers slide.

Wool and leather, so next season, so AF Vandevorst Friend.  McQueen leather with my favourite thing of the moment – my vintage, hand-knitted, uber-poncho.  McQueen skirt.

*Off-schedule: independent shows.  (Largely) shitter, rougher and fresher than the official LFW** catwalks

**London Fashion Week



Go see Diva Zappa’s show at the Maison Bertaux in Soho – London – on for a few months – she rocks like her daddy.  Can’t believe I met Mummy Zappa, and Moon too – what a supercool family.  There was a hip thing about it on Another.

I’m gonna be flying all night – in Lionel Road Studios – making two costumes for Boy George’s band tomorrow – they’re on Loose Women, a British TV institution for stay at home mothers who also read The Daily Mail.  Loving making this stuff.  So liberating, although stitching boning is deeply not suited to the skills of my ol’ Bernina machine.  Maybe I need to ramp up my toolshed.

Tantric Tourists is all over the radio and press…eeeeek – it’s out Monday, you can pre-order on iTunes, or find it in a cinema, more info on and  The DVD has a Making Of that I put together…

Viva la zappatistas.

T-shirt by Onitsuka Tiger, vintage Pugh-esque cardigan, jewellery is listed in previous blogs…cape…about to be cut up into applique pieces

The thing I styled for Hep C was in The Sun today!  (I did all but Adam Ant.)

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Fashion, Fiction

This was about three weeks before my iPad got nicked, with all the work I’d been doing.  Seriously.  I’d got to a point in my novel where I was happy with the time spent, and have been playing catch up ever since.  Once the film is out I should be able to reclaim my life, do some art, write write write…

So I’m kicking into the time I’ve been looking forward to for the whole year – to work on my novel.  If only I could put down other people’s books…

This dress was bought for me.  Bracelets, Tanzania airport.  Rings, Shaun Lean & Antibes market.  Necklace, seen before

Fashion is Art is Identity

Art, Fashion, Journalism


Went to the opening of the Art Fashion Identity exhibition, opposite Cecconi’s at the Royal Academy.  Nice party.  Good to see Helen Storey still rocking it, and some thoughtful pieces about current affairs through fashion.  

This installation piece reads, ‘Washed in Pakistan’. Globalisation for the nation.

My fave piece was the Hussein Chalayan, followed by McQueen, of course.  

I appear in the Fashion Book by Phaidon under Chalayan, I’m slammed down on a photocopier by Katerina Jebb.  Groovy.

Okay, so today’s outfit…(I know, it’s been a week without, but I have been sick and twisted.  I’ll whack them up soon)…white lace top, American Apparel.  Jumper, Vintage. Worn with boots from McQueen and trousers from Joseph (not seen).  Earrings, gold gun & Indian stones.

Legs eleven and the best advert this year…


Day number one hundred & seventy-ish.  It’s winter, or to be correct, late autumn (winter starts on the 21st of December in the northern hemisphere, when the sun is farthest south)…to assist us through these long and icy months, what could make any girl happier than hot water bottle-pockets on a fur-trimmed Chanel coat?

I first saw this advert on the back of one my favourite publications, Vanity Fair – WE LOVE YOU GRAYDON.

Boots, you’ve seen these before.  Stockings, Givenchy.  Dress, H&M.  Sleeves, Uniqlo (seriously, I can’t believe I’m writing that, but as before, they are warm, if not a little synthetique).

Yes, and for keen observers of this blog, you’ll know there’s still a gap, and summer daily changes have yet to be uploaded, but it’ll be so freezey by the time I do, they’ll heat us right up (all shot in Spain & Ibiza)

Paris, oui, c’est 130

Art, Fashion, Poetry

Manish Arora – what a complete legend.  I’m gonna freeform you with my notes, then you can see if they match the pictures (what a cool game).

sooooooo (this is as written as the catwalked):


Psychedelic neon Kenneth Anger on roller skates, bursts of micro roses in red falling over white chiffon, applique disco ram heads/Indian devil doodles, ancillary baroque shoulders and hips, violin curves. Seventies porn club funk, James Bond, Paint It Black on the theramin.  80s/50s scenes of palm trees and yellow cars beaded onto 60s dresses.  Hot pants for Claire Manumission.  Gold metal prayer blanket jackets.  Rajasthani punk mirror balls on acid.

So, in pictures…

How did the rap and the pics compare?

(yes, I know it breaks Website Design Rule Number ONE to link to sites outside one’s own because you probably haven’t made it this far and are currently browsing, but if you didn’t come back, you wouldn’t find out what I wore, or the amazing style hints I’m going to share at the bottom of this post.  You know why I’m linking outside, because it’s such bad internet form to just swipe them, cheapo skanky behaviour.  I may one day get better at pics, but my camera was nicked in Ibiza, so I’m surviving on the good nature of others, my phone and inbuilt computer one)

Okay.  So I loved it.  The designer points at Hiroshi Nagai (feature in this season’s Another magazine).  Hats were by Christophe Coppens. The music was put together by Marc Chouarain, on tour with Benjamin Biolay.  He played the theramin (that wacky sci-fi Russian invention which responds to the distance of the hands to it).  Accompanied by Thomas Coeuriot on guitar and Denis Benarrosh on drums.  Styling was by Laurent Dombrowicz. Nice.

Now, let’s try it with Barbara Bui – boot legend.


Ipad pockets on suede with 80s sloppy wide shoulders. Safari militart. Rifat Hirst circles, casual jumpsuits with rope, platforms, classy hair, minimal make-up, sponge died silk urban safari, punched leather and silk dress, string vest. Double split on long skirt to cover poonani and show legs, toga silks, more gold, leather trimmed shorts. Alligator inserts.

Let’s try the game again…

Imagination vs the harsh flashes that lose the softness of fabric…although, let it be said, the internet is a great way to see collections without having to go through the ‘who’s sitting where’ escapades (which I still love).

I did take one pic yesterday:

First, the other show I saw yesterday, Sharon Wauchob.


Zip necks, ruffled hems, lay the drapes, thin lace, naked skin, pleated monochrome, mustard gold, minimal tailoring.  Fabric lover. No cover. Grown up.  Deconstruct.

Okay, so other than knocking about a few shows (I do occasionally write about fashion, not just is my novel-in-progress about a fashion designer/band manager, but for magazines since I was a teenager, which I’m not anymore, unbelievably when I’m keeping myself occupied with a blog as banal as this, but it’s Art, darlings, and occasionally I style things for people but)…WHAT ELSE WAS I DOING IN PARIS?

Meeting a friend who’s from Tokyo.  She was helping out Diane Pernet (internet fashion saviour) in Paris, and also with production for supercool accessories people, 1-100 by Graham Tabor and Miguel Villalobos.  It felt very equestrian.  Horse hair one offs – pictured, and men’s bracelets which are individually molded from wax.  Very craft.  Very horseshoe.  Very cool.  Whilst we shared some lovely charcuterie, Akiko found out it had been scooped up by superbuyer, Sarah Lerfel of Colette before they even opened their showroom.  Where Colette start, others follow, so my friend, Akiko Hamaoka is going to be having a busy time.

Here are some images of the one offs:

Akiko is on the left.  This pic was taken in a noodle bar emergency stop in Tokyo last year.  Next to her are Karen Kay (lovely lady journalist) and Jonathan Margolis (gadget man on the FT) – I was writing pieces for Dazed, Creative Review and The Guardian.

I didn’t take pics myself yesterday of Akiko nor myself.  So I can tell you what she wore – a gorgeous little pink jumper (very factory made), knitted track bottoms (alot of the girls on the Eurostar were also doing this, pink Reebok hightops, military jacket and mohair scarf.  Pastel colours.  She’s so beautiful.

I wore, the same as the Shoreditch House pic the other day with different boots (the rock n roll brown ones with a heel low enough to wander down the Port de Champs Elysees for about five bridges on nothing more than 8 horse chestnuts) and an aran Chloe cardigan from a few seasons ago. Must be something in the fashion ether (or Chloe and Stella and Celine) because there was a clear trend among the younger fashion pack for wearing oversize beige/camel arans and thin belts.  Ai.

128 ShowMeTheMoney House

Fashion, Film

Ooo, Tatjana Anika!  Seamless swimwear, figure enhancing micro-stripes, boned strapless bikinis, gorg one-piece – they’ll be with us in March (via Net A Porter and elsewhere).  The new label had a little showcase at Morton’s on Berkeley Square.  No photos, shoulda, didnae.  This lurrrrvely promo pic is from the series they took from Roger Taylor’s boat in Atlantis, Ibiza (where I once thought the answered lived). The reason we went was because one of the girls is a former student of mine, and I’m very proud of her.

Also today, a screening for Nick Moran’s second feature, The Kid.  I once interviewed him, or took some students down to a perfume prize thing at The Dorchester, and he said he liked my shoes (white Converse in about 2002), and I’ve thought he’s alright ever since.  We met again in Cannes at the Replay party at the Style Star Lounge, and I am happy to recommend THE KID for a slice of non-sentimental realism.  I preferred it to many council estate dramas because it was genuine.  It’s the story of the bestselling book by Kevin Lewis, whose parents used to kick the shit out of him.  Nick grew up in a ‘tin roof’ estate in South Oxley, Essex, and they shot this around the corner. I thought it had a great sense of place and music through the 70s and 80s (far less romantic club scenes than retro rose-tinted shades often see).  Some people found it tough viewing, but the more believable something, the less I cry.  This may be due to the fact I’ve worked in news, and stopped when I realised I was fast becoming harder than a porno cock.   I think empathy hits a different nerve to suspension of disbelief.  The violence was telling a story rather than being gratuitous.  Of course I could find things to critique, but for a film with such talent involved, I’d know better than that.  To quote my old DJ partners, “Don’t Diss The Disco”.

On a lighter note, we all went down to Shoreditch House after (slags) and one of the party was Russell Brand’s dad, Ronnie.  It was hard to know who imitiates who, but he’s a top guy with a book coming out next year with David Baddiel.  For Father’s Day, perhaps.  Hmmmm.

My personal happiness for this day is getting the insurance through to replace my stolen iPad.  It didn’t have the work I’d lost, but I’m delighted to take it to Paris rather than my ten tonne laptop.

Clobber:  Boots & jacket, Alexander McQueen.  Skirt worn as dress, Phool (it was my mum’s, I can’t believe she FINALLY gave it to me).  Brooch, from somewhere, I can’t remember, it’s been around for years and it’s bizarre because I don’t totally like it but there’s something cool that brings me back to it.  Tights, by Wolford (girls, if there’s one thing to invest in at this time of year, don’t bother with oil shares, put it in your tights drawer).

