How very strange...

...to watch a TV programme that brings you around the set so basically you know exactly what your boyfriend's workplace looks like without having actually ever been there. It's very strange. Fact.

[In other news the leopard print wedge that was meant to take me through AW11 has sold out in store and online. The only way forward is to dress like Bowie instead - pictures to follow]

Broken

Unless you don't have eyes I guess you can see that yesterday was a very messy affair culminating in climbing out of bed at midday only to return for a 2 hour power nap followed by eating enough chocolate and Chinese to sink a battle ship.

But what you can also see if you have eyes is how lucky I am to have the best and messiest messheads for friends (and boyfriend). And that's what counts.


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Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then

On the 27th July I made my way to Black Rat Gallery to see Brent Green's 'Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then'.

The event was hosted by Branchange Film Festival.

I had only heard of Brent from (oft mentioned of late) MarBelle and having checked out some animation I took him up on his offer of going to see a screening of Gravity Was Everywhere Back Then.

It's always lovely to go to screenings. It's also always lovely to get to meet the film maker. This time around Brent went on a little Shoreditch walkaround before entering the gallery to commence the screening.

Whilst I had expectations I wasn't ready for a full on band in the corner of the gallery. The projection started and the sound wasn't coming from the projector but from Brent sat in the corner. For over an hour he spoke whilst the band swelled with accompanying music.

The film is about a man who meets the love of his life and marries her. But, like life does, it throws a spanner in the works and she becomes terminally ill. He decides to heal her. To heal her is to build a house. The house will continue to be built until she gets better.

The film is heartbreaking and impressive in its breath and scale. The house itself was actually built in Trent's back yard and sprawls around the plot it rests on. To make cash Brent sells the props to galleries all around the world and then travels the world screening his film. (Any gallery owners reading wanting to bring him back to England? Any?)

Words can't describe how impressive it is that a film can be so amazing with such a small budget. But most importantly, when it finished and I told Brent how moved I had been by it he seemed genuinely shocked at my reaction and humbled by it. A person like that can't make a bad film. It's not in their genetic make up.

I'll Be Your Mirror

Sometimes the best times you have are the ones that you don't plan. Whilst I toyed with the idea of going to I'll Be Your Mirror as MarBelle and MissDx would be there MonsieurB kindly reminded me that I am permabroke and that perhaps spunking my money up the wall on ridiculously good ATP events would be a bad idea.

Luckily a spare ticket was going around 2 weeks before which meant;

1: I got to go when I wasn't expecting to; and

2: I didn't have a really long wait til it arrived. Yay!

I am a knobber and didn't bring my camera as I couldn't find its case and I know if I brought it without one I'd end up breaking it. I. Just. Knew. So I'm afraid the best I could do is above.

We caught all of the Great Hall (standard). PJ Harvey and Portishead were amazing which is no surprise. It was the third time I've seen PJ and I think the first time I saw her remains the best. What's not to love about fluro pink stilettos and a Spice Girls t shirt (circa 5 years after their demise so no comeback tour here thank you).

Portishead were as epic as I imagined they would be. And whilst I always turned my nose up at Alexandra Palace as being massive it's not actually as big as I thought it would be.

Doom was mainly us spent saying, "Do you think it's really him under there or his mate cos he can't be bothered?". It was also before Doom that one of our number (a new person! I love new people! All the more so if they're cool as fuck which this lady was) got a text asking if Amy Winehouse was dead. Twitter and BBC News confirmed something we all immediately said, "Noooooo", to when Cat read out the text to us. This meant I also spent Doom in a semi state of disbelief.

Other highlights were BEAK> and The Books as well as Helen Money. All in all there were a lot of stringed instruments gwanning. And drunkenness. I didn't realise how drunk I was until I wolfed a chip butty (I never eat chips. Ever. Unless bollocksed) in about 7 seconds flat and when I took a step back from the shambles that was us telling a poor lady with a flip cam what we had enjoyed most about ATP. I can't even remember what I said to her. But what I would say now would be - hanging out with like minded people, having japes and slowly getting smashed set against a backdrop of brilliant music.

