What's happened can only be expressed through garish gifs, ok? Ok. So it's a displacement activity. But how HOW if you are a brand can you 1. Wait until all this broke to take your advertising out of a newspaper like the News of the World. 2. Work again with basically the same people at a different newspaper, as they're the ones who were there when the whole shit was going on. 3. Work in any way shape or form with Rupert Murdoch, his brood or News Corp again. I say boycott anyone who was there in the first place. (PLUS Tesco are still fucking there!?)

**Edit. The urls for the Sun on Sunday were registered two days ago. Seriously? He loses nothing, if anything he's cut his losses on a tired paper & will carry on as usual**

WE CANNOT LET THEM USE THIS AS A BRUSH OFF FOR THE PROSECUTIONS & INVESTIGATIONS THAT NEED TO TAKE PLACE. THESE PEOPLE ARE STILL DOING WHAT THEY DID & WE NO LONGER HAVE A DEMOCRACY, I REFUSE TO GIVE UP OUR FREEDOM OF PRESS (WHAT LITTLE WE HAVE LEFT) WITHOUT A FIGHT.

Sign below

Please sign this.
"In 48 hours, nearly half the British mass media could be bought by one of the world's worst media moguls.

Rupert Murdoch has exploited his vast media empire to push war in Iraq, elect George W Bush, spread resentment of muslims and immigrants, and block global action on climate change. He undermines democratic government across the world by threatening elected leaders with vicious and often false media coverage unless they do his bidding.

Britain plays a key role in Europe and the world. If Murdoch has a lock on British media, he will use it to undermine UK, EU and UN support for human rights and democracy. The UK is up in arms over the Murdoch bid, and even the government, elected with Murdoch's help, is split down the middle as it makes a decision this week. Global solidarity bolstered Egypt's pro-democracy protesters -- it can help Britain's. Let's build an urgent global outcry to stop Rupert Murdoch. Sign the petition to Prime Minister Cameron and Deputy Prime Minister Clegg!"

Taken from: http://www.avaaz.org/en/stop_rupert_murdoch_3/

I've been a shit blogger & it's not going to improve as I'm heading up to Glasgow to see my father & talk business plans ooo. So uhr, for now I urge you to sign the above & look at the new Couture shows because there are fucking ace.

Love.

Today I had my last exam. It went pretty horrifically but that's besides the point, I am now officially out of education forever. I have no uni lined up, this is not a gap year, I am now officially a real human being in the real world who has to act accordingly. Now, I've been looking forward to this - as well as being completely fucking scared by it - since basically the moment I went to Manchester's Open Day & discovered the one uni course I maybe, on an off chance wanted to do, didn't exist anymore. Taken as a sign from the universe or whatever I thought fuck it, what's the point in going to uni to do something I don't need to just because I can't think of anything better. I know, I know, you meet loads of people there, it's not about learning blah blah. But I have amazing friends & I intend, in the course of the rest of my life to go on meeting amazing people. I don't know why I need debts, deadlines & 3 years of my life to do that. Uni is great for a lot of people but just not me. I feel homicidal every time I find myself on a campus.

So for now I intend to postpone the huge looming question, "What the fuck do I do now?" At least until September. So I have 3 weeks at home to finish books about Mexican drug cartels, turn my sisters old room into a craft room & listen to the Specials. Then it's off to Berlin & summer holidays until August. Then there's just August... So my internal school-alised clock can begin to panic, but instead of it being about going back to school/college it'll be about what to do with the rest of my life.

Sorted.