123, easy as splatters and stripes


I don’t need to go out because I can watch it on Facebook, I have serious amounts of work to do, so I sadly missed London legend, Wildcat Will’s art show (aka William Blanchard, it turns out), The Smash & Grab premiere in Shoreditch, Milan flights, oh everything darling, I missed everything.  I have been rediscovering the sounds of Greg Ashley,  Medicine Fuck Dreams  LOVE IT.  and The Horrors.

Waistcoat, old as the hills, a gift from a fashion student when I did my art foundation at Kingston, it’s been customised with bleach and studs, and stitching on the reverse.  The shorts were bought at Knickerbox (remember that) in Liverpool Street, over 10 years ago.  I still love them.

122 Leopard brain


My cerebral muscle is throbbing after a few days hard swotting for some consultation work.  I’ve munched through 5 academic tomes, and now I leave for the bath and my clean leopard towel, from Marks & Spencer, last year…

I am going to luxe out with products, then fall asleep with some uber-geeky R4 re-run via the BBC iPlayer.

Next week I’m in Paris for a few shows and a meet up with a friend.  Fare thee well.

121 angels


Tribute to Zara Gorman, Bjork and McQueen…it’s a cycle helmet on my head…I made hats for a while as a teenager, it was a simple affair of cutting velvet circles over and over again…

here’s Gorman’s far more advanced millinery masterpieces…oooh, there’s a lovely spread in this month’s Dazed & Confused that draws shapes of fashion, it’s very much up Andy Serkis’ street – I interviewed him a while ago about his new CGI/motion capture studio 

115 haircuts and this could be the won


Some people are a little mysterious, and I didn’t realise that the Johnny Russell who I knew was cutting my friend Kelli Ali’s hair, was the same one I knew from my nefarious days on the dancefloor…well, bob’s yer uncle and the BBC’s yer auntie, I was escorting my Tantric Tourist, Dana, around town pursuing a haircut of the finest sort, and in we walk to BLOWW and there is the hairdresser/DJ  himself.   I think he’s rather good.

Today, I fly in their cape.

Dana and I then met with Kelli, who I hadn’t seen since she’d been recording in LA, had a lovely lunch and inspiring, honest day at the office…hurr hurr hurr.  I came back and hit my keyboard into submission till now.

Dana Tonelli, star of TANTRIC TOURISTS and travelling friend, Sue Gomez.

Kelli Ali, go on buy her music

114 desks and this ain’t one

Fashion, Fiction

Indeed, Geoff Nicholson, writer of multi-novels, sayeth something like ‎”multi-desks mean multi-productivity”… rooms offer views.  Most writers have rooms, right, I love the Guardian feature about the desks novelists spend all their years at (and the lovely story by Nicholas  Royle in Ambit 198).  I had a desk, but it’s packed up, had to make the room look like a bedroom for the estate agents, so I’m proper hot desking, which I’ve always done, and always will.  I am someone who can write anywhere, the tube being a favourite. I hate wasting time.  I hate repeating.  I hate life passing in stasis.  Some may call that hyperactive, yup, look at the amount of places I’ve worked…and by the way, I am getting close to uploading summer shots from Spain and Ibiza (the missing days), I had a camera nicked as well as my iPad (with a month of work), so lost a load of shots and it’s taken longer to sort through the shots from elsewhere…thanks for your time. My best desk is my duvet.

Betty Smith jeans, as before.  Boots, Zara via Oxfam.  T-shirt, free with Elle magazine a few issues back.

Day 113 in Kirsty’s glamorous life

Fashion, Tantric Tourists

Lunch at the Wolseley in Piccadilly with one of the stars of Tantric Tourists, the film we made in India that we’re close to signing the international deal on.

Dana’s grasp on the surreal translates as superb one-liners, she’s a total star, I hope to add a picture of her soon but she’s in the movie (I will of course let you know when it’s out!)  It’s a pleasure to have her in London, making the film was such a blast but so full-on, we had a tincy crew.  After lunch we had a look in Gray’s Antique Market, best for specialist urgency (ie. there are cheaper places but it’s easy).  Classic pieces of jewellery.  We parted company, I proofread an excerpt of my novel to be published by Ambit in their next issue, and worked on more of my book, then we re-met with the director of Tantric Tourists, and Dana’s friend who she’s travelling with.  Top Indian care of the lowkey Woodlands.  I’d been up working till 3am, and woke by an estate agents at 9am.  I love dreaming, back to it.

Brogues, TopShop (though we sneaked into Beatrix Ong today and she has got some corkers).  American Apparel socks.  Stones T-shirt (yeah, I know, I’ve been wearing it for days, but it’s one of my oldest favouritist Ts), skirt by Alexander McQueen.  Leather, Mcqueen.  Grubby make-up.  I may clean up my eyes soon.

DAY 104


So, did you miss my vain challenge?  I’ll be uploading all the outfits from my internet-free time in fiesta-land and Ibiza in the coming while.  If you’re looking at this on a stolen iPad, I’d like you to send it round sharpish…  I’ve lost my novel and hadn’t backed it up.  It’s difficult to express my disappointment as the month away to work on it was my highlight of the year. It  was stolen from a hire car outside Space in Ibiza.    I thought I was leaving the car in a desert, but since I was last at Space in 1998 it’s turned into a rife little corner of action. It seems more than ironic that Space is where the protagonist’s life changes.  So I’m starting from scratch in a cold London.  I’m wintered up.  Peppering my time with scouting out fantasy properties for sale in Ibiza.  If any of you want a house in deepest West London, ours is on the market.

Chloe cords, Ed Hardy T-shirt, Garfield sweat shirt from Oysho in Spain.

Garfield makes me laugh.  Tropic Thunder tonight did too.

67 cowgirls


I’m on the road to nowhere…self-loathing and narcissism collide on this self-sacrificial slab as I wear a dress bought in a charity shop in Chiswick, the one on Turnham Green which specialises in retro booty…the history of this dress dates back to when I wore it for the Tantric Tourists preview premiere at the East End Film Festival, which it went on to win – the film, yeah, not the dress…[Update on the film -we’re close to signing the US distribution deal], and necklace from Hot Diamonds, feet flaps by Hippo Bloo, as before…I’m sloping out for the summer, and have best intentions of  bleurging as I go…with an AiiiPad, and a mobile and walking stick, hi ho, hi ho…

58 degrees


I love this T-shirt.  It’s about ten years old from Mendoza on Brick Lane.  The fan is from Tokyu Hands in Tokyo.  I’m also wearing pink shorts.  The light bulb pull-cord is from a pine warehouse just outside of Reepham in Norfolk.  My bathroom mirror was made by a guy who’s now retired but used to furnish the royal palaces.

53 pieces of your finest couture cake please


An e-pology to Gemma Peppe, manager of the Get Tested campaign at The Hep C Trust (also, longtime friend) – I could not save you a bite of chocolate brownie at The Clerkenwell Kitchen when when we met earlier today prior to my introducing you to the gorgeous Kerry Haynes of Haynes PR…it was whay too unctuous and moussey and perfectly crisp on top and was gone by the time you arrived…every slice on the tray had my name upon it like a fortune cookie, my destiny is to buy more fortune cookies, and to jack more of this fine specimen of chocolate brownie to my face every time I’m in the hood.  Oh no, you arrived, did I have chocolate all over my face?Lipstick, YSL.  Black & white mohair poncho, Marks & Spencer.  White skirt, McQ.  Earrings, bought from a Massai on the Ngorongoro crater in Tanzania.

The gorgeous Gemma Peppe

Shoes, Nicole Farhi.  Skirt, McQ. T-shirt, customised Sadie Frost for the Hep C Trust.

Bandeau, American Apparel.

49 hairy toes


I got a funny pair of shoes in Africa, they’re hairy.  I’ll show them to you sometime.  But these are pretty goat-esque, non?  Boy George wants a pair:
Gorgeous chef Gizzi Erskine will soon be revealed wearing the KTZ A/W10 dress.

All from Kokon To Zai.  Shoes in stock now.  Love from a hot London.

48 galleries, but tonight’s top three are…

Art, Fashion, Journalism

6pm:  Stuart Shave Modern Art: sophisticated, chic & beautiful.  My favourite gallery owner in London.  23/25 Eastcastle Street, London W1W 8DF.  The new show is called Damned Women by Lara Schnitger.  It takes a Yinka Shonibare twist on figurative work combining fabric and stencilled Fiona Rae plaid sofas, painted candleabras and naughty licking horses. She works in LA.  Lucky girl.

7pm: East End Promise at the RED GALLERYOur History and Paul Sakoilsky have taken it upon themselves to big up the cultural migrants to Shoreditch from 1985 to current day.  On arrival, the picture above taken in the 1990s by my fiance, Alexander Snelling shows the occasion when a partygoer named Mole fell from the 3rd floor roof of The Bricklayers’ Arms.  The car saved his life.  The exhibition is a collage of faces and scenestarters.  There’s a particularly beautiful painting by Mark Jones I’d recommend…

8pm: Black Rat Press: Run by Mike Snelle and Sarah Morgan, these free radicals are injecting a contemporary patina to street arts by selecting the most successful artists.  This week they sold one Banksy for megabucks, but there are sketches for a few hundred quid.   It’s a cool space, round the back of Cargo on Rivington Street, and they’ve installed a shop selling their books.  Tonight was a launch for Street Studio – The Place of Street Art in Melbourne, published by Thames and Hudson.

TOMORROW (FRIDAY 9th) the ultimate gallery to land in, beyond these, will be the The Outside World on Redchurch Street as owner, Cate Halpin tells me they’re hosting a Mario SCHWAB sale from 12-9pm…TASTY!

White jacket, Alexander McQueen.  Leather skirt, Alexander McQueen.  Shoes, Joyca.  Lace top, American Apparel.  Shades, Celine.

44 stars and stripes


Yesterday I said 42 days since Canada Day, durrrr, like no, not slightly…I’m numerically dyslexic at the best of times, but what I meant was FORTY, full stop, 2 days since Canada Day…but adding to enthusiasm for other cultures…check out today’s jumper, it’s for American Independence Day, July 4th…vive la navajo, cowgirls and boys.

Jumper, Laltramoda.

43 days too late for Canada Day


This post is dedicated to the people of Canada (and was particularly requested by Helen Barker-Earley  of Halifax, Nova Scotia).  I was supposed to post a red dress on July 1st because I understand all patriotic maple leaf lovers do something similar…late, here’s a dress I wore ages ago, which is in fact a bedspread, for Oxfam, but it’s red.  The stylist and designer Fiona Doran aka Mrs Jones also made me into wallpaper for the Camden Oxfam boutique she kitted out…I’m still there, plastered to the walls.  

