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Retro meets Soho
| So I'm walking along to Old Crompton Street where my favourite falafel shop is to meet girlfriend. On my way I see a pretty girl walking a cute little dog, a very basic description for an interesting scene. It's a busy street and I don't think anyone notices just what's so different about this girl, or maybe they're indifferent to it because they're used to seeing "weird" people and they've seen it all. But this girl looks like she's just jumped out of a 40's advert for soap or some house cleaning product. Her shaven eyebrows are penciled in with a high Bette Davis arch. Her lips are scarlet red and her wardrobe looks spectacular in her cute yellow print blouse and cocktail skirt. Her hair is tied up in curlers just like they did in the old days, but covered with a scarf to hold them all in. What's missing is a cigarette hanging between her lips to make that image complete, because she really does have that pout down to a tee! What sets her apart from the vintage adverts you see is that she has a piercing in each cheek where a dimple should be. I absolutely loved her look and wished I had a camera to take her picture. To me she looked priceless because you cannot see that anywhere else. The description is in the present tense because I see similar people dotted around Soho all the time. The difference is they give their look that punk twist. There is a man who walks around Wardour Street with his snappy vintage suits and spiffy spatz. His black hair is usually slicked back and his thin moustache is always groomed against his otherwise clean shaven face. What sets him apart from the vintage poster for a jazz club? His tattoos. He is absolutely covered in the most colourful tattoos you can imagine. It's like a walking retro acid trip looking at him as most of his body is covered in different colours and images, including his ears which have a star tattooed on each lobe. I love how these people look like they've just stepped out of a Dick Tracey comic book with their colourful outfits. It's like retro meets punk. I love how they strut their stuff down the street in their 3 inch pumps and scarlet or ruby red lipstick. Maybe they exist in other parts of London, but when sitting in my fish tank I can't help but be mesmerised when watching them go by. |
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All That Jazz - London Jazz Festival
 It's that sultry time of year for the London Jazz Festival to kick off, so try and get in there for some good times. There's the best of British, some weird shit and your all-time favourites. It starts tonight and there's a great line up, so find a venue and take some friends for some good music and a catch up. Personal Pick: Herbie Hancock at the Roundhouse this saturday night... I'm looking for some spots so get in there if you can and see this all time jazz legend with an awesome line up... Read a little bit more about it here Lot's of sold out events? Don't worry, there are 150 events over 30 venues from the Southbank to the Spitz, so I'm sure there will be something out there for everyone.. Go to their official website here Get a useful little cut out of all the events here |
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Remember, Remember, the Fourth of November...
| Bonfire night coming up - everyone get on your rooftops and wish you were on Primrose Hill (only allowed for the locals, Madge & baby David I suppose) to watch the fireworks display this weekend in London... Our favourite picks? Battersea Park and Ravenscourt Park are supposed to be especially good this Saturday night... if you miss things this weekend, don't worry, the Mayor of London's throwing his usual big bash next weekend on the 11th (a week late better than never) on the Southbank between Waterloo Bridge & Blackfriar Bridge... thanks to daylight savings, the party also starts early at 5 p.m. More about Bonfire night here, don't forget your Guy Fawkes masks and all the explosives you can get your hands on... Remember, Bonfire Night isn't about roasting marshmallows or Independence Day, it's about celebrating the day parliament didn't blow up into smithereens... Oh, and we burnt this guy at the stake... Awesome-ness...  |