Digital Mondrian, London

Journalism, london, Nightlife

The artist formerly known at K-ROCKA went digital, 29.04.15 at the London launch party for the incredible How The Light Gets In PhilosOPhy festival, which runs aside Hay Literary Festival, 21-31 May.  This feat of tech-transgression from DJing with vinyl was guided by one badass rockchick, Kristy Harper at the Mondrian’s Rumpus Rooms overlooking the city of London.  Thank you, Kristy, may light shine on your path.

Rumpus Rooms rooftop Kirsty Allison

The artist formerly known as K-ROCKER on the Rumpus Rooms rooftop

I put together a mix on Garageband for the event, live-ramping some of it up, and used a laptop and phone on two channels with a mixer (demonstrating extreme heights of DJ skillz – ha) – everything from the Dracula-inspired Kelli Ali x Ozymandias to an assortment of Feral is Kinky, Major Lazer (of course) and haaaawt new demos from Gil De Ray & ‎Ösp Eldjárn.  Also paid tribute to the recently departed, Alan Wass.

I love the Mondrian Hotel – Tom Dixon bronzes everywhere.  Situated in Sea Containers House, this area has a special place in my heart, as it’s where I first got a gig as a journalist in my teens – IPC Tower is now being converted into luxury flats.


The walk along the Southbank always makes me feel like the whole of my life is ahead, at 21 or 22 I had an office in a newspaper office with a Thames view.  One of the many things I’ve lost.  Looking out to the dark river, I always feel a tinge of LIVE NOW – as it’s where my schoolfriend Mandy Wright’s father was taken by the Thames whilst in a boat with a secret lover.  Mandy, sadly, fell after, from a window, tragically, 20 years ago.  RIP.

BUT BEYOND DEATH – I take every opportunity to live a distinguished life – so had the pleasure of joining the Schrager legend on the Southbank for my birthday (back in Pisces season) at the Mondrian Hotel.  (Ian Schrager co-founded the only disco of the 70s, Studio 54, before moving into the hotel business.)

THIS PLACE – Agua Bathhouse + Spa – is less of a hang out, more of an urban treatment rehab.  Likely faster than 28 days and promises to die for.  Feet up, newspapers, placed under crisp, hotel-starched duvet.  HEAVEN.  Best massage I’ve had in London, thank you Motoko.  Think it’s called the Guru treatment,  personalised mix of essential oils after a consultation.  AND I AM ALL ABOUT ESSENTIAL OILS.

Agua Bathhouse and Spa Kirsty Allison

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It’s a copper funnel funhouse – Clockwork Orange, sci-fi modernism in the basement – and they brought me cake – I AM A ROLLOVER.  That’s Mr Kirsty reading the FT.  He also had a Guru, to whom he shall return.  High praise.FullSizeRender_2 FullSizeRender_1 FullSizeRender

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Inferno, backstage at the first Dante show – Kent Baker

The lovely Lou Winwood at Inferno, Foyles, 19.03.2015

The lovely Lou Winwood at Inferno, Foyles, 19.03.2015

Birthday shenanigans continued at Foyles’s bookshop for the launch for a McQueen book published by Olly Walker (I interviewed him on Resonance FM about his previous stencil art book).  And onwards via a classic pub on Tin Pan Alley (AKA Denmark Street), and further into the Thursday night with the cabaret of darlings at Hoi Polloi.

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Cabaret darlings of Hoi Polloi

Also had a lil get together at Vout O Reenee’s – the members’ club run by Sophie Parkin, who wrote the book on the Colony Rooms, which I had long coveted, and was kindly gifted, alongside membership.  Vive Sophie,  and all like her.   And the wonderful friends able to join us…

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Sam Dayeh, Rebecca Minney-Bartels

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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.

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.

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).

124 – late late late late late


I try to get everywhere early, get a coffee first – today that did not happen.  Hat, The Gap.  Toga dress, Whistles (I’ve died it black several times because I keep on wearing it.  Pure micro modal – so washes and wears brilliantly).  Beneath, long sleeve T shirt by American Apparel.  Velvet drainpipes by Alexander McQueen, not seen.

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.