The other outfit for today is my Burgon and Ball fork and trowel.  Shirt by Antik Batik.  Shorts by Joseph.  Black micro waistcoat, Stradivarius.  Belt with religious iconography, used to belong to the designer Mat Maitland, he got it in New York, I swapped it for a mini-amp for the guitar and a Hysteric Glamour T-shirt.

35 prayers to the wardrobe

Fashion, Music

Newspapers, if it weren’t for the flags on the outside of the buildings they’d be like any other open plan offices, they never live up to the excitement portrayed in The Paper, but they have a noir-ish attraction, guess it’s the power and the deadlines…so today, after I returned from the excitement of a meeting with the best newspaper in Britain, I got in, threw the shackles of  clothes to the floor, then thought, oh man, I’ve not done my blog…I put on an apron, the pictures looked the wrong side of pornographic (like readers’ wives), so here’s one of the outfits that didn’t make it out of the door for the meeting, I didn’t wear it, because, uhm, well, it’s totally inappropriate.

Shoes, Nadia by Beatrix Ong (woooo, many on sale,

Long top, as dress, Chronicles of Never.  Leather braided tunic, Todd Lynn.

Eyeshadow, Black Star by Chanel.

The lovely picture below was taken by Dougie Wallace,

Also on my travels today, I fell into a church, I often do this, the one on the bottom end of Hanover Square…but how could I possibly resist this one…St Andrew-by-the-Wardrobe…c’mon, pray to the wardrobe.

The photos below fell off my camera whilst I was downloading the Wardrobe Church images…Pictured, Micko Westmoreland (who was the brilliant Bowling Green in the 90s) and now does some very cool stuff,, collaborating with his friend who spends much time delivering art therapy to people in head recovery, with foil covered geodesic shields being the best solution to mental illness of any kind…taken at The Betsy Trotwood a couple of Sundays ago at the Ivor Cutler tribute gig.  Cutler collaborated with The Beatles on The Magical Mystery Tour film, playing Buster Bloodvessel, the bus driver…

The 32nd day

Art, Fashion

Socialist networking, pet networking…what would Guy Debourd and Salvador Dali do on the internet?Ignoring it or taking captives?  For me, Facebook is the modern day park bench (many of my schooldaze were spent on them), a place to talk complete nonsense, albeit in a very public place…yesterday, Dana Tonelli, star of Tantric Tourists (the film I’ve produced for my lover, Alexander Snelling, out later this year if the US deal pans out correctly) did the kind thing of posting a picture of her horse in a hat, further to a nonsense conversation.  The lovely Kate Halpin of The Outside World gallery in Redchurch Street, Shoreditch, then followed suit, and hats, with a picture of her dog, Bambi, wearing a hat of stuffed toys…we dubbed it International Animal in Hats Day.  May there be more of them.

Tonight I am going to see the Sebastian Horsley play at the Soho Theatre.  It is a week ago since I saw Sebastian at the launch party.  It will be bizarre.  As he would undoubtedly wish.Shoes, Dolce & Gabbana.  Dress, Lois Woman.  Necklace, India.  Lipstick, Dolce & Gabbana.

Take 31

Fashion, Nightlife

In this era when everyone can be their own TV presenter, critic or media punk, it’s good to get down with the prankster folk, even if they’re sponsored by Diesel.  Last night’s gig at Civic Solstic was totally fly, Shoreditch carpark transformed to pagan paradise (yeah, I’m sure the Christians stole that idea too), twinkling fairylights, candles, hay, and the organiser, Gary Fairful getting married to fellow Hoxtonite, Mr Ping Headcoat.  Oh, so many bloggers and medyah to witness…more photos later this week, but here are a couple, and my dear old best friend in the world, Andy Fraser, at the Old Blue Last after.  Today my life, and hopefully not my RSI shoulder, have been transformed with the AiiiPad.  Viva la cafe life.  Been reviewing my novel.  And I went to yoga, hence the garb.

Gary Fairful, Johnny BlueEyes & Ping Heathcoat at Civic Solstice

Will one of you young pretty girls at the Old Blue Last please marry Andy Fraser?

NB.  I take most of these pictures with my web cam, so sometimes require a stick, as there’s only three seconds to pose…

Boots – new to me, orig from Zara, bought in Southfields Oxfam; stripey socks, Tesco; shorts, Rudolf Dassler for Puma a few years ago; grey vest M&S, black vest H&M.  Necklace by R Jewellery (see previous entries).

27 Dandies Dancing

Fashion, Nightlife

…in their graves.   Sebastian Horsley is dead.  Overdose.  Crack and smack sandwich.  I’m sad because he was gentle and I thought I was at the beginning of a journey with a new friend.  I thought there’d be time to get to know him.  He seemed jagged and overwhelmed on Wednesday at the party celebrating his life as a bio-play at Soho Theatre, and his gaze was off-centre.  I hate that look.  It’s vulnerable.  And tonight, at the rock n roll tailor, Mark Powell’s shop opening on 2 Marshall Street in Soho, one of Sebastian’s best friends, Robert Pereno, was angry.   He is someone who understands the jagged look.  You know I’m not a social photographer, there are plenty to do that, perhaps you’ll see more from the opening here:

But to business, there’s a poem below, perhaps appropriate for Michael Wojas’s funeral yesterday, and many more for the future…and there’s a supercool exhibition of classic photos at Mark Powell’s, I’d recommend it if you’re in the hood.  I took curator and designer, Wilhelm Finger who has the Double Decker agency.  He’s pictured, I have no idea what he’s wearing, but he always looks gorgeous.  Guga, his boyfriend, who works in La Maison/VIP shopping at the new Louis Vuitton store does buy him nice presents.

My shoes are from New Collection in Phnom Penh; dress from a charity shop in Axminster; scarf, left at my house by Kelli Ali; bracelet, gift from Patrick at La Lanta, Koh Lanta,; jacket, Alexander McQueen; hat from Tubbs (see previous entries), glasses, Celine.  The bag is vintage Mulberry.  The cherry earring was from a boutique jewellers on Upper Street a few years ago.  I made the other earring.

Wilhelm and I then went over to the Ray Lowry exhibition at the Idea Generation gallery on Chance Street (Lowry designed the London Calling cover), missed it, but went to the after party at the Horse and Groom, saw one song by John Moore Trio (he played drums in Jesus & Mary Chain after Bobby Gillespie left tells my source, Fortune Teller Press).

Also today, I saw my school girlfriends for lunch.  I love them.  They talk about Time Out, I talk about Time Out, the only difference is they’re talking about something they do to their children and I’m talking about the magazine…

High Society Funeral

It’s another high society funeral

What you gonna wear?

Gonna make it look like you care –

Or like you’ve been crying since dawn for the guy you met once

At a club

Too late to devote, a love never known

Burning or burial,

How does it compare with the one, last week

You know why he’s here?

Did you snort the ashes, or scatter?

Was there a sponsor at the wake? Sorry, who was there?

I was.

26 photographs waiting to be taken

Art, Design, Fashion, Politics

Knickers.  It’s what makes or breaks an outfit.  

This dress is soooo freaking amazing, I’m not gonna show it to the blog until I can get a decent photograph of it.  My web cam is not up to the job.  But darlings, a million people have been taking my picture in it (yeah, alright, I wore it to Seb Horsley’s thing last night too)…but it’s so good, I had to wear it again today. Pictured here, on the roof of Shoreditch House, Alexander McQueen dress, shades by Oliver Peoples (there’s a story to them, another time perhaps), earrings from a charity shop. I had lunch in Shoreditch House with Tyrone Walker-Hebborn from Genesis Entertainment, and the Genesis Cinema near Whitechapel tube (the only 5 screen indie in London, I think, possibly the country).  We hadn’t seen each other since Cannes, schweedie. There’s a lovely story about the cinema and why Tyrone owns it – his mum and dad went there on their first dates, named their son after a movie star, Tyrone someone or other, then after grafting in the family roofing business, Tyrone came down from his ladder, and bought the place.  He’s now sold the roofing business but will go far higher.  Nice evening too, met some great people, caught up with others from yonks ago at a launch for Create -promoting arts across five East London boroughs, co-ordinated by a fabulous chick, Anna Doyle.  Got a cab home and had a kebab for dinner.   Classy.

Day 23, lazy poetry afternoon

Fashion, Poetry

Top outing eastward yesterday. Groovers and movers collected for PR shaker Letitia Thomas’ birthday at the Britannia on Victoria Park, owned by Cymon Eccles who used to run Boys Own, and runs the Griffin in Shoreditch.  He’s also opening a new bar, XOYO in Old Street in September – ai, you heard it here.  I used to DJ for him in Riki Tik’s in Soho on Friday nights.  Then went to a house party further east, more of a warehouse party, full of beautiful gay men.  On the streets when the host Oover Matic walked me to my vehicle, there were circus kids hoping to catch women in hoola hoops, drunk lost Mexicans, and many a freak.  Today I venture forth to Islington, for Lazy Gramophone, and then down to the Betsy Trotwood for Ivor Cutler.

Wearing:  Black Jeans, Alexander McQueen.  Check It Before You Wreck It t-shirt, designed by Sadie Frost for the Hep C Trust, customised by myself, all down the side.  American Apparel bandeau.  Shoes from Oxfam.  Jacket, McQueen.  Lipstick, Nars Heatwave.  Hat, Tubbs (see previous entry).

Twenty doolally days

Art, Fashion, Nature

Wearing a German 80s kaftan from a Spanish car boot fair, Terry de Havilland heels, ridicularse shades from Tokyu Hands and pom poms made for a shoot with Paloma Faith, I was posing around the house for my daily photo:Then I heard the phone go in the garden…I missed the call, but heard my sun and sand calling me, so I tried to connect…

‘So good to hear from you, last time we spoke must have been when we met in Zanzibar’

and then I had an ice cream. For all you fashion boppers out there, the Beatrix Ong summer sale begins with an exclusive preview from 4pm today at her Newburgh Street store.  YUMMY.

There’s also something fun going on in Somerset House…


ner ner ner ner nineteen


House day, it takes me ten minutes to trash my place from loft to foundations, a day to sort it out.

Vest from the Russian Market in Phnom Penh.  It came with a Gap label.  I also cut out the neck.  I hate it when stripes don’t match.  Cue horror trailer voice, “WHEN STRIPES DON’T MATCH” . Jeans, KTZ. Belt, from local charity shop.

Day 18s and over only

Design, Fashion, Music, Poetry

Up the nylon carpeted stairs of 71 St John Street, past the PYMCA and Espionage offices is the new Biba.  The Mrs Jones Emporium provides salvage to rock stars and rockette starlets, from Paloma Faith to Kylie.  With a plastic flower strewn roof garden, living-room style hairdressing salon, and full transform-your-lifestyle kit shop, you have entered the entrancing world of my pal Fee Doran (aka Mrs Jones).  It’s a mantric chamber to leather, feathers, silks and tails.

