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YOU'VE GOT OLD MAIL.

The problem with basing a film around technology is that technology evolves at a very fast pace.  So it might not take long  for your film to look dated.  Wow, that is possibly the most obvious statement I've ever written.  But still, I feel like you need an example.  So here is one.  'You've Got Mail' starring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks came out in 1998.  (Other films that came out that year are 'Can't Hardly Wait', 'The Big Lebowski' and 'The Faculty', none of which relied so strongly on technology and none of which have dated as much as YGM).

For example...

In the opening credits we are shown a digital Manahttan, complete with red cursor (red?) hovering over the buildings.


Can we zoom in on the street?


Cool, thanks.

Now, let's watch Meg Ryan hop onto her laptop and hit the world wide web.

Urgh what's that annoying dingy dongy beeping noise?


Oh.  Dial-up.
(I will give anyone who still uses AOL 40 Bitcoins)

Meanwhile Tom Hanks is in his apartment poking around in his digital mailbox.


(Miss you, Clipart and Clipart-inspired icons).

Now in YGM Tom Hanks is an incredibly successful man.  He works with his father in the family business of Fox Books, a chain of book superstores.  So you can imagine the many, many, emails a man like this would receive every day.


Woah.  Lucky he could find Meg's missive among the other, um, two, intensely important messages he received that morning.

Remember chat rooms?  Remember when you actually met people through them?  And they were so important to your life you always used capitals for Chat and Room?


Also cute that she wrote online as two words.  And that she waits while her computer "boots up".

Remember as well when searching for someone on the world wide web, even using just their AOL username, wouldn't give you any information on them?  In fact it probably wouldn't even cross your mind to do it.  Now I feel like I could take a picture of a turd left in a toilet and find the instagram'd meal it used to be within 30 seconds.

Starbucks features very heavily in this film.  But this was the golden age of coffee as a lifestyle accessory.  There's actually a scene in the film where Tom Hanks has a rant about how people are starting to use coffee as a way of exercising control over their uncontrollable lives.  "I'm a skinny half cap double shot no whip mocha chai".  That used to be exciting and liberating.  Now Starbucks are tax dodgers with weak espresso, the McDonalds of the caffeine experience.


The premise of the film is that Meg Ryan's beautiful, independent bookstore, with its focus on community and children, is run out of business by the new Fox Books opened by Tom Hanks.


Fox Books also houses a coffee shop and several floors populated by ignorant customer service drones.  One of said employees is a young Chris Messina from 'Celeste and Jesse Forever' and 'The Mindy Project'.


In fact Fox Books sounds a lot like Borders.  Borders which went bankrupt in 2011.  So the entire idea of the film seems flawed in 2013, as our experience of huge book/music/film megastores is that they're in trouble.  We're starting to feel sorry for them.  In fact, when I talked to Charlie Lyne from Ultraculture about this he suggested they should remake this remake so that it's Tom Hanks who is the underdog, and Meg Ryan is the savvy independent bookstore owner who realises that it's all about great customer service and small business.  And she's the one driving Hanks out of business.

I like that.


But until that happens we will just have to make do with things like this:


It seems hard to believe there was once a point before mail.  Or when you would have had "no mail".

RIP empty inbox.


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I tried to write a song about David Cameron and Margaret Thatcher the other day.  Lying in bed in the morning, grouchy and perturbed.  Breathing condensation onto my phone, getting pissed off that I wasn't yet lucid enough to use my thumbs to type properly.

As always when we try to write something political, it was terrible.  Full of cliches.  A rhyme about her sad grave and the guilty glory he craves.  Oh god.  So instead I went on Twitter to see what everyone else was saying.  My timeline, on the whole, as always, made me feel warm and safe.  Eloquent thoughts among the GAAAH HANGOVER TITS NEW MUSIC blubber.  There were opinions that reinforced my own, links to intelligent articles on the Guardian.  The general consensus being that while celebrating an old woman's death made us feel uncomfortable, we were victorious bleeding heart liberals who hated the Daily Mail.

I follow over 3000 people on twitter.  There's more people than that in the country (probably).  But most mornings I scroll through the thoughts of just those 3000.  If someone says something I completely disagree with or find offensive, I unfollow them.  I have cherry picked these 3000 who reflect who I think I am.  They hold up a mirror and make me feel like I belong and what I say and think is right.  I know I can make an emotional statement about gay rights and it will get a positive response.  Sometimes there are disagreements but that just leads to a gentle argument, the political equivalent of disputing whether a jumper is turquoise or blue.

I think a lot of the people I know and read the opinions of feel apathetic when it comes to the Government.  I partly blame the likes of 'The Thick Of It'.  It's part of British culture to satirise and poke fun.  Thank goodness our current party leaders and Mayor are pale, insipid men in suits, if we were ever presented with a President Bartlet we wouldn't know what to do, we'd drown in pools of our own hot shocked sick.

Or so I thought.  I watched the Glenda Jackson speech (above) on the bus last night.  There were two teenage boys behind me talking about the best way to get a six pack and suggesting a girl they knew should stop crying all the time, "We've all got a tough life, just get over it.  Go to therapy, sort your own problems out".  Like many people who watched Jackson, a 76 year old woman, standing with just a few other Labour MP's near her, facing off to the grieving Conservatives, I was moved.  OK.  Hands up.  I started crying on the bus.  I'm starting to cry now.

It was like being slapped round the face.  Someone shaking you awake from a languid dream of, "Oh well, they're all the same" sighs.  I realised I had mistaken politics for a TV show.  "Have you seen the Wire?"  "No, but I have seen Boris Johnson getting attacked by Eddie Mair".  Same thing?  I felt like an idiot.  I'd been so smug, so self-congratulatory.  It was just a speech, she's just a woman, but it made me feel like I could actually do something.  And that if I did, maybe it would be part of a change somewhere.

Then I went and watched 'Oblivion' which is an unmitigated bucket of rotting tripe.

