sexy times.

something i wrote earlier

2009-06-03T15:58:00.000-07:00

The heat of the warm sun was beginning to wane, so they decided to walk along the beach, the sun was now drooping very low in the sky, resembling somewhat an old man’s face. It was a very sad event. They slept on the beach that night, all alone, more alone than they ever could have been at home, with neighbours peering through windows and round bends. It had been a long night of alcohol and tobacco, they had filled their eyes with red, from the wine to the smoke, and listened softly to jazz as the hours floated by. The time for them to go had come and passed, they should have known, that when they went to stroll along the beach, the brilliance of dark, deep water, reflecting the light of the moon, the cool breeze licking their shoulders, he wrapped his arm around his lover as she raised them to ward off the cold, he pulled her tight and she nestled her head into the nape of his neck, he peered down at her dark hair, and looked long into the sea, into nothing, and felt that they may be more isolated than anyone had ever been. The old, yellowing moon had ascended and hung almost above them, not quite overhead, as if it was nervous that it may not be able to see them if it passed its bulk over their heads, and they may escape, and be happy. The light was almost iridescent that shone that night, it illuminated the debris of the days, the burned cinders of fires and the lost memoirs of spades of buckets. They lay down on the sand which was just beginning to lose the noonday warmth it had treasured through the afternoon and was being taken by the fresh cool breeze of the night. They lay and looked up, the sky was not dazzling, a few stars hung in the sky, but a blanket of clouds had been laid down, and the beach nestled into the grey canopy.

A touch of verse for you all

2009-05-03T07:37:00.001-07:00

A tree at dusk

A tree was set aside the other day,
Indeed it was there set alight
The sun had set, two men were sat, so stood the scene

These two men had come again, and so seen again indeed they were
So the tree was set to flame, and flame it did upon the hill
The wind did fly up to men, who offered up the tree, to them
It came to us so dark and still
Why now upon this wretched night,
does wind and earth and other fight
and no more will we have to moan,
about the boughs that swung to groan

So flock the flames alight it did
And hiss and spit at those two men,
And sit they did upon the hill, and wondered at their world and will
And black and charred the tree then sat,
And no more men came walking by
So silent was the scene that dusk
That no one found the words to ask
who cares about a tree, that’s dead
but of this tree once I was fond
to think about the way it was
and how you were when we were there

Exclusive: Adidas Originals, London takeover

2009-05-03T04:52:00.000-07:00

Jeremy Scott to takeover the Originals store London.

After the 20 minute sellout which accompanied Jeremy Scott's collaberation with Adidas, I have gotten wind of the big man himself planning to take over the Adidas Originals store in London for a whole month, probably in October 2009. The whole place will be turned Jeremy Scott with him redesigning the store to be completely Scott for a month. Also on the question of how will there be enough Jeremy Scott Adidas pairs to fill up the store I was told, 'There Will be a lot of shoes' suggesting there is still a fair bit more to come from Mr.Scott and his collaberation and with shoes like these you cannot complain.

The Lifestyle of the Cocktail

2009-04-18T04:17:00.000-07:00

I really love cocktails, they are bloody lovely. For a while I have been looking for the best music for mixing cocktails, and found it largely depends on what sort of cocktails you are making and for what event. Although admittedly shake your booty by KC and the sunshine band is always fun and informative. To be honest the music may depend much more on what sort of event you are shaking cocktails for, and if you are not shaking cocktails for an event but merely for yourself then don’t put on music, just stop what you’re doing. In any event I always mix cocktails and cook better to upbeat music, usually hip hop but that doesn’t always go that well with a cocktail party unless you like drinking martinis out of pimp cups.

Next there is the difficult question of what to wear, it’s always tempting to wear a white shirt but if you are making anything other than a martini, and especially if you are making cosmopolitans you end up looking like an extra from a Persil advert, and not in a good way. I actually have very little constructive advice on what to wear when shaking cocktails except for a dark coloured linen shirt is always good, it is more difficult to see any stains on, it is fairly easy to wash and it is light because shaking actually makes you quite warm, however this is advice is pretty much shit for winter but if you’re still that worried you probably just worry too much.

Also there is an art when drinking cocktails, of always looking good but not like an enormous ponce, i.e like Cary Grant, a man who looked seriously cool with a cocktail,

but not looking like you’re trying too hard to be Cary Grant. Also once you have lost your poise it is importance to do it without breaking things and with an air of artistic aplomb.

the man, the myth, the legend.

2009-04-16T13:00:00.001-07:00

NYC.

2009-04-16T12:29:00.000-07:00

I think this premier blog must be dedicated to my recent trip to New York. Was amazing, a week long orgy of amazing food, amazing clothing, amazing art, it was just fantastic. Stayed at the chelsea hotel, seriously cool, also hve to mention the comme de garcon shop around th corner on 22nd and tenth, amazing clothes, including the largest array of the Junya watanabe and Brooks brothers collaberation I've seen, the shop is also sick; a lot smaller but architecturally more inpressive than the Dover Street.

Although the fact I was shopping in NYC seemed to make me in a small minority the clothing was as amazin as ever, and the prices compared to London pretty well, 95 dollars for a Fred Perry polo shirt, and around 80 pounds for the same in London, also just in case anyone was in NYC the new stock for FP came in on wednesday, also the saddle/shooting bag in black is one of the best travel/daily bags I have seen in a long time. If you're there the adidas originals store is right across the street as well, not sure whether or not they still have any of Jeremy Scotts left but hopefully, unfortunately the first round of the JS Wings sold out in 20 minutes, managed to get myself a pair of the Artillery high tops in the faux snake skin.

There really are more sick stores in New York than I could write about or Know, although Nom De Guerre needs to get a m,ention, mosty for most ridiculously difficult shop to find, no signs, nothing, simply written on the pavement next to a quite dodgy looking flight of stairs down was written Nom de Guerre, the shop was good though although the Tshirts were the only thing I could afford.
The most amazing shop possibly ever has to be the Tom Ford boutique on Madison, it is absolutely amazing, beyond belief, more luxury than I have ever seen or draemed of in a men's store.