There are clothes (many have been worn by musicians, various designers), interiors (brilliant collabs with furniture maker Louis Baker and others), alongside various art (including gorgeous Indian god prints by Crazy Girl),  It’s pure Mr Ben.  Fee’s style is the best amalgam of magpie vintage, from Woodstock to Studio 54, Essex hairdresser to Shepherd’s Bush Market.  I love her, and her dog, Ruffles, or something, currently sporting  orange tiger stripes.  Fully recommended.  Prices start at £7, for an eggcup reading ‘you’re doing my head in’There’s a full story with Mrs Jones that I did a while ago here… (you’ll have to root around between other interviews all done for

Also on my travels today, fell into Darkwave on Lamb’s Conduit Street.  Inspiring interiors.  After a peppermint tea in The Bloomsbury Lounge I went to a lesbian moustache convention, sorry, a poetry gig, read something, then finally got to see Woman E who bring drama to electronica, in a good way.  Rennaisance being my fave track today, with the rap, ‘90s throwback, panic attack’…perhaps.

Woman E.  Putting the E into EuroElectronica.

Today, pictured in the Blooomsbury Lounge of the Perseverance pub on Lamb’s Conduit Street, wearing: Alpuharran poncho, available in good tourist shops in the mountains near Orgiva, Spain.  Aubergine leather boots, McQueen.  Catsuit, American Apparel.

A lady looking for freedom in Hoxton a few nights ago

Cooler than a smack sorbet, John Foxx, playing his Analogue show on Saturday.

See post, Day 15, White Out at the Roundhouse

Louis Eliot and the Embers: from last night, my mum would like it too.  R2, get on it!

See post ‘She was just 17’

Day she was just 17


Today’s lecturing costume lacked conviction.  Later I intend to bust some shorts and stripes down at the Ladbroke Grove astanga class, then check out Louis Elliot and the Embers at the Borderline…I will slope off for coffee or perhaps a bowl of Singapore Laksa between ventures at C&R in Rupert Court, and do some writing.

I featured Louis in a round-up of future talent in a fashion magazine called Scene where I used to edit , and roll up in the bottom of the fashion cupboard in my darker days.  Louis was then in a band called Rialto.  Alongside him were Lauren Laverne, Charlie Dark, and a few others I’d have to look in the archive for…

Dress, charity shop in Denia, Spain.  Leather, Alexander McQueen.  Jeans, True Religion. White pumps, TopShop. Bag, in foreground, SuperLovers.

Day 16, I am lighting candles for Marjan Pejowski

Art, Fashion

Okay, so the bonus of styling is getting to try on cool clothes.  Here I am in a beautiful Autumn/Winter 2010 jacket by Marjan Pejowski. Available from Kokon Tozai later this year.

Also wearing lace top from Beyond Retro, leggings from the sale rail at H&M and a hat which used to belong to an infamous London club promoter of the 90s, Tubbs – I inherited the hat when I moved into his old flat in Exmouth Market over ten years ago…sadly I no longer live there, which made it difficult to attend the Art Car Boot Fair in Brick Lane today, combined with a fear of bombing up the A40 for the zillionth time this week.  I loathe repetition (as my students would more than happily attest), and I’d trashed the house so was locked indoors all day, making bridges out of water bottles over rivers of clothes.

Thanks to Kelli Ali for the photo.

Day 15, White out at the Roundhouse

Fashion, Music

Oh no, the birds are tweeting morning.  Just back from John Foxx, I’m in one of his films, y’know, Tiny Colour Movies. Foxx is the original synth pioneer.  Cool as lights in a tunnel.  Gary Numan DJed for him tonight at the Roundhouse, late, stuck in his CAR, ironically.  Took Kelli Ali, hung out with Eric Stein from Cult With No Name.  Showcase of classic pieces like Underpass and The Quiet Man, alongside Glastonbury-raveworthy new pieces with  Paul Daley and Benge (who’s recent album 20 Systems charts 20 different synths, historically)…Great visuals, diverse set, analogue styleee, using machines notorious for going off pitch, immaculately controlled.

What did I wear?  White.  Most people were in black…Skirt and jacket, Alexander McQueen.  Two vests, one underneath, Abercrombie & Fitch, one on top reading ‘Punch Drunk & In Love’, Blue Blood.

Day 14, Duvet head

Art, Fashion

I’m hiding under a duvet, Egyptian cotton, of course…

Met a Madame Hair yesterday, she said ‘Can I take your photo?’  Met another guy, who cleans streets, he was like, why do you dress so weird- I was deeeelighted, hadn’t shocked anyone for years.  A tutu makes one feel more vulnerable than anything…not something to hide in and no, I didn’t go out in those boots, I wore flat pumps. We ended up in the Landmark Hotel, drinking tea till the sun came up.

Jacket, Alexander McQueen, Tutu, Beyond Retro, T-shirt, designed by Sadie Frost, customised by myself, The Hep C Trust, Belt, to order, Belt Buckles Galore.

Other news from Kirsty’s Glamorous Life, ran into Jonny Halifax twice yesterday – the first time was literal, I drew to a halt across a zebra crossing, the next was at the Subway Gallery (ammmmazing Bob Grouen video that’s never been released, and photos that made me feel I was in CBGBs in the times I went there to emulate).  Jonny’s working on a Creation Records documentary, but he’s also a wild one man band, Honkeyfinger.  We go back like a time machine.

Madame Hair has an exhibition at 196 Brick Lane til June 14th

Bob Gruen til 26th June,  Subway Gallery, Joe Strummer Underpass, Edgeware Road,

Life is a long catwalk. Day 12.


Another late night post.  Patara in London’s Greek Street hosted Kelli Ali and myself this evening for cocktails and amazing food, it was a celebration for Taste of London (17-20th June, Regents Park).  Patara do cooking classes in Fulham, £20 for lunch and learning how to cook it, Thai-styleee.  Nice.  We’d been on the road all day, tracking down elusive perfection for this shoot tomorrow.  Nice.

Clothes today: white movie star trousers, Cockell & Johnson, vintage, used to belong, and fit, Kris Needs.  Black vest, Replay.

Late legs eleven…


On Thursday I’m styling a job for a friend who used to shelter me from tarnishing in the bleak midsummer nights of London, Gemma Peppe.  She’s a top flight trouper, a (former) midnight looper and is the lynchpin to The Hep C Trust – they’re like the 21st century Terence Higgins Trust, bringing light to a disease which can kill; Hep C chomps at livers till they stop working, but 50% of cases are curable, and some people banish the gnarl from their body through mysterious majik, it’s definitely  something that can be avoided, and Gemma’s mission is to bring awareness…

We’re working with a cultured pop star/photographer, and a raft of celebrities.  I’m not allowed to say anything else, but it’s great fun…all will be revealed in the coming months…today I picked up hats from Stephen Jones, one of which I’m wearing below, and a heap of other fabulous stuff which I’ll share some of shortly…

Note the reading material : THE ALL NEW BOOK CLUB BOUTIQUE ANTHOLOGY, featuring some really good writing, and myself.  Available at the Book Club Boutique in London, or at festivals over the summer.  Let me know if you’d like a copy and I will attempt to arrange it.  The Book Club Boutique is the foremost literary night in London, run by my old swordswordwoman, Salena Godden.

Hat, Miss Jones by Stephen Jones.  Goth lace collared chiffon top, Alexander McQueen. White ski top, Scarlett Johansen for Reebok.  Black jeans, as per the past two days – and still with a little stretch, ace.

I crippled by toes by failing to put on socks with my six inch heels, I was in such a hurry to leave the house in Louise Bourgeois-esque legs, RIP.

Because it’s a bit of a lame picture, here’s some from the roadtrip down to Cannes recently.  I’ll do the lowdown on the clothesdown when they appear in future postings…thanks folks. x

Hang 10…working, on a Bank Holiday?


To maintain my glamorous life, I have to work…rubbish, huh?  One of my current gigs is lecturing a few times a week at a private college in Notting Hill (MA to HND) in writing, journalism, film, media and cultural studies.  Even on Bank Holidays.

Today, I’ve rolled out of bed into yesterday’s jeans and top, plus a ‘working’ white shirt to give some air of formality.  I’ll talk you through what hangs around my neck…on day 10…

Longest chain, Hot Diamonds.  Ganesh on silver chain, a gift bought in San Fransciso.  Monkey locket, R. Wasp or bee enamel necklace, made to order at Celtic Gold, Peel, Isle of Man (they do some lovely Archibold Knox designs – he was one of the Nouveau jewellery designers who defined Liberty’s work in that period).,,

Kirsty’s glamorous life. Day nine.


Outfit One: J-Lo PJs.  My parentals fled.  Outfit Two: Replay Jeans, peach long sleeve T and old Great China Wall ‘Brookville’ hoody.  Writing.  Outfit Three: Mechanic overall with oil paints.  Decorating badly.  Outfit Four: pictured below.  Lunch for Babette’s birthday with her mum, hubby Robert Pereno, his shipbuilding father, and Sebastian Horsley and Scarlett Carlos Clarke.  Walk in St James’ Park, in some of Babette’s lovely flip-flops.  She’s a great personal shopper and interiors lady.

Jeans, Alexander McQueen.  Top, Joseph.  Shirt, Antique Batik. Shoes, Terry de Havilland.  Jewellery, Shaun Leane and various others.,,,,

I’ve done a week of this…seriously?


I went out in this skirt once today – it’s the kind of inelegant thing that rises to distraction.  Can’t spend any time on my phone because I’m pulling it down my thighs…I forgot my cash for the McQueen sale, and had to return home, I’ve left a parcel in the Post Office in Notting Hill to pay for too…eeek, totally impractical things to be running around in, but it’s SATC day, so urrr, whatever…YES, THIS SHORT…and I lectured this morning…that’s why I put the jacket on…Jacket, Narciso Rodriguez.  Dresses, layered, American Apparel.  White stiletto cowboy boots, not seen…,

Day six. Life is a self-operated catwalk.


