Crazy girls of Echo Park, Part Two: Came home the other night to find SF, S and J barely able to walk, yet still planning to wander down to Walgreen’s and apply for jobs. I took pix, obv. (Coming soon!) New bands: Dave D’s Marathon at Three of Clubs played host to Lower Heaven and [...]
Utata! Front page! Oh my, I hope I don’t get disqualified for admitting that I wasn’t actually looking through the camera when I took the picture. Until my first trip to the front page, I just thought it was real neat (see, I’m learning American!) that the pictures were going beyond just looking pretty and [...]
Buzzcocks, overheating, margaritas, throwing up in Camille’s gutter, “Up in Smoke” at Noni’s, dead fish, not quite punching people, blah blah blah.
[Big Sur, part six] Left Fernwood and followed Jesse to a birthday party on a cliff top. There were horses to the left, llamas up the hill, the Pacific below and a meteor shower above — seriously, how does a little girl from Essex end up on a cliff above the ocean watching a meteor [...]
[Big Sur, part five] This was one of those frustrating evenings where I was quite gleeful and somewhat giddy but, seriously kids, I doubt I’m the only person who’s ever been known to sip from a bottle. I love the taste of bourbon for sure but I’ve never been a shot taker. Anyway, Dave D [...]
Street art photography from Krakow, yes! My source of all Krakow, Poland, knowledge is Phreneticus, and he says that the one smurf is saying something like “Go fuck yourself, old man” to Papa Smurf — it’s a quote from the Polish president. Krakow has my favourite stencils of any city so far. Did I just [...]
Echo Park, California: I seem to be living in some kind of time-warped, melodramatic soap opera recently and it’s rather draining. I think my character’s the wayward but misunderstood older sister with big hair, or something. The soundtrack’s by Big Star and Autolux, programmed to summon subliminal rental car memories of Big Sur ocean-view road [...]
Echo Park, California: Duck and cover.
[Big Sur, part four] After much running ’round giggling through the grass on the Hill of the Hawk with Miss Amelia (who earlier had been quite affronted by my calling her “Missy” until I told her I’d be calling her Missy up until the day she has a ring on her finger and Saxon to [...]
[Big Sur, part three] All weekend up at Fernwood in Big Sur, people kept talking about Hill of the Hock and how we were going to go there and it was going to be wondrous and astonishing, and I kept trying to figure out what a hock is exactly. All I could think of was [...]
[Big Sur, part two] Big Sur’s pretty for sure and taking pictures there makes me jump for joy but sometimes walking from the tube station to a basement office back home in London feels just as good. I understand wonderment and awe and all but I seem to get there entirely unexpectedly in little moments [...]
ne pen the n. [[L nepenthes < Gr nepenthes, removing sorrow < ne-, not (see NO1) + penthos, sorrow, grief < IE base *kwenth-, to suffer, bear > OIr cessaim, (I) suffer]] 1 a drug supposed by the ancient Greeks to cause forgetfulness of sorrow 2 anything causing such forgetfulness Also nepenthes ne pen thean [...]
WordPress blog designs two, three and four (you’re on the first one already, silly.) I have too much time on my hands, my friends have more website than they know what to do with. threesmallapples.com, queenofyes.com, sallyfaydalton.com: go get ‘em.
White hat vs Black hat: which way should we go? Earthquakes and desert dreams keep me up all night and now I’m tired and don’t know which way to turn. There can be only one, but I’m not sure which. You’re my i ching.
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning. – AE Housman
For the first time in history the countess gets to bed before midnight, only to be somewhat violently awoken by a “4.6-magnitude event” at one in the morning. Now the sirens are a-blaring and the copters are a-buzzing and every little creak in the building (are there more than usual, or am I being paranoid?) [...]
Well, one of my pix at least. It’s quite a mystery to me how it ended up there but it’s heartening to know someone likes my photography, I suppose. I think I like this Omahype. They have good taste, obviously.
You know you’re not in Essex anymore when your house is full of glamorous girls wanting their picture taken and breaking out the fake blood. I’m not sure where the blood came from: there’s a theory that it was left behind by a visiting band called wallpaper who were friends of a former flatmate (who [...]
Rock journalism is people who can’t write interviewing people who can’t talk for people who can’t read. – Frank Zappa
So, Echo Park on Friday night saw the Countess made it home just in time for an outlandish tube-dress, fake-blood, no-passing-out-til-the-sun-shines crazy vampire girl photoshoot. [Somewhat scandalous pix currently embargoed until I get the models confused enough to sign release papers. I'm nice like that.] On waking, blood everywhere, our four heroines made it out [...]
Well, it’s almost six in the morning and my Crazy Girls of Echo Park are hitting the showers and washing off the blood. They’ve been rolling around on the floor biting each other until they passed out; I’m not kidding.
[These butterflies are for you !]
[I had this post all nice and some others after it, too, and then I got confused and deleted the database. Oops. Anyway, the baron leapt to the countess' rescue and I pulled back everything but today's ramblings and all the comments of the past month. Please recomment, kids.] Anyway, back to the movie in [...]