A and I went to a Girls Aloud-themed clubnight a few weeks ago which featured the worst DJ I’ve ever heard and the difference between a truly classic track and a novelty record couldn’t have been more brutal: I Wish by Skee-Lo isn’t a bad song but knowing one line of a song doesn’t make people rush onto the floor. Oh god that was a long, long song.
Family Affair is not only a great song, the video also features prawn-throwing and has embedded itself my brain to the extent where I can’t see a coffee perculator without thinking about Mary J.
Actually this post is quite Disco now I come to think about it.
A and I went to Brixton last night to see TV on the Radio, who I’ll happily admit I hadn’t heard anything by before but who were wicked. While we were waiting to be strip-searched and have all our possessions thrown away by security, we took some hurried photos of our outfits. I got the good wall but A has a better face on.
Speaking of faces – the evil pollen is back. I thought it was over for the summer? When can we start wearing corduroy again?
Rocking the black and navy workwear. This is my Dilophosaurus jacket – by rustling the frill I strike fear into the heart of those who would steal frozen dinosaur embryos. High-speed bag closeup:
I’ve finally escaped the tyranny of massive bags with my lovely little apple-print canvas Marimekko bag. I’m going to Finland in two weeks and will hopefully score a new bag from there. I have so many of them, I should do a post on them all.
A looked brilliant in real life too. Her eye-makeup matched her dress you know.
I went to the O2 for the second time in recent weeks to see Britney Spears perform her “Circus” show. The O2 is an excellent music venue, with good views and clear sound, rammed to the rafters every weekend with people who dress in fact very much like Ms Spears:
But without the good humour. Dear BritBrit didn’t do much in the way of singing, although she sounded lovely on the one live track, Everytime:
…but she had an array of outfits all ready for writhing and jiggling in. I was very happy with the setlist but I’ll try and spare you my gushing (In The Zone album tracks!) and tell you what you probably already know: popstars wear some pretty weird shit, but they’ve got nothing on your average young lady going out for a night at the O2. Obviously I am very sheltered and spend all my time at home sipping herbal tea because I haven’t seen so many heaving bosoms since, well, I last went to the O2.
The pop-star look, or more specifically the Pussycat Dolls look, is still in currency with a lot of women, and I think that when done well it can be very sexy – I don’t have a problem with women wearing minute amounts of clothes or super high heels if that’s what they feel good in, and sometimes if you have a curvy figure, whatever you do with the revealing of flesh, you look like a cut-price WAG (*speaks from experience*). I just really don’t enjoy seeing someone trussed up and hobbling about. If I’d had the nerve I would have taken a photo of the girl in the row behind me who managed to work the oilslick leggings and caged super-heels look. Or maybe I just liked it because it was shiny and Britney had dazzled me with her plethora of mad but pleasing looks:
Suffice to say, I went to the O2 on Saturday to see Girls Aloud. Fellow blogger and GA fan LON over at Sparkling Whine has written up our concert experience. I had a great time – Cheryl was so ill she threw up between songs but laboured on. Two straight men behind us seemed startled at the gay/hen party vibe of the venue and left early. The glitter industry rejoiced.
Considering how much I love MIA (I really do), it surprises me to find that I am the last person to hear that a) she has a clothing
range out, and b) she is pregnant. Thanks for the info, Buzz Feed.
Now, I’ve had a look at the clothing range and it is crazy, in a ‘I’m not sure I could ever pull that off but I really wish I could’ way. But I pay homage to it here as it is definitely what one should wear to a disco and I can even imagine myself having a nap in it.
Now, the obvious question – will MIA bring out a maternity range? Possibly but probably not – it isn’t very underground. A.