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MOZZA BUTTERSCOTCH BUDINO RECIPE

We were in California over Christmas and while there we went to a restaurant called Mozza, which is allegedly the best eatery in Orange County.  They do pizzas.  I had an all white pizza.  I am one of those weird people who likes all white pizzas.  Or margheritas with extra cheese.  I'm not bothered about a cheese board, but stick the stuff on some carb, melt it, and dust it with salt?  Hi, here is all of my money.


So yeah, the pizzas were exemplary.  But the puddings were even better.  Jeremy and I had their famous butterscotch budino.  It's like salty Angel Delight topped with melted caramel.  Determined to try and make it myself so I could once again taste it's sweetness, I bought their recipe book.  Of course all the measurements are American.

The American system for measuring food seems utterly bizarre to me.  I'm sorry.  (I'm not that sorry).  It's mostly in cups.  But you have to have different cups for different food stuffs, because obviously a cup of sugar will weigh a different amount to a cup of flour.

Yeah.

I know.

Also I am terrible with numbers.  I'm fine with maths, but I always switch the numbers round so 43 becomes 34, and I can't remember a number without having to check back 8 times.  Trying to track something on Hermes is torture for me.  Once someone told me this is because I'm dyslexic with numbers, and I felt really special, but Jeremy always grimaces when I tell people that.  So I think maybe it's bullshit.

ANYWAY despite all of this, I managed to make the budino at home yesterday.  And it was SO GOOD.  Although I ladled so much into each portion I couldn't finish mine and had to roll around on the floor for half an hour.  I've put the recipe below, in metric.

INGREDIENTS:
(This makes 10 portions.  I split it so it only made about 4.)

Time: 1 hour, plus 3 hours’ chilling

FOR THE BUDINO
720ml of Double Cream (Gulp)
360ml of Milk
1 large Egg
3 large Egg yolks
5 tablespoons Cornflour
300g of dark Brown Sugar
Proper Sea Salt.  (I love sea salt.  I am addicted.  I'm going to shrivel up like a slug)
5 t
ablespoons Butter
1 1/2 tablespoons Dark Rum (I didn't put this in and it worked FINE)

FOR THE SAUCE AND TOPPING
120ml Double Cream
Scrapings from 1-inch piece of vanilla bean, or 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract (Sod this.  Didn't use it)
2 tablespoons Butter
2 tablespoons Golden Syrup
100g dark Brown Sugar
1 teaspoon of Sea Salt


TO SERVE:
180ml Crème Fraîche.

MAKING THE BUDINO
1.Combine cream and milk in bowl, set aside LEAVE IT. 

2. Whisk egg, egg yolks and cornstarch in medium bowl with a fork till it makes a paste-type-thing, set aside I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE IT


3. Combine brown sugar, salt and 120ml of water in a saucepan. Place over medium-high heat and let sit until edges of the pot start to brown. Tilt pot as needed to even the browning until caramelized, nutty and deep brown, about 10 minutes.

4. Immediately whisk in the cream and milk mixture, the caramel will cool down and stop boiling immediately. Bring this custard-type brown liquid to the boil, then reduce heat to medium.  Add a tablespoon of the egg mixture at a time, whisking as you go, until half is incorporated. Remove from heat, and immediately whisk the rest of the egg paste into the pan until custard is very thick, about 2 minutes.

5. Whisk in butter and rum (if using) . Pass through a sieve to get rid of all the lumps.


6. Divide the pudding evenly among 10 6-ounce ramekins. (I used some glass tumblers).  Allow to cool, and refrigerate until chilled, about 3 hours or up to 3 days.



MAKING THE SAUCE
1. For the caramel sauce, combine the cream and the vanilla (GET OUT OF HERE VANILLA) in a medium saucepan. Heat until simmering. Add butter and remove from heat; set aside.

My dad always talks about how Golden Syrup has an illustration of a dead lion being eaten by flies on the tin. 
2. In large heavy-bottomed saucepan, combine golden syrup, sugar and enough water (3 to 4 tablespoons) to make a wet, sandy mixture. Cook over medium-high heat, swirling pan for even cooking, until mixture is medium amber, about 10 minutes. Remove from heat and carefully whisk in cream mixture; set aside and let cool.  You want it to still look very brown. 
(May be refrigerated and reheated before serving.)

Mine looked like this:


3. When you want to serve the budino, reheat the sauce gently.  Don't cook it for too long or it will turn into proper caramel, the same colour as the budino, and then you won't get that nice layering effect.  Put a tablespoon of the sauce on top of the budino.  Then dollop on some creme fraiche (I didn't bother doing that).  

ROLL ON THE FLOOR WITH A SUGAR HIGH. 


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My 'Star Trek Into Darkness' Review




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It's official.  Our album is finished.  The masters have been signed off, the B-sides have been mixed.  It's on.  Now we're doing the artwork, and, well, waiting.  There is always a waiting period of a couple of months after you finish an album while the people who have the proper jobs, which they're really good at, do their work.

And that means we have ample opportunity to think back over the past year of writing and think about everything.  And worry that in that year we didn't do enough to make the best album we possibly could have.  Here are some of the key moments from that writing period that I want to share.

1.  Last summer when we were playing festivals and getting back to London at about 4am, as the sun was coming up.  We were pretty much only listening to 'Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix', and we just wanted to write songs that were made up of cool little bits of music, rather than one-long-fully-composed-in-one-session-track.  I don't think any of those songs made it onto the album.

2.  The time we thought we had the best song.  Not even the best song we'd ever written, the best song anyone, ever, in the entire world, had written.  But then no one else liked it.  This happened about five times.

3.  When Jeremy started listening to Toots & The Maytals loads and, possibly related, I wanted to put steel drums on a song.  Didn't make the album.

4.  The time I decided programmed drums were the worst thing in the world and that Stewart Copeland was the best drummer in the whole world and what was the point of anything if we weren't going to be as good as Stewart Copeland.

5.  When I announced, "I just can't write songs on acoustic guitar because I don't like singer songwriters, so I can't hear if it's good".  That was a SUPER productive week/day/month.

