Do(Gu) – ing it, Do(Gu)-ing it, Do(Gu)-ing it well…. I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn.

My, oh my those lyrics for that legendary LL Cool J hit are absolute filth.

I love that song.

Don’t judge me. Although – if you do I wouldn’t be entirely mad. Its funny because just last week, I was talking about pre-schoolers walking down Shoreditch with full ass cheeks hanging out of their apparently vintage turn-up denim thongs shorts. I mean fully out. In fact I have witnessed a few ass-calamities of late; girls wearing white knickers and them see-through, cheap looking leggings. In fact, anyone who wears surely-sheerly-nearly-black leggings should be stopped dead in their weave-tracks and told about this categorical error, so that they can have the opportunity to put this epic fail right. It is only fair. It is only right. Barely-there leggings and crop-top combo seem to be the next big thing. Girls are letting it all hang out – lunch and all. But seriously, this business of both cheeks being out of doors is not cool – I mean if I can see involuntary twerkage with raw skin – summat ain’t right!

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I’m here like… for real? But who am I to judge?

Like I said last week… sometimes I like to push it. (Salt N’ Peppers’ Here...)

Like I pushed it recently, by wearing Stockings outside of the bedroom. Yeah I know ‘Underwear’s the new Outerwear’ has been done and done-did again, but still – I think although Corsets, Bralets and High-Waisted Knickers have made it safely onto the streets of Portobello and happily disassociated themselves with the streets of Kings Cross – Stockings are still a little Taboo

So Taboo that some Ol’ Jamaican dude thought he would interject my happy-go-lucky-stocking-wearing-strut down the street with his unwanted opinion, “Do you want to degrade yourself any further”. Now I be like, “Who you talking to?” (trying my darn hardest to refrain from – shut yo’ mouth fool) Perhaps if his eyes were more focused on his ‘toe-up’ looking woman (who was galloping alongside him) rather than at my inbetweens, he wouldn’t have noticed my underwear-disguised-as-outerwear. Just saying.

Guess we all judge a little sometimes.

So I will let you, my friends, followers and fash-hoes be the judge of my absolutely GuGu, second crazy installment of what can only be called Cats on Crack. Here I am werkin… but not twerkin’ in the Park with my Pussy Galore Top. See I think stockings can be worn – in the right context of course – so not to a Christening or any even mildly Religious affair… I do have some tact.

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I guess its that age old saying… Whats good for the Goose is not good for the Gander… I was gonna reference the one about stones, but I know I’d be pelted by my elders for sure.

As the wise old Jay-Z said; “Somewhere in America, Miley Cyrus is still Twerkin’

Yes… Twerk Miley Twerk. There is a little hoochie in every lady out there.

So on that note….

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Laters,

La Minx

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