My laptop is taking these pictures, hence the clenched fist – I have to hurl myself far enough away from the screen in a countdown of one, two, three…click…          
Bloc/Mad Max sunglasses – Oxfam, Notting Hill Gate;  stripey Alpujarran poncho – a really high place in southern Spain; black dress – charity shop, Chiswick; Nike Air Max 360s – Russian Market, Phnom Penh; locket belonged to a lovely recently departed teacher called Bunty Quayle.  The rings I always wear are by Shaun Lean.,,

Day 4…another sunny day in Kirsty’s wardrobe, and her extremely mature blog


Took the car to the garage for its MOT (only the wheels are going to fall off), wore this…

Liberty shorts by Cacharel’s Corrine Sarrut, this season, cotton cami top, Urban Outfitters, current stock, cardigan bought on the street under a huge flyover in Bangkok.  Red and gold shoes by Joyca, stocked by a lovely lady in Spain with a shop in Pego, near Denia…,,

life in a series of outfit changes, day 3


so my quest for 365 different looks over the next year begins…a girl can try…

Busting out some sound yellow stilettos which we will definitely see more of, these are by the wonderful Terry De Havilland – I borrowed them for a shoot I was roped into styling recently and have adopted them for hard cash.

The dress, bought in Stone, Islington last year. White dogtooth footless tights by Wolford.  Necklace bought on Pahar Gang in Delhi.

Life is a catwalk



My mum says, life is not a fashion parade, but I have an outfit for everyday of the year.

People know me for never seeing me in the same thing twice.  The yogic practice of Niyama means to take pride in one’s appearance.  I do not want to fall victim of what I call ‘freelance pyjama syndrome’-an easy liberty to get used to when working from home, hence, from today, I am going to try to catalogue an outfit per day (and really I often veer towards five, so we’ll see how it pans out)…

I’m just back from a marathon of red carpets in Cannes, so here I am, back in London, in my house-cleaning clothes, although one of the best things anyone ever said to me was ‘I can’t imagine you with a hoover’ (Thanks, Florence Cooper, aged 80, who I used to go and see as voluntary work once a week, I hope you’re not dead, I still use your cake mixer)…

…here I am, living for you, wearing:  a customised Hard-Fi T-shirt, pale cropped jeans gifted by Kelli Ali, rainbow & cloud glasses from the best department store in Tokyo,, flip-flops made with recycled rubber by Hippo Bloo – bought in a market in Bangkok. Mop by Vileda.

Art, Fashion, Journalism, Music


Profiles of The Mighty Boosh, Faris Badwan from The Horrors; Fee Doran, designer for Madonna & Kylie; writer & actress Sophie Woolley; Mr Holy Moly; digital maverick Jonti Picking; designer & musician Jonny Halifax; female director Amanda Boyle; photographer Charlie Gray & doctor of fabric Julian Roberts.


Another rock star has entered the art arena. Kirsty Allison digs out the latest recruit, Faris Badwan (aka Faris Rotter) from The Horrors.

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The Horrors


Rehab 99

On auto Pilot

“I can’t seem to do any work unless I’m under pressure,” announces the very tall Faris Badwan (aka Faris Rotter) from a rooftop on Hoxton Square.

There are two days left before his first exhibition of illustrations in a new gallery on Brick Lane. With a Pilot pen swinging from his neck, joined by a white fur covered lighter and all manner of Victoriana regalia worn in a haute urbane style, he suggests that Pilot should be supplying him with free wares.

“Who knows, maybe that’s my ultimate goal, to get free pens. Actually that would suit me fine”


“When they get blown up, you actually get to see the texture of the pen. The whole point of it is to put it under the microscope.”

As he poises one leg artfully across the other, sitting at a 45 degree profile to the camera, Faris, frontman to the inimitable five-piece, The Horrors, has a presence of aloof genius. His eagle silhouette carries an art school confidence.

We sit at the same level as the flocks of cranes that are creating a new skyline. This is Faris’ former hood: the place that gave birth to his legend. He’s here to have these stylised and heavily worked books scanned before they’re enlarged for a series of limited edition prints.

“When they get blown up, you actually get to see the texture of the pen. The whole point of it is to put it under the microscope.”

The pages contain words and beginnings of poems or lyrics, atomised between spirals and energy lines that shape mini-stories and tales .They’re magical nets, webs that link and weave and wave.

“It all comes from the same place,” he discloses, “I suppose,lyrics are drawn from the drawings I’ve done. They tell stories. Maybe not apparent ones but there’s always some sort of process behind it.”

Getting in on the act

“In all honesty, I really love the course and I’d like to go back, but I’d be equally happy not to go back as it would mean I was doing alright in this field.”

Pete Doherty’s syringe art exhibited recently in West London with £60,000 price tags, enough for a few good nights out. Perhaps now that records fail to sell enough to rack up rock star mansions, art is offering the alternative.

Ronnie Wood, David Bowie, John Lennon, Iggy Pop – there’s a history of one art form feeding the other. And from looking at the William Blake-esque doodles, it becomes painfully obvious that this is the case.

“I did go to St Martins, technically I’m still there,” Faris remarks. “I’ve got the option to return. I’m studying illustration. In all honesty, I really love the course and I’d like to go back, but I’d be equally happy not to go back as it would mean I was doing alright in this field.”

Long road ahead

“I think you can only get so big without compromising your artistic principles.”

So, the band, man. He feels he has felt the biggest rush of success already, about a year ago.

“The amount of people you play to doesn’t just increase infinitely. It goes very fast, then you reach the natural size your band’s going to be.”

“We haven’t quite reached that size yet but y’know, bar massive unexpected commercial success, there is only a certain size that you can be and that’s certainly something that we’re happy with. I think you can only get so big without compromising your artistic principles.”

Without the make-up of the Sisters of Mercy, or as much hairspray as Robert Smith, and with the ironic humour of the 21st century, they’ve got a long road ahead.

“We’re writing the next album. It’ll probably be out in March. We’ll release another single before the end of the year. We’ve got eight new songs after two weeks writing, so it’s going pretty well.”

Don’t mention art history

“You know, art history at school was so fucking boring.”

At art school one is taught the power of individual expression: “Obviously everyone has influences, but mine aren’t really conscious ones, in all honesty,” he admits.

“I don’t think that’s a good thing. I think you are more inspired when you’re looking at other people’s work, but I don’t really go to galleries or know a lot about artists. I know something about the ones I like, but I’m not really a fanatical student of art. I just like doing it.”

“You know, art history at school was so fucking boring. It was such a chore trying to find out when these people were born and I don’t care, y’know.”

He continues, “I hate painting. I used to like it but I find it so, frustrating. For me, I can’t seem to get the rhythm of painting because you can’t draw a straight line. You have to keep putting more paint on the brush and it’s not for me.”

“I like Marcel Dzama. Egon Schiele is probably one of my favourites in terms of human form. Jean Michel Basquiat… he’s completely different, although quite similar in intensity because he used colour.”

“I don’t. But I like the idea of it…horror vacui, the artform where there’s the compulsion to fill every bit of space on the paper. I think that’s funny, the name, the irony there…”

Is that partly where the band’s name came from?

“No not at all, I probably would have called the band Horror Vacui if I’d have known!”


Predictably, at a Q&A with the Mighty Boosh, open to the public/die hard fans skiving from work, there’s the profound question -would the Boosh rather be a band?

Uh, look at them, the new Peter Sellers & Spike Milligan…they roll in an hour late, pint glasses of Coca Cola disguising half a bottle of JD within, one of them’s wearing a cape, and the other is jostling around, half in awe of his own genius, half disgusted.  Uh, yeah, they look like a band. And today’s onstage guests are the American guy, Dave Brown, who plays the show’s zookeeper, Julian’s brother who plays the ape, and the pixie-ish guy who’s like a friend or toy of Aphex Twin, Naboo.  They’ve just come from some kind of performance/fan manhandling event at HMV and they’re about to go on tour, so are they a band yet?  Y’know they make music?  Bill Bailey – is he a musician?

But first, for this event which is being filmed for DVD prosperity by Baby Cow (Steve Coogan’s production company) and myself, somewhat sneakily, if feels, they start at the beginning.  How did they meet?

“Was it in High Wycombe?” asks Noel Fielding?

“The Hellfire Club”  suggests Julian Barrett

“The first thing you ever said to me was “Is your hair on backwards?” You had a suit on and little round glasses, do you remember?”

Julian, the jazz fan, then suggests it was the Enterprise in Chalk Farm, and then there’s talk of an Asylum, the play.  Rich interrupts, says things like ‘You were shooting crack in your testicles’, whilst Julian makes subtle plays on words and Noel explains the male/female aspect important in any comedic duo…

“I am clearly. Yeah, I’m the woman, Julian’s the man”

Talking about the preparation for their first gig together, sponsored by Oranjeboom, Noel paints a Withnail and I picture of no heating, and no curtains – because they made them into costumes.  Julian made a song with a shower head and a lamp, and those rubber shower head tap things for eyes.  That went a bit weird, and the office workers at the gig thought them a little surreal, so they invented some zoo keepers and put potted plants all over the place.

That turned into a pilot, half with audience.  Then it went on radio, and then TV, and then they were doing Brixton Academy, and now they’re doing Wembley Arena.  It should pay the bills.  It’s about getting the props the right size, they say.

A member of the audience asks the band, sorry, comedic duo with session guys who are really part of the group, what sort of album they’d all be; Noel obviously chooses the Stones, Exile on Main Street, one of the best albums of all time, but then, in his bimbo insecurity retreats saying that he’s probably a little more Milli Vanilli.  Julian Barrett goes for Bartok, the mad mathematician classical guru.

Mike Fielding, Julian’s brother chooses Cypress Hill.  Dave Brown, the smartarse, goes for Chaz and Dave.  And rightly so.  Rich then opts Celine Dion.

The Boosh have the raconteuring spirit of all those who spend time on the road, they are quick witted, and at each other like squabbling siblings.

But they’re still after the golden chalice.  Yes, they would love to do a film. “Do you think we should do a film?”  Yes, scream the audience…and what we have to look foward to is a bit Wizard of Oz, a bit Sinbad…Clash of the Titans is good. For Julian, “Anything by Bartok”

Repetition as much of a cornerstone of modern comedy as this band are themselves.



When a popstar/rockstar wants a mega wattage outfit, they can’t go wrong with the Mrs Jones label. Kirsty Allison stitches together this designer’s story.

Suits you

Rocksuits, popsuits and Scissorsuits, Fiona (Fee) Doran’s sewing machine has stitched a compilation album that hits all the peaks of the last decade’s visual music history.

From Kylie’s white comeback mega-hood to The Darkness’s all-in-one beyond-ironic spandex, the girl responsible for the looks that make popstars rock, and the Mrs Jones label, sits in front of me in her West London kitchen creating a couture tale of her career thus far.

Look like a star

“London’s club culture was our home, man. Fee was styling bands in Hoxton, making clothes for shoots with Marcus & Mert and working on a collection called DoranDeacon.”

Fee is a charming, self-deprecating gal who I first met in 90s Shoreditch. She had recorded a track with Tim ‘Love’ Lee called Give Me A Bite of Your Kebab about her Southend upbringing.