6.  When I couldn't sing a harmony Jeremy had come up with and pushed over the mic and sobbed in a corner for ten minutes.

7. The period where Jeremy decided that every song needed a searing guitar solo. Sorry, neighbours.

8.  When we thought everything we had written was rubbish, so we decided to plan an entire 10 track album from start to finish.  And we were going to write two songs for it a week, and it didn't matter if those songs were good or bad, that was going to be our album.  We intricately planned each song, down to lyrical themes, intro, outro, length, arrangement, and instrumentation.  Two of the songs from that batch made it onto the album.

9.  When we went to see the original 'Wizard Of Oz' at the BFI and the next day were having trouble writing a song.  So my friend joked, "Write one about the 'Wizard Of Oz'" so we did.  And it's on the album.

10.  When I made a moodboard.

11.  When we were going to call up all our friends and get them to tell us their most meaningful memories from 2012 and turn that into our album.  We called one friend.  Their memory was "The Olympics".

12.  The (abandoned) spoken word intro that makes me cringe from my hair all the way down to my toes.

13.  The many, many songs we wrote about touring.

14.  When we tried to be political.

15. When I couldn't get a harmony (again) and ripped up my notebook page by page, only to sellotape it all back together in the afternoon.  I will do ANYTHING to get out of singing.

16. When Jeremy had a tantrum because our songs "aren't interesting enough" and tried to put horrible squiggly synths on everything.  None of these songs are on the album.

17. And the inevitable last month where we wrote the three best songs on the album, after we had officially "stopped writing".

Miss it already. x

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Last week, while spending time with our friend Charlie Lyne of Hit Movie Blog 'Ultraculture', it came out that Charlie didn't really love the name of his website anymore.  He'd first branded it when he was in his mid-teens, and revealed that now he felt it, "didn't really mean anything".

We, of course, tried to dissuade him.  It's a great name!  But Charlie spiraled into a depression doom, and there was no shaking him out of it.  Eventually we decided the best thing to do was re-name the website.  So we all started coming up with names.  Most of them were terrible.  Then, in a moment of brilliance, Jeremy announced, "Groovy Movie".  Charlie's face  lit up like a pumpkin at halloween.  "Yes!"

I immediately started thinking about icons and how the new website could look.  Although Charlie hadn't asked me, I was pretty sure he would want me to drum up some designs, having previously complimented me heartily on my Visual Eye Poems.  I knew I wanted a photo of Charlie to be the main focus of the design.  He has a really good face.  Luckily Ellie, our mutual friend, had the perfect photo, which she sent to me later than night.

Well, after many hours of toil I can finally present to you, the re-branding of 'Ultraculture'.  Charlie hasn't seen this yet, as I wanted it to be a surprise, but I'm pretty sure he's going to love it.

Please forward any feedback to my Visual Eye Poem Agent.  I'm sure I will have one soon.


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HELLO

Hi there, first off we have a new single, 'Fresh' and a new lyric video that we made all by ourselves:


Second off, IT'S NOT ABOUT SEX. 

Third off, I went to see Pacific Rim last night.  Here is a visual eye poem to represent my feelings about it:



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CAREY

A couple of months ago I interviewed Carey Mulligan for an American magazine called 'Flaunt'.  She was really awesome.  Nice, funny and warm.  Anyway, here is the piece, which I wrote as a fictional diary because I'm weird.

Flaunt is a brilliant magazine, I recommend it highly.

The copy is below, along with PDF's of the original piece.  Click on the pictures to see them big.

10 September

Dear Diary,

There's a new girl at Woldingham. Carey Mulligan. She's fourteen and she wears a Les Miserablessweater with jeans. She says she's not trying to be cool. “It's not a statement”. She's boarding because her dad has got a new job in Vienna. She told me she wanted a change because the girls at her old school weren't very nice. They tried to give her a makeover but this was no Tai and Cher deal—it was a nightmare. They forced her into a mini skirt when normally she “never, ever, ever, ever likes wearing anything above the knee.”

“I hate my legs,” she told me, like she was telling me a secret, her voice kinda deep, in this secret way. But I don't think she smokes. Claire says she thinks the new girl is really hot, she's calling her caramel eyes.

Carey told me she's really into drama, that's what she's going to be focussing on. She'll be fine here. She'll find friends who are similar to her. I told her some girls in our year lost their virginity on a beach in Minorca, a moment of sandy teenage rebellion. Said she found that “terrifying.” She’s just like me.

Love,

Elizabeth


23 October

Carey and I are getting super close, I think. Already. She’s very warm and open to stuff. Since she likes acting I took her to the common room and started going through the whole collection of the VHS's. All two of them. Empire of the Sunand Elizabeth.

This was like a couple of weeks ago. Now she keeps watching Elizabeth over and over. It’s not weird, I don’t think. Cate Blanchett is “a personal hero” and she says this like she means it, like the way her face gets. It’s hard to describe. I asked her if she wants to go and see 10 Things I Hate About You with me. There's this guy in it called Heath Ledger (weird name, right?) who looks like a total babe, and the soundtrack is AMAZING.


20 December

Everyone at school is reading Harry Potter but Carey is “completely absent from the 'Harry Potter thing” as she calls it. Which is weird. I was like come on try it, it’s not like it’s drugs or stuff, and I made her read the first chapter, but she was like she is too old for it. “But I love Lord Of The Rings.” She confessed to being totally obsessed by Tolkien for a little bit like I was. But not as obsessed as she was by Les Miserables though. She saw that five times.

Personally, I don't get musicals. I like films, and a film version of a musical would be really weird and never work.

She's not so into music like me and doesn't have posters on her walls but I think I might make her a mix CD. Just like Blink 182, Semisonic and that rapper M&M.

Anyway, that’s all—

Love,

Elizabeth



15 January

Dear Diary,

I asked Carey if she keeps a diary. Always thinking of you my journal! But sometimes I feel like I’m the only one doing this! :(

She said she does after momentous events, like her first kiss. She says she'll write loads, that will last for a week, but then she just sort of forgets.