I'm getting on a train at 4 O'Clock to go & see Bright Eyes at the Royal Albert Hall. It's nice because I had completely forgotten about the whole idea until Jesus reminded me we had to book our trains. You see, we bought tickets way back in December/January as a joint Christmas & Birthday present to each other & because it's here, tonight, sandwiched between my exams, I sort of hadn't let myself think about it at all. & then yesterday I realised he's released two albums that I haven't even listened to yet, meaning he's probably not going to be going much of my two favorite albums. If he doesn't sing Lua though, I'll be well disappointed & both my present to Jesus & from him won't be very good. Oh well, feels exciting to be going to the Albert Hall. It's like proper music! Here's At The Bottom of Everything with my favorite lyrics to shout along too on I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning. Poster source (he has had some amazing posters) & image source. (*edit: my normal music player doesn't work anymore! If anyone could help me out with some HTML that lets me imbed single tracks from a link it would be much appreciated. Comment or e-mail me, neonpeg@gmail.com. Cheers!)

We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare.

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing.

We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run.

We must hang up in the belfry
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.

I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one.


Enjoy!

You know when everything just hits at once? Breakdowns (not mine), exams & beautiful Resort/Spring 2012 collections have been getting in my way of blogging. Sorry. I've also pretty much done nothing of interest in the last few days apart from revise & stuff I don't want on the internet. So... menswear. Totally logical I'm sure you'll agree.

My main issue with menswear are the male models. Their necks are as thick as their heads & for some reason their bodies are completely out of proportion with their legs. After a while it becomes strange to look at them, as if a new species has evolved through the endless slideshows. My second issue is that in principle I think all guys should wear suits. I know, I know. But teenage boys/young men don't hold out much inspiration when it comes to fashion generally. But there is one amazing looking black man who walks around London in an endless round of gorgeous (usually checkered) suits, complete with pocket squares. Here is proof then, that suits do not mean black & white funeral wear, more bright colours & slouchy fitted than bow ties & cummerbunds. Basically, Chuck Bass. Top-Bottom: Umit Benan, Neil Barratt, Bottega Veneta & not suits but also very lovely & much appreciated 50s referencing from Moschino.

Not a menswear blog.

"Consumer-driven modernism, it was in-vogue anthropomorphism, a swim through the guts and entrails of the world...a throbbing, pustulous, inflamed amusement-industry boil on the backside of Brooklyn."
My new obsession. Coney Island. The quote is from a book recommended to me that I finished a few weeks ago, The Electric Michelangelo by Sarah Hall. It wasn't such a great book even though there was parts of interesting tattoo talk the story was a bit overblown for me & I didn't really take to the main character. Anyway, Coney Island remained in my brain. It used to be a proper island don't you know, that they purposefully joined back onto Brooklyn. Pretty insane place from what I can tell, & it goes along (I guess) with my constant desire to go back to New York having not appreciated it before. I was a teenager, I was with my mum. I spent most of my money on American Apparel & a very lovely Anna Sui prom dress. The idea that there's a beach in New York pretty much blows my mind. I mean Central Park is pretty insane in the center of such a *city* city, but a beach? I'd love to go swimming there. According to a Coney Island blog I found there's a big business man trying to get rid of all the small shop owners to replace them with chains or something so I'm going to try & go this year.

Also, it's where Requiem For A Dream is set. HAS ANYONE WATCHED THAT FILM? Jesus Christ. It's a film that many people have recommended to me, told me was their favorite film or even thought I would be a connoisseur of due to my penchant for fucked up drug films (& books). But I spent a large portion of it - basically after the gangrene - with my hands over my eyes. Watching gang rape, amputation & electric shock therapy interspersed is not my idea of fun. We had to watch it to the end to see who died, BUT NONE OF THEM DIED. Seriously. I now own the DVD. Anyone can have it. I'd quite like to get it out of my house. I might just casually leave it somewhere. Or do you want it? E-mail me your address. Free. Honestly.

Anyway, yeah. Weekend. Coney Island is the shit. Photo source. Spent 2 hours driving to & from Melksham to get a projector today. Realizing that I am no longer an art student. But fuck I have a projector now! Expect lots of arty photography coming...soon. That's why my brain is shot. & I have clutch foot. Is that a technical medical term?

It should be.