London’s club culture was our home, man. Fee was styling bands in Hoxton, making clothes for shoots with Marcus & Mert and working on a collection called DoranDeacon with Giles Deacon whose label, Giles is now toast of the London catwalk.

She then had a head-over-heels love affair with Mark Jones, head honcho of Wall of Sound record. She had a child whose first word was leopardskin, got divorced, and kept the Mrs Jones name, strictly for business.

Fee is currently working on a Mrs Jones collection that takes wearable elements of designs she’s made for stars. This is being sold through the Mensah boutique on Portobello Road, and via their online shop. It gives mortals the chance to dress like pop heroines.

Fee’s first break

“You know who that was…Nick Rhodes from Duran Duran.”

Ext. Portobello Market stall.

‘Poshgirl’ accompanied by Stella McCartney: Oh I love your stuff, darling! Do you think you could make me something?

Fee: Ok, yeah, whatever, here’s my number.

Int. Poshland, making a bird some trousers.

Poshgirl: You must meet my boyfriend!

Boyfriend: What would you make me?

Fee: Oh, probably a little pink mod suit

Boyfriend: I like the sound of that!

Ext. Street outside Poshland:

Fee’s mate: You know who that was?

Fee: No.

Fee’s mate: Nick Rhodes from Duran Duran.

Fee: Oh! You think he liked the story about me sellotaping my gerbil to the record player?!

Dress me up

“When artists start out they just don’t have money, like the Scissor Sisters, and no one will lend them anything.”

Spilling on her first job with musicians, Duran Duran during their White Lines phase, Fee regales the learning curve of how not to style celebs.

“I made the awful mistake of saying, ‘Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.’ They designed these gold plastic suits.”

After working with Duran Duran for six months, taking midnight crisis clothes calls, she then decided to do an opera. After a few years in the wilds of Hoxton she went on to work with international megastars.

“There was Zootwoman, Kylie, Goldfrapp, The Darkness. It wasn’t until I had a baby that I had to get sensible and work everyday and become normal really. It’s always been about making stuff from old stuff, mixing it up with vintage, then cutting up vintage stuff.”

“When artists start out they just don’t have money, like the Scissor Sisters, and no one will lend them anything. You phone up PR companies and they’re like ‘Who? What?’ not even TopShop would lend them stuff. So that’s how it started; if I can’t get it, I’ll make it.”


“Making someone an outfit is not just about the songs, it’s about visual entertainment.”

Switching to the topic of School of Rock, Fee admits, “It’s like being a fairy godmother. On School of Rock I had a vicar’s daughter, I was like, ‘Take yer plaits out love.’ That was brilliant!”

“I’ve done quite a few ads, Bounty ads, Halifax ads…they’re never much fun ‘cos there’s always that continuity shit. I like to go in and out.”

She continues, “Videos are the best really; take a big bottle of whisky and a cowboy boot as a decanter! It’s like being at a club: music going on, people getting dressed up, hanging out with bands and getting drunk, making them do naughty things.”

“Making someone an outfit is not just about the songs, it’s about visual entertainment…so they’re doing it for me in some ways.”


Who is Holy Moly and how did he position himself at the frontline of celebrity gossip with his website? Kirsty Allison uncovers the man who has a knack for getting the tittle-tattle before anyone else does.

Gossip guy

“Is that Kevin Lygo, the head of Channel 4 meeting with the head of Sky One?” asks Holy Moly.

He doesn’t shut up, like a grinning cruise missile his snout twitches with anticipation for gossip, power and media.

Finding Mr Holy Moly has been like a quest for the Holy Grail. His balaclavaed face is masked behind AKA companies and mysterious email addresses. After a tabloid style chase, contact is made with the media mogul, whose newly launched internet TV station has more higher concept content than your average red carpet clip

The man who is stealing the gossip gauntlet from PopBitch and has created the most successful schleb brand since Heat, is elusive, to say the least.

Man in the mask

“Arranging a meeting in his native environment, the place where he preys for his victims, he offers a full house portfolio of private members bars from around London to meet in.”

Arranging a meeting in his native environment, the place where he preys for his victims, he offers a full house portfolio of private members bars from around London to meet in. We settle on Chiswick House, part of Soho/Shoreditch House. It’s just down the road from his former work place, Sky News.

On arrival it’s complicated. “I’m here to meet Holy Moly,” I explain to the concierge. “He wears a balaclava”.

After a few mentions of the celebrity gossip he partakes in, there’s no way I’m going to be allowed upstairs. So I wait for the man in the mask. Zorro is minorly late, there was traffic en route from his office in Chelsea Wharf.

Mystery man unveiled

“I’m not a Perez Hilton wanting to be the star of the show. I’ve got no desire to present my name as the news.”

He’s a classic media-type, attractive, charming, and focused. He’s not wearing the balaclava, but a bristle of stubble and a confidence associated with these clubs.

He has all the style accoutrements of Media Man, an iPhone in one hand, and a Crumpler-type bag with a Mactop in the other. He is our era’s godhead, fusing new media, old fashioned Thatcherite entrepreneurship with loads of trite tittle-tattle about people who are famous for little more than being mysterious enough and freakish enough to get on a reality show.

I wonder if libel is the reason for his disguise, but he cites a more magnanimous answer:

“I’ve got seven or eight full-time staff, a pool of contributors. Credit isn’t all down to me. I’m not a Perez Hilton wanting to be the star of the show. I’ve got no desire to present my name as the news.”

“Secondly, if I was the only person it would make sense. But there are 150 people who send it all in as their own. I’m there to give props to the people who are sometimes risking jobs, and I can say my name and no one knows.” Schneaky.

The whole truth

“More fool them if they speak to me like a piece of shit. A journalist’s job is to let the public know the real truth.”

So Holy Moly could be anything: the dark shadow, the superhero of truth, justice against stupidity and freedom from idiocy.

“I appear as I am when I’m getting stories, as though I have no agenda… More fool them if they speak to me like a piece of shit. A journalist’s job is to let the public know the real truth.”

This frontline mentality is to be admired…it’s successful. Holy Moly has taken the web by storm. Its irreverent disrespect for the art of fame is uniquely humorous and sits as a welcome polarity to the reams of pap paparazzi cheapo jibes.

No stopping him

“We’re not trying to Dennis Pennis them, we’re just trying to point out to them the stupidity of their jobs.”

He remarks, “I see Holy Moly as being anti-celebrity. If there is some integrity to what these people are doing, fair enough. But we do champion people too. We first picked up on Lily Allen in 2004. We scooped Rhianna and Chris Brown, and the Mark Thompson and Jeremy Paxman biting incident.”

You what?

“Mark Thompson, head of BBC, bit a colleague when he was about thirty. Holy Moly got hold of the story through Jeremy Paxman’s team… So alongside publishing the bizarre, and largely unacceptable, Holy Moly is also agenda-setting, but equally irreverent.”

“We turned around to Kerry Katona and asked her if she’d dipped her chips in ketamine. We’re not trying to Dennis Pennis them, we’re just trying to point out to them the stupidity of their jobs.”

It’s not a direct money spinner either. It’s sponsorship led. And sponsorship doesn’t come immediately.

He mentions, “Server bills of £2.5K a month, then there’s a gap which can go on for some time. It’s a sponsorship led medium. It’s not intrusive, and people don’t pay for content.”

“But I don’t see why it should slow down,” he continues. “I’ve been doing it for 5 years. We could take it internationally, India Russia, Australia. The TV thing could be huge. Anyone that watches American Idol will love it. There’s no stopping the growth of the internet.”

And with a family to support, there is no stopping Mr Holy Moly. He’s honest. He’s in it for the money. And why not.


Jonny Halifax has witnessed the pioneering days of promos and has come through on the other side as a rock god of title sequences. Kirsty Allison meets the man making the coolest film graphics on the block.

Also of interest

Jonny Halifax

Jonny on YouTube

Whatver means necessary

Jonny Halifax is England’s rising rock god of title sequences. Born the son of a sailor, he looks like a wane Lemmy and plays a Mac like a slide geetar.

His recent work for Julien Temple showcases his trademark ‘handmade’ style of heavy folk art. He combines After Effects, Motion, drawing, photocopying, “whatever means necessary… the less software based trickery the better.”

Man of many talents

“Whether it’s music, film or art, it’s all a simmering collection of influences, thoughts, ideas.”

Under the daytime allure of The Royal Oak on Columbia Road there’s a backdrop soundtrack similar to Jonny’s own one man band:

“I supported this guy last year,” he comments, sipping on a Leffe. In an industry that relishes individualism, but excellence in only one area, we continue a debate started on email about the realities of being a creative with many talents.

Jonny is a musician who makes the coolest film graphics on the block. He has climbed the promo/ad/tv ladder to get here, kicking down sub-career paths from across the creative sphere.

“Whether it’s music, film or art, it’s all a simmering collection of influences, thoughts, ideas. This can explode into an expression of sound or image, which finds some kind of form. Finally you hone and edit it into a finished work.”

Rite of passage

“Having the front to give it one hell of a go, and hope nobody asked for too much back-up.”

So the medium might be the message, but the process is the same whether it’s a canvas, a story or a song. The medium could be…a jellyfish.

With a history in pop promos with acts like Lo Fidelity Allstars, Goldfrapp, SchwaB, Forward Russia and The Scare, he now sees those experiences as a rite of passage in filmmaking:

“Learning how to use a camera, organise a shoot, get on with other musicians and commissioning editors, make sandwiches en masse, put make-up on men, put up lights, broadcast formats… Well you get the idea… Oh yes, and directing, producing, and editing.”

“It helped that I was working with a like-minded bunch of gung-hos at the time. We called ourselves rather pompously ‘General Lighting and Power’, but that was what it was all about. Having the front to give it one hell of a go, and hope nobody asked for too much back-up.”

“I think that’s a good thing; DIY rules.”

Scrimp and save

“We grew to make probably better promos on a PD150 and load of software filters than we could on 16mm and a load of free meals in Soho post houses.”

General Lighting and Power was a Tomato-type creative cooperative founded by Jonny, Danny and Ezra (now directing at Serious Pictures) and Nic Clear. Located above Dazed and Confused’s offices in Old Street, they worked across the media arts and architecture. They also had a house band.

“When we started making promos the budgets were getting smaller and smaller – what was being made for ten grand in 1997 was being done for one in 2002.”

“Obviously record sales probably dropped off in this period due to the growth of the web, but in that time we grew to make probably better promos on a PD150 and load of software filters than we could on 16mm and a load of free meals in Soho post houses.”

This punk rock ethic, is partly why the collaboration with Mr Temple was a success.