When I went over to her house for the weekend, I saw some in her bedroom at her house, a journal with the first two pages filled with manic writing and the rest of it blank, empty.

Elizabeth


17 March

Dear Diary,

So much is going on. I bumped into Carey outside the Royal Court in London. It was the last night of this play she's been acting in called The Seagull. It’s this play by Chekov. It’s basically about people trying to be happy and stuff. I looked at some reviews online, everyone is loving her as this girl Nina. They say stuff like she’s “shimmering with passion” waxing about how “she seems to radiate a visible innocence.”

Carey seemed sort of sad though, a bit lost. She said she only moved to London shortly before starting the role, so she’s going through a transitional time. I could tell that she's digging her nails into Nina to help her through. I asked her how she prepared for the role and she told me about this scrapbook she made, full of Russian poetry and notes on the play and her performance. She says she thinks she's found a new way to work, “to make me feel like I'm qualified. This is my dissertation for why I should be able to play this role.” She’s so smart! But she couldn't talk for long, and I didn't want to keep her, I felt like I could see Nina oozing out of her skin. I might go see the play when it transfers to New York. The cast sounds incredible, all those sharp, vital actors, fizzing and sparking with electric talent.

That cream Camilla lent me stinks awfully and my rash still hasn’t cleared up.

E x



10 March

Dear Diary,

Saw Carey in the pub. We talked about the last time we saw each other, about the role she was playing at the time—Nina, I think. I told her I went and saw it afterwards and that it was amazing. She said that she still feels that it's the best role she's ever had. “The best writing I've gotten to say.”

What’s weird though, she said she returned to the Royal Court the other day to do a read through of her friends film and found the experience troubling, “I felt so, almost, devastated that I hadn't worked there in such a long time, and that I had no real plan or opportunity to.” She's still making scrapbooks and has done one for most characters she's played since Nina. It always comes back to Nina.

It seems like a lot of time has passed but it’s really not so much. Carey looks great, beautiful, a beautiful young woman. But she’s still trying to find parts as “difficult and rewarding” as Nina, but now mainly in film. It’s like being drawn to “dizzy scary heights” she says. Some people have to do that, I guess, to make good work.

Love,

Elizabeth

15 July

Dear Diary

I’ve such good news! I got a chance to talk to Carey again. She called me out of the blue. It was great because I’d just been watching a bunch of her movies, like An Education and Never Let Me Go. She’s good, as always, but she’s always playing this like sweet and intense but ultimately fragile type of woman. And Carey, the girl I know from school, isn’t really like that, she's funny and warm. I asked her about that and she acknowledged something that I'd been thinking about for a while. The appeal of playing damaged women, these strange creatures men fall apart around is an ego thing. “It's harder, more showy,” she said, but at the same time it fulfils her desire to be someone else.

I think that she longs for the burst of adrenaline, the thrill that comes with being unlike your self. “When you do things that you don't understand, or that are really tricky because they're something you haven't experienced, that's almost when it's the most escapist...You're not yourself at all.”

I reminded her of the 14 year old in the Les Miserables sweater (or was it Miss Saigon?) who loved A Knights Tale. (btw RIP Heath XOXO.) I said maybe she got into acting because when she was a teenager she wanted to escape herself? She told me she really didn't miss being that age. “I always felt paranoid and concerned—like everyone does I suppose—I just felt constantly, ‘Oh I've fucked that up. Everyone hates me.’ I had no hold of myself and it was really unsettling and horrible to be that age so I guess it might have come out of that. Just wanting to do something fixed and steady.”

I told her about re-reading my old diaries the other day and being galled by the emotionally wrangling I put myself through and the self-obsession that littered the pages of my pink notebook. I think she got it. Carey is full of empathy. Just like you, diary.

Love,

Elizabeth


20 September

OMG Drive was so amazing. Ryan Gosling was UNBELIEVABLE. I had to call Carey immediately and tell her.

She was totally happy to hear from me. She said she mainly wanted to do that film, not for the role, but because she was desperate to work with Nicolas Winding Refn, he’s the guy who directed Drive.

I asked her who else she wants to work with and she said she would love to do just two lines in a Jacques Audiard film. I must confess diary – I had to google who that was. Then she told me she still writes letters to people she admires. “I call up my agent and say, 'Is it weird that I want to write to George Clooney?'”

I asked her what she wrote to people like George and she said she wrote, “I think what you do is really brilliant and if there is some way I could be involved with what you do in the future that would be amazing.” It makes sense to her to tell people she is in awe of them. That’s just how she feels, “I don't think anyone says, 'Oh someone saying that they like my work? Fuck you'” nobody says that. I almost told Carey I was thinking about starting to act but then I was like, I shouldn’t make this about me, so I changed the topic to this show I started watching, called Girls and it turns out Carey is actually emailing Lena Dunham! I freaked.   

Basically a writer friend of Carey's has been working on Girls a little bit with Lena and they’ve become really good friends. “After a couple of months I was like give me her email address, and I wrote her the most geeky email in the world. Now we send each other emails about future fantasy projects, although I'm sure she's going to be busy for the rest of her life.”

Like me, and most women including my mother-in-law, Carey's fallen completely in love with Dunham's uncomfortable writing and beautiful figure. “Don't you find yourself watching Girls more and more and thinking, she looks amazing, and it's not that she's changing her shape or losing weight, it's that the more you watch it, and the more she struts around in tiny tiny shorts ... I'm like, I should wear tiny tiny shorts, we should all be wearing tiny tiny shorts, what the fuck?! There's this one shot of her lying on the bed, she's lying on her side, and her curve as a silhouette, she's like a portrait, she's stunning.”

I told her I had become so in awe of Lena's bottom that it made me think that I would want to have any woman's figure as long as I'd seen it on film or TV. Which is both a liberating and depressing thought.

REMINDER: Get the Tracy Anderson DVD off Lara.

XOXO

Elizabeth


18 October

Saw Carey at a swanky coffee shop. I didn't want to keep her long as she was doing like a thousand things, but she stayed talking with me for ages.

