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Hey Dudes

So it’s been a long time; I shouldn’t have left you.. Without a dope beat to step to….
I know; the consistency of this blog really hasn’t been up to scratch.. Neither has the consistency of my life; I’ve been ‘Under The Bridge’, on a ‘Roller Coaster Of Love’ I now have ‘Scar Tissue’ and decided to ‘Give It Away’ here and there…
For all you Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ fans out there – big shout out to you homies!
I recently saw a guy that reminds me of the main squeeze from the band; a superhuman cross between Antony Keidis (when he was sexy and had long tresses) and Taboo from B.E.P (when he also believed in the Samson philosophy) as if they got together, sans-uterus, and made a perfect long-haired love child. I saw this example of perfection at a dance show; dancing (with the most amount of core control.. like EVER) to an XXYYXX track; all side-lit, smoke effect, black attire…808 and Synths kinda suave… *whimpers*
Anyway, I won’t go on about that for much longer – but i will say this; if you ladies were there you too wouldn’t ever feel the same about that XXYYXX song again, you too would have the track ‘About You’ on repeat in the iDock with the hybrid dude in questions’ image as your wallpaper/screensaver – all zoomed in and shit. Trust me. I know that’s a little crazy.. The things we do in the comforts of our bedrooms?… Okay the things I do in the comfort of my bedroom.. Makes me glad the Truman show is not really a reality (see what I did there?) I sure am glad that I do not have hidden cameras in my home, and that I’m not apart of a freaky-fly-on-the-wall documentary. Well as far as I know I’m not…*looks around frantically*.

So I thought I’d overload you guys with some film references. I’m a retro cult classic kinda gal; I find a lot of my tastes in clothing have derived from nostalgic film memories.. They are usually from the 80s and 90s but can go as far back as the 50s era.. I’m not a person that can watch current movies’ more than once, I seriously have a one-flick-tolerance with anything post 1998… But classics? Oh shit; burnt out the tape in the VHS from the sheer amount of replays of;
The Demolitian Man
Death Becomes Her
Mannequin
BeetleJuice
Splash
Hair Spray
Pretty Woman
Dirty Dancing
House Party
Little shop of Horrors
Feris Bulers Day Out
Coming to America
Police Academy
See no Evil Hear no Evil
Edward Scissorhands
Bebe’s Kids
ShowGirls

Oh I need to stop there. The list is endless; well that’s not true, I’m not a movie whore, only some movies make the final cut (did it again..)
This week; I pulled out my Underground Creepers and new Bitching and Junkfood Dungarees for a tribute to Wesley in The Demolition Man. I had to toss a bit of lace on it for a bit off sass…and the heavy duty Borg-Leather? Oh that baby is a Vintage number from California..

The Demolition Man

Leather-Borg Hooded Coat, Vintage
Dungaree, Bitching & Junkfood at Urban Outfittersx
Lace Crop Top, River Island
Black Strapless Bra, Wonderbra
Lipstick, “110”, Chanel
Ear Stretchers, 81st Generation
(Bolo Tie) Choker, Vintage
Tights, Marks & Spencer
Sheer Sock, Urban Outfitters
Platforms, OFFICE
Studded Hold All, River Island

Death Becomes Her

Now I would have loved loved loved to have been confident enough to pull this cage-body chain off with only a bra underneath.. But I’m not quite ready for that yet. Instead, I chucked it over this dry, boxy Topshop number; the split and the grey marl colour saved this dress from being awful. Putting statement bling on a plain t-shirt dress = winning!
This is a tribute to the effortlessly sexy lady in Death Becomes Her.. Damn..she was hot.

T-Shirt Dress, Topshop
Body-Cage, River Island
Hair Bow, Accessorize
Tights, Wolford
Boots, Bertie

House Party was a seriously Dope film… Dope for music; a nice introduction to New Jack Swing. Dope for Dance; had me up in my Living Room doing all of the routines. Dope for fashion; I wasn’t a cool kid way back then, I destroyed most family photos of me in shit cardigans and shell suits… but now, I love everything uncool that my parents put me in… I love it so much that I practically bought back everything I once put into the clothes bank. Not because Rhianna has made it cool again; just because, in the last five years, I’ve grown to appreciate the generous cuts, crazy graphics and shit materials everything back then was processed in. Found this wonderful Italian Angora Cardigan in a nice little Vintage shop up my road, haggled the price down and have been grinning like a Cheshire Cat ever since.

House Party

Purple Bowler Hat, Urban Outfitters
Coral Pearl Earring, Accessorize
Angora Navajo Cardigan, Vintage
Mickey Mouse Sweat Top, Topman
Khaki Easy Legging, Uniqlo
Adidas Top Ten Sleek Trainer, Adidas

Tribute to Baby….

Last up for this post is a number I pinched from my ex’s mothers wardrobe…Vintage, madonna cones and baby coral? Had to be mine… I’ve owned it for over a year but whip it out when I can! She is a real cutie… In reference to Baby in Dirty Dancing… Perfect for spring, worn with boots, sandals or dressy shoes, I’ve gone for geek-sweet socks-and-shoe combo…Always adored a ruffly sock or two (well a pair, preferably a matching pair). I used to get all inappropriately aroused at the dance studio bit….You know the bit I mean.

So I used to strut around my room, trying to copy the sexy moves, all touching up my body and flicking my hair, until my dad barged in asking if I wanted a cup of warmed milk…He just stood there, looking really hacked off, and a little disturbed. I was eleven. Hey, I’m sure the classification was wrong? I blame the BBFC. Now that I’m all grown up, I still dance like a hooker to the same bit, minus dads’ presence, but still with the addition of a cup of warm milk of course…

Dirty Dancing