Paving an alternative path in this field, it’s not surprising that Jonny stands out from the crowd with his iconoclastic style.

Jonny Halifax’s current film projects include gfx & titles for: ‘Tantric Tourists’, ‘Silent Sound’- a Jason ‘Spaceman’ Pierce DVD, an Edward Lear series and a Honkyfinger video.


How can you define Julian Roberts? Is he a filmmaker, fashion designer, conceptualist, culture vulture? Kirsty Allison tries to unravel the mystery…

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The SuperSuper


BBC Blast


Show Studio

Suits you

Julian Roberts, aka JulianAnd, is the alternative guru of fashion television, he’s the geek’s Gok Wan, and he’s definitely wearing some trousers. They’re pale black denim, if you’re interested…

A former RA student, and an honorary professor of Hertfordshire University (where he spent three years creating a course, a building and validating his ‘Tunnel Technique’- more of which shortly), Julian has shown 13 different collections at London Fashion Week since the late 90s under several different monikers.

Fitting it all in

“He collaborated with The Royal Institute of Mathematics, who see weird maths in his intuitive patterns, which, they tell him, use negative space.”

As the fashion host of BBC Blast, he serves daily trend missives from Hackney – home of the modern anti-hero. He is someone who will defy cash and the temptations of becoming an LVHM mega-brand for the thrill of the academic and satisfaction of pure art.

Other current projects include designing new vestments for the Archbishop of Canterbury (his dad’s a vicar – it’s all about who you know). He collaborated with The Royal Institute of Mathematics, who see weird maths in his intuitive patterns, which, they tell him, use negative space. He will be touring America where he’ll show people his Tunnel Technique/Subtraction Cutting as phase one, and go into nu wave marketing and distribution for the second phase.

And he’s also recently redesigned the Pizza Express and Nando uniforms. They’re pretty groovy too…mix and match, classic charcoals and blacks. Phew! He speaks quickly, he has to fit so much in his life.

Fashion and film

“I bounce between film and fashion. It’s quite elusive and I see it as a negative sometimes but actually I like being in between things.”

“I like to build something up, then kill it off. I’ll give it all away, destroy the soul, I sold all my patterns online for nothing as a way of moving on.” So he’s the Vincent Gallo of fashion.

“I bounce between film and fashion. It’s quite elusive and I see it as a negative sometimes but actually I like being in between things. Why shouldn’t a fashion designer do film?”I projected a collection on the Natural History Museum and got the people who put Gail Porter on Parliament involved.”

That was his first serious involvement with video. He’s since utilised many different techniques, combining old school 80s computer graphics, projecting them on models and then filming the whole thing and editing together in a very new wave way.

His hip use of video is evolving on the catwalk, although it is yet to cross over from off-schedule to official catwalk selection.

Traditionally in fashion, the clothes do the talking, but equally it is an industry that is famous for being the last to ditch the fax machine. Email has only really having been adopted by design houses in the last few years. So it is possible that JulianAnd style direction, combining video, catwalk and performance will become more widely adopted and integrated.

Stepping out

“We have relentless optimism. It’s about positivity, we’re there to challenge.”

JulianAnd’s other sideline is Super Super. He explains, “This is a loose group of artists, DJs, musicians. I’m creative director of the fashion show we do. We don’t rehearse, that’s part of it.”

“We have relentless optimism. It’s about positivity, we’re there to challenge. It’s about people being too scared to step out of normality and conventionalism, especially with terrorism and things like that. It can be oppressive.”

“I think Super Super is about doing it yourself, looking different. Why not take some risks, play some roles. It’s quite empowering, and I see young people doing that.”

Two seasons old, the SuperSuper show is famous for being extremely long and unorthodox. Combining several different designers, live gigs, and video, it’s like an excursion to the youth club party. The colours and sincerity are on a par with the nu-rave mood of designers like Cassette Playa and House of Holland. Yet this mood is calibrated into a whole movement.

Championing DIY

“When I was growing up in the Seventies, people sewed. Now people buy things from China and forget that these clothes are actually still sewn.”

“There’s a generation gap again,” he says, sipping whiskey sours in the basement of the CrazyBear in London. “When I was growing up in the Seventies, people sewed. Now people buy things from China and forget that these clothes are actually still sewn. I have people asking me, ‘How can I find ethically sourced clothes?’ The answer is make it yourself. I can show you how to do it in 20 minutes.”

Julian’s loathing for the identikit consumerist society we inhabit, and enthusiasm for the current youth cyclone of new invention is very on trend. He is in exactly the right place to be the face to champion the new era of DIY, innovation and individualism.

JulianAnd is fashionable, again. With another collection this season and with Namalee, muse and queen of SuperSuper….TV series, anyone?



Why do people drop down to their knees at the mere mention of Weebl and Bob? Kirsty Allison meets the creator Jonti Picking.

Also of interest

UK Resistance



Albino Black Sheep

No flash in the pan

Jonti Picking is the Picasso of the digital art world. He’s also the Dali, the Chapman brothers and the Vic Reeves.

His regular instalments of uniquely stylised cartoons with characters who have pie obsessions or carry names like Prawn to Be Wild, give many a geek a reason to keep thinking in binary. His site has more hits a second than Stock, Aitken & Waterman ever achieved.

A true Flash don, Jonti’s unique brand of (fairly base) humour proves that geeks are funny.

Okay we knew that, but advanced fans of his Flash toons can get into online chat, moving plots forward and some will even become collaborators, as several of his peeps have done.

He also has a top secret comedy series in development with Channel 4 and some very cute toys that make ideal gifts.

Give him some work

“My style has evolved a little with the greater freedom…I’m no Disney though.”

GEEK FACT: Brian Blessed who played Prince Vultan in Flash Gordon does voiceover in the Documentary That Is About Weebl and Bob, the story about how Jonti developed the legendary cartoon characters, Wobbl and Bob. So why does he use Flash?

“You can make pretty much anything with it, games to animations to web applications. When I started to use it waaaaaay back in days of yore, PCs weren’t as powerful and internet connections were pretty slow.”

” As a result what I used to make was fairly simple. I was looking to keep file sizes down and keep the animations running smoothly.”

“These days you can do a lot more including video and 3D. My style has evolved a little with the greater freedom and also simply by getting better at animating. I’m no Disney though.”

Fans may disagree. He is frequently hailed as a digi-god by new media folk. What does he say about that? “They should give me some work then… baby needs a new pair of shoes.”

Home boy

“It’s pretty cramped so we’re looking into moving into offices where people won’t mind me shouting ‘anus’ into a microphone at various points throughout the day.”

Still working from home, “in a bedroom has more wires and flashing things than NASA’s mission control”, Jonti admits, “It’s pretty cramped so we’re looking into moving into offices where people won’t mind me shouting ‘anus’ into a microphone at various points throughout the day.”

“It’s good in a way since you can work when you want and I’m often up ’til 4am doing stuff. It takes a fair bit of self-control though since it’s far too easy to just spend the day playing Portal or Halo 3.

The call from MTV

“Then one day I got a phone call from a chap called Paul (great guy) at MTV who said they wanted to show the series. I thought ‘hell yes!’ and quit to do that.”

Combining music, art and script, Jonti’s interest in all things internet was ignited whilst on a music technology course where one of the modules was using Director.

After working at a London based new media company, “building Flash stuff and various websites for some pretty big companies”, and designing the 3D maps for the first Resident Evil, Jonti’s move into animation full-time was by chance.

“I’d started Weebl and Bob and that had taken off surprisingly well. Then one day I got a phone call from a chap called Paul (great guy) at MTV who said they wanted to show the series. I thought ‘hell yes!’ and quit to do that… I never looked back.”

State of play

“I don’t know many clients who’d be happy with a level where you make an old lady crap herself.”

On the subject of digital art peers, Jonti enthuses, “I love the work of Adam Phillips (, frankly no one can touch him at the moment. Chaps like Cyriak Harris, David Firth ( and the guys I work with on (Peabo, Drewmo) are all kind of growing up together making Flash toons.”

“It’s really getting interesting these days and production values have shot up incredibly.”

Funding much of his fun work by corporate work, Jonti has worked on a series of ads for Anchor Butter, Sesame Street (yes, that’s Sesame Street) and done titles and links for a show called Totally Viral on Dave.

He says, “We’re currently making a massive game for T-Mobile which I have to say is a lot of fun and they are surprisingly cool about subject matter. ”

“I don’t know many clients who would be happy with a level where you have to make an old lady crap herself. As for the future we’d like to just carry on doing what we do and slowly grow.”


What is it about photographer Charlie Gray that puts A-listers at ease? Kirsty Allisonexposes the smooth operator…

Also of interest

Charlie Gray

Stuart Smith


Magnum Photos

Jetset lifestyle

Recommending film titles to George Clooney is not something everyone would feel comfortable with, but for Charlie Gray it’s like the first cup of tea in the morning.

Just back from LA, then Monaco, whilst fitting in romantic liaisons with an upcoming hot actress makes Charlie seem like the original 60s Blow Up caricature. He’s got the hustle, the looks and a prolific amount of style and good taste.


Charlie had the usual battles with old guard, bitter lecturer types who bullied most, but seemed to have a soft spot for his potential capabilities.”

Born the son of a record retailer, Andy of Andy’s Records in Cambridge, his mum dealt in vintage clothes. He floated through school, excelling in what he put his mind to. A trait that continues to manifest itself today.

Studying a graphics and history of art degree at Anglia Polytechnic, Charlie found that his lectures clashed…so he went swimming.

Charlie had the usual battles with old guard, bitter lecturer types who bullied most, but seemed to have a soft spot for his potential capabilities. Then finally he fell under the wing of a caring photography tutor, Stuart Smith who introduced him to reportage photography. He also studied typography and design with John Warwicker from Tomato, the innovative graphics collective of the 90s.

This combination provided him with a portfolio which he hauled around the likes of theNursing Times and The Guardian before graduating to doing stills shots on TV dramas and reportage on advertising shoots.

Stuart Smith still edits Charlie’s work and he cites him, “one of the reasons I have been so successful so far”.

Rounded personalities

“You meet some actors and actresses who are surly and just show up; there’s a lot to be said for people who are still hungry.”

“I’m doing Jude Law next week,” Charlie says, before grabbing the phone to negotiate a rate for Hello! syndication. Mr Gray is very well-mannered…it’s something he’s learnt from hanging around the truly professional and successful of the world.

“I think when you get close to someone you realise how professional they are; polite, professional, well turned-out, great clothes, and that’s George Clooney being himself.”

“He drove himself on the first day. He’s always telling jokes, getting involved, looking at the screen. He’s interested in the whole process. He’s rounded. He didn’t make it till he was 35, so I’m sure that has something to do with it. He’s a complete gentleman.”