We started talking about The Great Gatsby, the new Baz Lurhman 3D adaptation with Leo and everyone else that’s been in the works for like forever.

She's just started doing promo for the film and I could tell she's getting scared. Especially because since filming she's lost her scrapbook for Daisy Buchanan somewhere between here and Sydney.

She said she's spent the last couple of weeks, “Trying to figure out if I actually had a virus or if I was just freaking out about this Gatsby stuff. We've started doing photoshoots and press in the last couple of weeks” and all of that is stressful. It seems that the pressure of publicly dressing herself in Daisy's clothes is troubling her, “I've never done anything where I've felt so nervous of fucking it up. Everything else there's been no real bar ... but this Gatsby project inspires so much anger or passion from people. Even British people don't get that upset if you mess up an Austen adaptation ‘Oh that's fine, we've all done it.’ But in America it's like, 'Don't fuck with Fitzgerald.'”

I wanted to tell her it was going to be OK. Loads of people haven't even read Fitzgerald, they just say they have. Besides, she isn’t going to fuck it up, she’s good. And if she does? So what? She’s strong, she'll be fine.

Understandably though, she wants to do good work. She’s scared of failing and for the first time she faces the possibility of failing on a big scale. Everything else has been an independent film—or something like independent. I told her she should just trust the people around her, and she said she did trust Baz, a lot. Plus Leonardo Di Caprio was so warm and supportive. He cared a lot about how the rest of the cast was feeling.   

“Most people are determined to be brilliant and if everyone else isn't very good that's probably fine. Maybe better? But he's absolutely intent on everyone being at the top of their game, which is so important. They would film him, then they would turn the camera round and film me, and he would carry on doing exactly what he was doing when the camera was on him.” She focused on his eyes because acting to “a piece of plastic, on the side of a lens, on a camera” is horrible. In fact, she hates cameras. Which is why Di Caprio's care and commitment to the other actors meant so much to her, “I've heard horror stories about some actors at his level, or even below his level, who don't even stay on set, they just walk off, and the stand in just reads their lines for them. Which is insane.”

That’s all for now,

Elizabeth.

29 March.

Dear Diary

Got an email back from Carey. I’d written her asking about Los Angeles. I am in love with Hollywood, I am fascinated by L.A. stories. She said a couple of months ago she went to see the new Cohen Brother's film, Inside Llewyn Davis, that she’s in. She's playing this woman named Jean Berkey who is the love interest of this 60s era folk singer, Llewyn Davis (played by Osscar Issac who Carey worked with in Drive). There’s a scene in the trailer where she tells Llewyn that next time they have sex he should use two condoms and wrap them in electrical tape. It’s really funny even though I don't think I actually got the joke. But the way she says it is hilarious. Anyway, she said she walked out of the screening and burst into tears. Her best friend turned to her, incredulous. “What the fuck? You've turned what you told me was your favourite film making experience ever into a complete disaster by watching it.”

I think Carey now finally accepts that she can't watch herself act, “I've learnt that lesson properly now. I see all the places I could have done things differently, all the ways I've gone wrong. I can see myself acting. I think it's quite natural though, to see yourself wearing a black wig and think, 'Oh. No, don't do that. Why are you doing that? Stop talking like that.'”

But we laughed together when she talked about Hollywood. “Someone asked me a lot the other day about my skincare regieme.” (Is it terrible that I do actually want to know what her skin care regieme is? I'm an awful person). Anyway Carey is baffled that some people think it's part of an actresses job description to be beautiful. “People have said to me that it's part of my job to be in shape and to take care of myself. They think these questions are totally normal. How often do you work out? What do you eat? What's your secret indulgence?”

Carey was happily ignorant of that mentality and was just acting, but one of her first costume fittings in America changed that. It hit her square in the jaw, the effects of working in a physically obsessed industry. “They made me feel so fat. I'd just come off filming something and I knew I wasn't fat. At all. And they made me feel that way and I was like, this is crazy.”

When she was 24, someone took her aside and suggested she have botox. “You've got some little lines forming under your eyes”, they explained. She was understandably shocked, “I need my eyes for my job!...Wow. This is different.” But I think Carey likes being in L.A. when she's working, waking up with blue skies and sun every day, seeing some of her best friends. I wish I were there, but whatever. This is my life.

Love,

Elizabeth
April 5th

Dear Diary

I read blogs and pieces and see paparrazzi shots of Carey all the time now and I’m getting a little obsessed I think. I know she must google herself, I google her, I mean. Sometimes they say such mean things. I know she’s worried her aunt or in-laws will read something negative about her in a review or online and feel sorry for her, or worry that it will upset her. So I know she’s worrying about their worry, which is like this whole thing, spiraling or dovetailing into bit of maddening madness.

Personally, I know she tries to be none the wiser, because she doesn't intend to read what people say about her, but the idea that she has to be strong for other people, and that they're concerned for her must be difficult.

I haven’t told her yet I’m writing about her. Seriously. Can I publish this? My husband says IT IS WEIRD and DOESN’T WORK. I emailed the editor at this magazine and he said weird is better so idk? 

Just your effort to have a go at something is taken so seriously. And anybody can write, anyone now. It's not limited any more. Anyone with an opinion, whether it's remotely intelligent or not can just write it.” But how intelligent do you have to be?

I remember one time when we were younger, Carey and I imagined what it will be like when we're 40. “I'll be like, 'I'm an adult,'” Carey said. Maybe then she'll feel qualified as an actress? Will she still need the scrapbooks? Carey has always been cast younger, she's always been treated like someone younger. I know she also became a wife recently. Maybe now she's married that has started to change. “So the next decade I'll think about expanding out of acting,” she said a little bit ago. She would like to direct films too, but “way down the line. I like the control of film, in that once you've done it, you can send everyone away and make all the decisions on your own.”

But for now Carey still feels unqualified. Diary, I think we’re in the same boat. But picture that? It’s a small boat, and the ocean is pretty big.

Love, as always,

Elizabeth.







THUMPERS

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I love this band and I love this song and I love this video.