And tomorrow I'm off to an exhibition of animation - which isn't a very good description. You'll get a better one later in the week. Once I've been.

I know, I know, it sounds like I'm quite the girl about town with not a care in the world. It's not true though. I've spent most of today FREAKING THE FUCK OUT because I am going to a wedding on Saturday and decided to change my outfit yesterday. Then today everyone at work told me I can't wear a jumpsuit to a wedding. So basically I'm going naked. With a fascinator in my hair. And maybe some shoes. If I'm allowed to wear them and not breaking some UNWRITTEN WEDDING LAW that I have not even HEARD OF which means the girls at work scare THE SHIT out of me.

But I'm fine now. Really. No. Really.

*Freaks out - breathes heavily - hyperventilates - passes out*

Argh how much do I want these??!!! £17.00 though. Youch. They would look so pretty though. So very, very pretty.

In other news do you ever have one of those Saturdays that start out all polite and lovely and end in extreme drunkeness, fucktardedness that wasn't foreseen, bruises, falling over and knickers in your handbag? It was one of those Saturdays. Don't worry though - I'm not reclaiming the word slut. I have a boyfriend so I can be as badly behaved as I like right? Right?

Music Video of the Year? Probably Warpaint, probably

If you know me you'll know that I have mild obsessions with things that most people have a passing interest in (in no particular order):

Owls

Keys

Tea (and all tea related paraphernalia)

Water

Swimming

The sea.

I also really like Warpaint. Whilst I saw them live a few months ago and was a but underwhelmed it hasn't detracted from my love of their music. To be fair, the only accusation I could level at them was that they didn't interact with the audience enough. Whilst that's a major fault I couldn't say they weren't great musically live.

Then this beautiful video appears on my Twitter feed from Warpaint. I'm going out there. I'm putting it on a limb. It's blatantly music video of the year.

iMac WOOOOOOT!

So the title *and* the picture may suggest to Inspector Morses amongst you that I have a new iMac. Basically what happened was this:

My old iMac was a thing of wonder and beauty. A design classic. No doubt about it. iMac Anglepoise G4. You gotta love it. But then it went a bit sadface and was too old to upgrade to shiny new iTunes. So I got on with an old OS on my iPhone and trundled along with my iPod 80gig classic and when work gave me an iPad I just synced it on my Dad's Vaio and it was a bit of a pain in the arse but it could be worse.

Then a terrible thing happened. A thing so terrible that I have just got over it. My iPod dropped out of my pocket on a train (all my fault. Kind of. Sort of work's fault but let's not apportion blame. But it definitely was work's fault. They rushed me. Those rushers. Not in a rushing on pills way. Just rushing me).

So a 4 hour commute with no music is no fun. I looked at the 'new' classics on the apple site and sure enough they needed shiny new iTunes to do anything. Despite several calls to all manner of train operators and stations my beautiful iPod was lost. Gone forever to some fucking bastard who will never appreciate the immaculate taste in music and who SURELY won't appreciate the vintage Woman's Hour podcasts. Inconsiderate bastard.

So how do I remedy this? I do the logical thing and buy a brand new iMac and a new iPod classic. And it's all shiny and new. But I have Catholic guilt about the fact my iMac works still it's just a bit old. And to add insult to injury I threw away my TV/VCR combi this week as well. It's not got signal since they turned off the analogue in March. I'm blatantly not getting cable. What am I? Made of money?

I am currently in the process of transferring about 250 gig worth of music to iTunes. Then the sync of the i's. And the sad thing is I'm most excited about my iPad calendar and my iPhone calendar syncing with my iMac calendar. I take the piss out of a friend who swears by a filofax but I am no better. I'm just battery operated. Sadface.