“You meet some actors and actresses who are surly and just show up; there’s a lot to be said for people who are still hungry.”

“Simon Cowell is another one of those people who has had success later on. He’s thoroughly professional”

Classic style

“When they are completely unaware…when they’ve let go of their status; that’s when you get great reportage.”

Whilst learning the ropes in TV drama, photographing the likes of Daniel Craig doingOur Friends in The North, Charlie began to build up his classic style of Magnum moments with stars.

He has worked on several BAFTA-winning series like the Trial of Tony Blair and the groundbreaking Riot films, as well as filling in for Sky and MTV.

“TV work can be fun. The director of Our Friends In The North, Simon Cellan-Jones did cartwheels on set to wake people up.”

Charlie possesses a style that balances contrasts and saturations beautifully. What does he think makes the perfect picture?

“Being there in the moment. It’s about encapsulating the whole mood of the event. If it’s celebrity-based, it’s about getting a key person talking to another person in their field when their guard is down. When they are completely unaware…when they’ve let go of their status; that’s when you get great reportage.”

On another level, in portraiture, you can see the connection is comfortable and there’s someone uncoiling.”

Sharp shooter

“I think giving away the mystique of how you work is a terrible mistake.”

“I think giving away the mystique of how you work is a terrible mistake,” Charlie confesses.

“I use a Nikon D3, the one that’s very good with high ISA/low light, and I shot the BAFTAs at 5000 ISA and there’s no noise. If I’d used my previous camera with its 1500 there would have been a lot of noise.”

“I don’t get nervous that often but for the BAFTA Film Awards I was in the auditorium for two hours preparing before everyone arrived. I’m not a sweaty person, but my palms were hot!…Being there in the Royal Opera House, I was thinking, ‘I have 20 minutes to get everyone.'”

Nevertheless, Charlie Gray thrives on the adrenalin buzz.


Kirsty Allison uncovers why this playwright is tipped for the top.

Lives the life

Sophie Woolley is amazing. Why? Well she’s beaten the legions of mashed up, self-proclaiming pint glass wielders who hang out in Shoreditch bars and Soho clubs preaching about the artistic legacies they’re going to leave for the world.

Sophie was always there, sitting, observing, polite, witty and erudite…but Sophie would be actually doing it, rather than talking about it.

Club together

“People who helped me along the way are club and literature promoters like Ernesto Leal, Sean Mclusky, Joe Muggs and Melanie Abrahams.”

Performing in nightclubs was where she started, reading poems that were slick, innocent and funny. She then wrote the DJ Bird column for Sleaze Nation, did some stuff for Shoreditch Tw*t and appeared in the Comedy Lab pilot on C4.

She says, “People who helped me along the way are club and literature promoters like Ernesto Leal, Sean Mclusky, Joe Muggs and Melanie Abrahams. I started off performing in cabarets and discos and writing specifically for those environments.”

“I even moved to Brighton for a year to work with Jamie Liddell and Matthew Yee-King – that went wrong though. I went off in a musical collaborative direction and it turned out to be a dead end. Even so, we did create some great things which really worked, but they were just moments and not enough.”

Run with it

“In the beginning I approached the running theme as a kind of smirking outsider – but then I ended up getting addicted to running.”

Her dark satire, When To Run sold out on a recent run at the Soho Theatre, and is still touring Britain. In June, her new play, Fight Face opens at the Lyric in Hammersmith. She’s also just signed up to work on some TV sketch shows. Irvine Welsh calls her ‘electrifying’.

When to Run first touched the surface as a poem. It then became a play in 2005 which features a handful of people, all played by Sophie. The structure is clever and the characters and accents are hilarious.

“In the beginning I approached the running theme as a kind of smirking outsider – but then I ended up getting addicted to running.”

“Feeling like a lemon”

“I just kind of stood on stage feeling like a lemon everyday – but despite having a bad time, the audiences enjoyed it…they didn’t know about the lemon stuff.”

When to Run then got financial backing a year later and Sophie took this, her first properly developed play, to the Edinburgh Festival.

She did 26 nights: “I just kind of stood on stage feeling like a lemon everyday – but despite having a bad time, the audiences enjoyed it…they didn’t know about the lemon stuff.”

Sophie felt a little unprepared: “I had never worked with a director before as I’d just done little stand alone monologues in the past and I hadn’t been to drama college.”

“I could do the voices okay but not the physicality of each character. I didn’t even have a costume. Just a frock and a chair on the stage.”

Can’t wing it

“If someone has paid to come and see me I’ve got to be better than good. There is too much dross out there already.”

But at these performances someone from the RSC spotted her, and managed to set her up with a female director from the National Theatre of Scotland. They then rehearsed, and rehearsed, and she sold out a stretch at the Soho Theatre last year.

From raver to rave reviews, she says, “I’ve realised I can’t do my best work alone. I can’t just walk onstage and wing it anymore, that’s not enough in my book. And it’s not enough for an audience.”

“If someone has paid to come and see me I’ve got to be better than good. There is too much dross out there already.”

Take control

“I have sci fi dreams about having a little robot who can do speech recognition and I can take it everywhere with me.”

Sophie’s performances are captioned for the deaf and hard of hearing. The words she has written are projected in huge writing onto a screen behind her just above an urban landscape. It’s very impressive and beautiful to have these magnified words beamed behind someone who sits on stage reciting them word perfect.

If GCSE students checked out Shakespeare in this way, it might all make sense. Sophie’s impetus for doing this is a hereditary hearing problem.

“I had been losing (my hearing) slowly for years. The end of 2001 was a bleak year as the effects of deafness on my life really started to hit home. But I picked myself up and learnt to lip-read and sign. So it’s a happy ending because I took control.”

“I have interpreters and stenographers to help me at rehearsals and meetings nowadays and that means I have to plan ahead and have a decent filing system for all the paperwork that comes with booking interpreters. I have sci fi dreams about having a little robot who can do speech recognition and I can take it everywhere with me.”

With the success of When to Run and all that training, Sophie and her robot are all set to become champions in the British high league of comics.

When to Run tour dates – 11 April Cardiff, 24/25/26 April Manchester; 26 June Hull; Fight Face at Lyric Hammersmith 19-21 June.

Amanda Boyle is a 34 year old director.

Kirsty Allison thinks she should be cloned.

Amanda has the credentials to inspire and lead a new generation as a filmmaker.  Although she has only made a handful of shorts, each tick the right boxes (funding affiliations, philosophies and in production value) to allow the British film establishment to roll out the red carpet for her.  Amanda’s most recent short opened at the London Film Festival, it was funded by the Film Council, BBC Films and FilmLondon, Pop Art stars Ben Milner from Son of Rambow and uses an inflatable puppet to deal with children and bullying in a very British setting, it was written by Joe Hill, Stephen King’s son.  Imprints, her previous short film features a male doctor grooming a female patient with amnesia in a frightfully domineering fashion; the dreamlike Hotel Infinity follows the fantasy style of many Oriental films of recent years; and Heavy Metal Drummer from 2005 follows the tale of a young drummer in Morrocco, in a very filmic documentary fashion.

But despite BAFTA nominations, high-flying agents and critical plaudits Amanda Boyle tells 4Talent she’s finding the struggle to succeed exceptionally longwinded.  Is that because she’s a she?

“I hate to make generalizations about sexes, but film is a male dominated arena, and there are a lot of women in production, rather than directing.  Men can be very good at projecting confidence and when they’re younger and get carried into the system faster.  I had the sense that I had to learn all the roles, and I’m not sure that’s the right way, but a lot of men I know go ‘I am a director’ and it’s about getting out there, and financiers and producers want to know that who they’re backing is confident, I felt I had to do a few shorts, and now I feel I’m up to the challenge of doing features.”

The progression from shorts to features is an established one for directors, as is moving from production to direction.  Amanda broke into the British film industry as a post-production assistant at WT2 (part of Working Title Films).

“I left college and thought about film school but my dad died so I was quite pragmatic, I targeted film production companies I respected and wrote hundreds of letters.  I sent three to Scala (Stephen Woolley’s company), eventually I got accepted at WT2.  I worked there for seven years, it was fascinating as they work in the studio system.   It’s quite a unique opportunity do that, it’s taught me to develop things thoroughly before approaching companies”

“I read Philosophy at Cambridge…I don’t like talking about that, it feels like a long time ago, it always gives the impression that film is cliquely, I didn’t have any contacts (her mother is a sculptor).  But I did a lot of theatre at university, I had great lecturers, Peter Greenaway, Terry Gilliam, Danny Boyle, and it moved me from theatre into film, and the fringe work I’d done was collaborative, and so is film”

“My films are about the exploration of different ideas.  With the shorts each one had a problem I was trying to solve, looking back they are personal films using metaphors and my journey has been to try and do that more directly.  So now it’s more about being head on.   I don’t know if it’s a philosophy but I’m trying, for example in the documentary I’m working on, to make it very inclusive.  Each project has something I’m fascinated with, I feel I’m too early to know what defines me really, it’s just an inquisitive nature, I think.”

Powerful characters are a good place to start.  Amanda’s documentary is about autism, based on the writings of Kamran Nazeer.  She has also been developing a series of drama features with playwrights.

“Film is extraordinary for taking time, and if you don’t write there’s no money in development, that can wear you down and can effect you terribly.  There are other people who have come from other areas, like visual artists, who seem to manage the crossover better, if people come from different disciplines it almost seems easier”

Amanda was selected on the Clore scholarship programme this year that has provided her with enough income to survive.  She also scooped the rather tasty mentor of Stephen Frears (director of The Queen, Dangerous Liaisons, The Grifters and many more).

“I do feel there are lots of women coming up, I went for a drink with my agent (Sarah McWhinney at Curtis Brown), and she said most of her people are women.  I know one girl who gave birth on the cutting room floor!

“If you want to be more than a token, it’s about the quality of the work, I’d be lying if it hadn’t been tough.  If you’re trying to explain why you’re trying to do it and why the whole machinery takes so long, spending two years in development means working with actors is a luxury, I have devoted so much of my life to it I’m not giving up now!”


15 FEB 2009

Fash Bash

Fashion, Poetry

oh, I love it, how much was your face?

there are no seats, at a catwalk!

where’s my status, darling?

You should see them, it’s all nu black in New York

I love a new designer, yes

The old ones are so at the back of my wardrobe

The lights, the music, so fab

And the show’s so fast,

I don’t wish it had been longer, no

I can’t concentrate for that long

Can’t stretch my eyes too wide

Will mark my appearance with creases

And I always have someone iron

Have you seen the new skin, that’s what I want

Maybe there’s some in the swag bags

yum. sweeties.