They're called Thumpers.  When I was a kid I had a stuffed Thumper from Bambi and I took it everywhere with me.  However my attachment to that toy is completely unrelated to my love of this band.

WHY DON'T YOU CURL UP AND DRY

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After many years of straightening my hair, a couple of years ago, I stopped. I won't lie—it was a difficult adjustment. Naturally curly hair is harder to manage and there is no set way of dealing with it. Everyone's texture is completely different, and your tresses are at the whim of humidity, climate, and fairies, so it's not surprising that so many women with curly hair choose to straighten, because at least then you can rely on it looking the same every day.

But for many naturally curly-haired women who refuse the use of an iron, styling their curls becomes a very serious business. There are many websites dedicated to discussions on which kind of curly hair you have. Lock-types are divided into numbers. “Am I a 3a or a 3b?” women scream hysterically on forums. “Who is doing no-poo!?” they yell. (No-poo is the method of washing your hair solely with conditioner, i.e. no shampoo. I'm an advocate.)








These forums are also filled with anger, particularly against women in the public eye with naturally curly hair who use heat to make it more manageable. They are known as faux-curlies and they are not our friends. There are also sob stories. Women who feel sidelined by popular culture, who were picked on at school, or didn't get jobs, and it was absolutely, definitely, no doubt about it, because of their curly hair (maybe). 
Luckily the music world has a lot of naturally curly stars and we should embrace and celebrate them for the sake of all those bullied spiral-heads out there. 

Mariah Carey
I recently saw a blog post about how much younger Mariah looks with her natural curls. So surely all people with curly hair look young! That's something to smile smugly about. Sadly, the 1967 law, “All women with curly hair have to paint their living room wall so it looks like a weird mottled mold den,” quickly wipes the smile off all our faces. Pretty brave of Mariah to pose in front of hers. Take a stand!



Shakira
Shakira has pretty sweet mermaid curls. The long kind you can use to cover your boobs when you can't find a bra and need to open the door to the mailman. This was Shakira in her super-blonde phase, at the 2001 Grammys. I'm not sure how she keeps it in such great condition, considering it's a long way from her natural colour, seen here on the right, when Shaki was 13 years old.


Beyoncé
Beyoncé has had a lot of hairstyles, and she frequently uses heat to create big, smooth curls, but when she goes natural, it's incredible. Remember in 2002 when she burst onto our screens, dripping in gold, for her first solo cut, “Work It Out?” Her afro bounced all over the place, it was a perfect curly dream: she had arrived.
I wouldn't recommend matching your lipstick and eye shadow to your hair color, as she demonstrates here, but that's just me. And who do you trust more? Me, or the triumphant glamazon that is Bey Bey? Of course it wouldn't be fair to mention one Knowles sister without the other...

Solange
There is no snide remark or pithy comment that I can make about this woman. She. Never. Ever. Gets. It. Wrong.

St. Vincent
A lot of hairdressers—the kind who get asked by glamorous magazines to pontificate on the best haircuts for curly hair—claim that if you have waves, your hair needs to be long to look good. They argue that it stretches the curl making it look “better” *cough* less curly *cough*. Well, one day I am going to find these hairdressers, and I am going to march into their salons, refuse the complimentary champagne, and hold up this picture of St. Vincent. She is an angel and her hair is like a black curl cloud framing her alabaster face.

Eliza Doolittle
Although, if you're going to have it long, man, it's good to have it this long. And to all you curly haters out there—Eliza is now a MODEL. So stick that where the sun don't shine.
Recently she added her vocals to a Disclosure track. It’s already a stone cold classic. Apparently Eliza uses products that are as natural as possible, which is another thing that gets talked about a lot on the curly forums. Products with silicone are a big no-no. They make your 'do all fluffy. But maybe you want fluffy hair. Hey, it's your world baby.

Alaina Moore from Tennis
I saw Tennis play in London a few years ago and was captivated by Alaina's hair. My straightened hair felt so boring in comparison to her insane, Stevie Nicks-style mad curls. You need buckets of crazy confidence to pull off curls like this, but find it somewhere and do it. You'll never look back. After the show the only conversation topic was her mega-hair. And Tennis had played an amazing set. 

Taylor Swift
Nowadays Taylor only ever has faux-curls, which is a shame, because as we can see from the photo above, she has lovely natural waves. I discovered the reason for this on a site with a post entitled: “TAYLOR SWIFT CURLY HAIR DRAMA.” Apparently she said, “My friends decided I had frizzy hair and was 'annoying' and they didn't want to hang out with me anymore.” I don't know if them finding her annoying was related to her hair, but when I think about how much I talk about my hair, in endless, minute detail, well, I imagine it probably was. 
She goes on to say, “'I saw this commercial on TV for leopard-print hair curlers. I was so stoked when I got those in the mail. They were cloth and you would roll your hair in one and snap the curler in place, and then you'd roll another one, snap it, and then intertwine the two. It was so painful to sleep on.”

You straight-heads have it so frickin’ easy. Here is a picture of Tay from those difficult days. Urgh. Her hair is so annoying.
I guess we should also talk about male musicians with curly hair. 

Actually, let's not. 

BEYONCÉ: FROM TRAGIQUE TO TRÈS CHIC

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We can split the fashion of Beyoncé Knowles into two eras. Pre-and post-2004. I'm not sure what happened in 2005 to make her dress sense evolve beyond knee-high pointy boots and angular, tummy-exposing denim, but I'm going to try and work it out. Here's Beyoncé before fame (front, second left). The girl next to her has a look on her face that screams, "OH MY GOD I'M STANDING NEXT TO BEYONCÉ."  Even though Beyoncé wasn't Beyoncé yet.  She was just Beyoncé… oh, forget it. Shout out to Kelly Rowland peeking over Bey's shoulder.  
What's that? You want to see a video of Beyoncé singing in her first girl band Girls Tyme? Okay. Let's watch that, then I will take you through her style evolution.




