STALKER

If you've been following me all these months, you will know that best-selling British Asian author Hanif Kureishi dominates my current mental bookshelf. I am about to start 'The Body' this evening, once I round up the last couple pages of Kerouac's 'On the Road'. I'm falling so far behind on my summer reading list for my Developing the Novel class next semester. I'm supposed to be going at a one book a week pace but Kerouac's took me two weeks because of my new crazy/busy schedule (new to the office life, folks).

ANYWAY! I WAS TALKING ABOUT HANIF KUREISHI!!!

Geez, as much as I love my tangential train of thought during my writing process, it kills everything else. So, The Guardian is featuring Writer's Rooms and they naturally chose Kureishi's. Here it isss!

Ahhh...beautiful writer jumble and clutter. This may be of waning interest to you but as the daughter of an interior designer, interiors are just as important to me as wearable exteriors. Besides, a writer's work space must give off the right vibrations and must only have inspiring things within its walls. It's a very key part of the process. Anyway, also required of us for the Developing the Novel class, is that we set up and finalise our writing space this summer in preparation for the long months we'll be spending in them for the class, as well as for the rocky road beyond graduation.

Thank God I came across this because I completely forgot that assignment. But either way this proves tricky for me because I live out here in the U.A.E. half the time and then when I head back to England for school, my accommodation arrangements are pretty much non-existent. I change rooms like underwear. It's crazy. My London belongings are scattered all around London at various friends' and families' houses. And I am certainly not looking forward to the treasure hunt when I get back, of retrieving them and finding a place to rest my head.

Back on track now, I'm not sure how I'll be able to organize a proper work space until I move out to the U.S. after school. AND EVEN MORESO, I find I get more on the page by sitting on a bus from start to finish anyway! I'm set, even if I were a bum.

THE GONDRY EFFECT

Just finished 'The Science of Sleep' and wish I hadn't. I am so lame that I didn't realise the director, Michel Gondry, was my God, having done 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind', a plethora of Bjork videos and well, 'Be Kind Rewind' (which was actually really awesome and made me cry!). Scroll down here to check out this disease he's got called Impressivitis. I am so stoked for the arrival of his films 'Tôkyô!', 'Migel Munya' and 'Master of Space and Time', and have kind of decided to study the guy. And OMG his birthday is fuckin' Thursday (May 8th). Have some Gondry Goodness:

'The Work of Michel Gondry' Trailer:


Short Film 'La Lettre':

Levi's ad:

Experiments with Bjork:

Gondry solves a Rubiks Cube:

HAHA This White Stripes video is too funny:

Short Film 'One Day':

Let Forever Be- The Chemical Brothers:

Crash Course in Guerilla film-making:

Short Film 'Tiny' (lol experimentally cute):

'Declare Independence'-Bjork:

THE 8AM ICON

How 'rockin'-it-without-words' is Siouxsie Sioux? For some reason, I never finished Interview with the Vampire and started listening to their epic tunes (yes, the allnighter is still under way). It makes me so mad that Limewire doesn't have 'Forever'

I go to Youtube to hear 'Forever'. So weep-worthy.

SUMMER SEGMENTS: SHOW, DON'T TELL

Those epic photographs I've been meaning to post by Hedi Slimane. I wish my summer could look like this

Yes. Ugliness/Dirtiness is the new Pretty. That is why I will not be combing my hair today to go out for lunch. Actually, that's not why, I just can't really deal with it since it's all frizzed and it looks kinda feathery and cool so I'm attempting to play it cool. 'Oh ya, I rock this all the time. I'm a bedhead girl. I wake up when you guys have your lunch breaks.'

DIRTY PRETTY THINGS

I sense a growing interest in fetish illustrations. I'd like to think it's not because I'm sex-starved but due to the discovery of the amazing Coilhouse blog (a true cyberpunk/goth/alternative culture haven), as well as perusings through the Sex in Art blog and the Baby Art Blog. This is probably also down to the fact that I am scheming to become an uber glam gothic hot mess of a punkish bitch. Ever the new phase with me. You just gotta keep up. Whether you want to become a U.G.G.H.M.P.B or not, please go through those last two blogs for all manner of beautiful perversion. And don't tell me you don't want to. You SO do.

Itsuki Takashi's work reminds me a lot of the Malady Charlotina work that South West Londoner Christine does that I found on the Coilhouse blog. As she lives so close by, I think I'm going to make it my business to interview her...and her many pets.


I am SO buying the red prints and this last Rasputina-esque one. Anyone listen to Rasputina? The 'Mystikally Cellorific' trio?

[Album cover]

AND THEEEENNN...they in turn reminded me of an exhibition I went to at Shunt by Beatrice Pentney. She had this space set up like an old attic that only about 4 people could go into at a time; with flying dusty toy ships on strings over your head, opening and closing umbrellas, old frocks, rusty bits and bobs hanging everywhere, and the eerie sound of a tiring music box...which kinda TOTALLY reminded me of this Raputina song 'Gingerbread Coffin':

Okay so...how many tangents did I go off on?