As we can see, Beyoncé was gearing up to become a megastar at an age when most of us were just about managing to, like, be alive. I can't help but watch this video of a pre-pubescent Knowles in her shiny lime green raincoat and matching high-tops, and get annoyed with my parents for not making me run for ten hours a day—while singing—when I was a kid. 
I am relieved, however, that my mother didn't insist on making my friends and me clothes to wear when we started our band.

Tina Knowles was a woman inspired. She designed recklessly for Destiny's Child; she mined many cultures and man-made fibres. She was gifted with the ability to create as if no one was watching. For example, in the early 2000s, Chinese Cheongsam dresses were everywhere. My sister wore one to her end of school ball.  Hopefully with chopsticks in her hair. Hopefully not with a bindi.  


This style of dress was beautifully cut, great with a pair of thin-strapped mules, and finished off to perfection with a fingerful of white glittery eye shadow, and a plum lip. Tina saw this happening, and she got to work: "Don't worry girls, you're not going to miss out on this trend." She took the idea and she ran a wheezing, sweaty marathon with it, vomiting out sheeny, crunched up outfits at the finish line.




Then Tina thought: "What other cultural stereotype can I utilize and transform? I know. Saris." The fact that Tina didn't buy enough fabric to make everyone the same outfit was a stroke of luck. This accident lead to a moment of incredible discovery, in much the same way as Alexander Fleming discovered Penicillin. Only instead of bacteria, it was crop tops and shorts created from surplus material.

Now Tina knew what she was doing. The girls would always wear outfits cut from the same cloth, but with each girl sporting a unique style. So it began.

From 1999 to 2000 Tina honed her talents. She revelled in her designs—as did we—and we often took more from them than Tina, perhaps, intended. Case in point: the outfits above, left, were a great way to draw attention to the DC's different boob sizes and make us all feel good about ourselves, big or small. Kelly looks particularly pleased with her toe-less, knee-high boots. I'm sure that white PVC isn't chafing her ankles one bit. And then we have Michelle's long, purple flap of leather which dangles from her top and waves in front of her crotch. Her purple crotch flap! Utter perfection. Kelly's hand looks a bit tense though. She doesn't seem very comfortable. I wonder why.
By 2001 LaToya and LaTavia were out—which is a shame, because their names are so good—and Michelle and Farrah were in. Then Farrah kicked was to the curb too. Keep up please. Nevertheless, DC’s 1999 album,The Writing’s on the Wall (featuring the original members), continued to produce increasingly awesome singles well into 2000. Then came “Independent Women Part 1,” followed by “Survivor,” and “Bootylicious.” All of which is to say, Destiny’s Child were everywhere. So it stands to reason that by 2001, Tina was also at the height of her powers. She had climbed her design mountain and she was standing at its summit, rolling out greasy leather and chopping it into hot pants. She was on fire. Every week she wowed the world with yet another incredible Destiny's Child ensemble.

The single glove, people.  THE SINGLE GLOVE. 



Michelle's boots! She must have been so excited that Tina let her wear those while Beyoncé and Kelly just had to wear dumb, boring silver ones! And then… hot holy hell. 

Wait. Sorry. I need a second. Orange suede ponchos with turquoise boots and accessories? I'm gonna be honest, if you'd suggested this combo without showing me the picture, I would've said it sounds like a really, really bad idea. Just goes to show my lack of fashion vision. 


Is it me or does Kelly look sort of relieved that she isn't wearing a cowboy hat? Oh no, it's probably just that she's really stoked she got to wear the chaps. 
I feel a classic Tina Knowles 2001 patriotic moment coming on...

I love me some flag bell-bottoms!
But then, something happened. Something went wrong. One day in 2002, Kelly went *gulp* off-brand.

Somewhere, there is a denim pencil skirt with matching denim halter-top that's never been worn. It hangs, dusty and sad, next to a turquoise trilby and matching turquoise heels. This night was the tipping point: something had changed. By the following year, Destiny's Child began to break away from their tried and tested matchy-matchy looks. 

I feel pretty sure Tina was still dressing Beyoncé at this time. Semi-matching gypsy skirts—check—but Bey’s boobs are really stealing the show here. A foreshadowing of events to come.
By this point the trio were all focusing on solo projects, which in turn meant solo styles. Although Beyoncé had hit her sonic stride with songs like “Crazy in Love,” “Baby Boy,” and “Naughty Girl, she was still very much dictated to by her mother's frankly batshit sense of fashion.

Here's Bey in 2003, which, as you we all know, was the year of the fur-trimmed corsets. 
What do you mean you don't remember?

This dress is Versace. The label have never openly discussed that they are influenced by the designs of Tina Knowles, but it seems pretty apparent here. (Again, note Beyoncé’s right breast’s attempt to grab the limelight by trying to break free from this algae-green ribbon-prison.) And then she had an UGG moment. Ugh.


But by the time 2005 rolled round, Beyoncé was upping her game. She started looking slick and glamorous all the time. Black velvet to the Oscars? Drool.


Also, Someone has been watching the intro for Sex and The City over and over again! 


But when she reunited with her bandmates, the threesome slunk back into their old ways, like twitchy addicts reaching once more for the sequinned spandex and puckered, straining satin. But although the girls were reunited, something had changed forever. Like a couple who decide to give it another go, the ladies were desperately trying to make it work, but Beyoncé was cheating on them with her solo career. She was the beauty to Jay-Z's beast —one half of the most influential pop power couples of all time (Kanye really knows what's up). And thanks to two weeks of knocking back maple syrup flavored lemon juice she was now a serious movie star. Hello Dreamgirls.

By this point designers weren’t so much knocking down her door as stampeding through it with the same demented fervor with which I attack a breakfast buffet. Now, every girl loves their Mum, but if it's a choice between a glittering, gorgeous Elie Saab gown, or a crinkly, elasticated, flared, purple, rhinestone jumpsuit (probably)… well, sarry, we know which one we'd pick. 
In short, in 2006 Beyoncé learned the words, “No, Mum,” which in turn allowed her stylists Ty Hunter and Raquel Smith, and Sasha Fierce—duh—to step stuff the eff up. Her emancipation from spandex was mirrored in her business life, when, in 2011, she fired her manager dad, Matthew Knowles. Bam! Beyoncé was sampling Major Lazer, and shrugging on Gareth Pugh, Givenchy, and Gaultier. And Tumblr-ing pictures of Jay-Z pushing her on a swing. She became edgy. And provocative. She worked with Lady Gaga and wore a beekeeper hat. She cried in her 50s-retro stockings, she told girls they run the world, and then she told them to bow down. Bitches. She got married and became a mother. 
Nowadays it's hard to remember the sartorial innocent she once was. She's become an icon—and I would never use such a lame word if I didn't really mean it. AND I DO.


For example, the way she wears patterns and chunky gold jewellery on the beach. Or the way she rocked braces in 2009 for a lunch date with Jay. Even while pregnant she kept it vibrant and classy.  


But sometimes, just sometimes, I miss the days when she would step out with Michelle and Kelly, in an outfit that was almost too perfect for the occasion. For example these inexplicable scout uniforms.


Which is why it made me so happy in 2009 when she wore this specially made outfit to meet Lewis Hamilton before the Grand Prix. Likewise, this Superbowl Promo outfit from earlier this year.

We love you Beyoncé. We love you in a classic jumpsuit, low ponytail, and red lips at the 2013 Grammy's



And we love you at the 2004 Music Awards with an enormous weave hair, a gold jacquard short suit, and rhinestone trim. 



But most of all, we love how you're an incredibly inspiring feminine force in the music industry, and one who has succeeded while spending 70% of your career in chaffing man-made fibers, styled in seriously dubious ways. Every woman has a chequered (sometimes literally) past when it comes to fashion, and we want to celebrate yours in all it's odd hues and crinkly textures.  

WHAT I LEARNED ABOUT STYLE FROM AEROSMITH'S 'CRAZY'

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Imagine your dad is a rock star. And not a modern day rock star, an old-school, fur-wearing, long-haired man-child. The kind of guy who wears leather trousers to church. The kind of guy who only goes to church so he can make out with his girlfriend in a wooden pew so he can then write a song about it called, “Makin' Love in Front of Jesus.” It would be pretty cool, right? You could borrow his clothes. Your friends would love him. He'd probably serve up lots of deeply resonant life lessons over three fingers of malt whiskey. When you were thirteen.
Well, Liv Tyler has that dad. And in 1994 Liv appeared alongside the official “Aerosmith Chick,” Alicia Silverstone, in her dad's band’s video for “Crazy.” The legend goes that the director of the video wanted to cast 17-year-old Liv after seeing her in a hair commercial, having no idea of the family connection. Random.  The result is utterly wonderful, and very stylistically inspiring.




The result is one of the most classic 90s music videos, a patchwork of Aerosmith performing live cut with salacious (and pretty exploitative) scenes of wild abandon starring the teenage girls. But today we care about Liv and Alicia's amazing style and hair. Seriously, they looked incredible. How incredible?
THIS INCREDIBLE.

I love any video that starts with a girl pulling her panties out of her butt crack, so I'm already on board.

Two words: saddle shoes. 


Remember when you were ditching class and climbing out the bathroom window and you got your kilt snagged on something and accidentally revealed your big lacy French knickers? You know, it's the realness of this video that makes it so relate-able.

Truthfully, I don't really understand what’s happening in this next bit. Alicia is a teenager with a convertible? Okay, that's not that completely insane, I guess this is like Laguna Beach, or maybe she's a rich vampire like in Twilight, or possibly she's a witch. Wait, is this Hogwarts? Whatever the case, it does seem slightly odd that she would cover the back seat of her car with clothes, then leave the top down all day, unprotected, in the school parking lot. I don't know anyone who would be that frivolous with their wardrobe, let alone a style savvy teenage girl.

Although maybe this next scene explains it: I guess if you're riding around in your car topless, having what is commonly known as a Bra Drive, it would be handy to have a spare couple of tops on the seat behind you that are just one backwards grope away. (Look-Mom-No-Hands-Bra-Drives are not encouraged, but you know, these two are R-E-B-E-L-S.)

There is actually a very serious story behind this video which not a lot of people know about. Tragically, the guitarist of Aerosmith suffers from a condition called Facehair—not to be confused with facial hair, which is entirely normal. Part of the aim of the video was to draw attention to this devastating issue. #PrayForFaceHair
Our thoughts are with you, man. 
Unfortunately the director must've missed this memo because almost every shot of this video is full of Liv and Alicia. So let's go with that and get back to them. After what must have been an extensive Bra Drive—at least three hours—it's night and the girls pull up at a gas station. 

Liv gets to work on filling up the gas. Apologies for the gratuitous shot, but you need to see her skin-tight pants and fluffy blue cropped cardigan. And look at her hair! This is perfect hair. This is hair that can be given a Cindy Crawford 90s blow dry, or messed up into a grungy, tousled mop. Heavenly. I bet it smells like watermelon.



While Liv is outside pumping gas, Alicia is inside, openly dropping novelty sunglasses into her Aztec tapestry backpack. You know what? One can never have enough bunny sunglasses in one’s life. 

Liv enters stage left and notices that the cashier has no problem with Alicia's thievery, so she grabs a huge loaf of bread and stuffs it in her bag. I had no idea carb loading was such a big deal in the 90s. Although now I think about it, back then didn't everyone's diet consist of Twinkies, Lucky Charms, and microwave pizza? Those were the days, eh?


To say thank you to the dopey cashier, the girls bundle into the photo booth and take some saucy shots for him. I'm more interested in owning Alicia's quilted mini dress than the naughty pics, TBH


The girls rent a room at a motel and get changed for the evening, probably after dining on a meal of Wonder Bread. Alicia applies a touch up of her matte plum lipstick, a staple in the make-up bag of every self-respecting 90s teenage girl. 

Liv wriggles herself into some ridiculous 70s flares, which must have come from Daddy's wardrobe. Liv seems very excited. I understand this as I too am a big fan of flimsy white manmade fibers. Meanwhile, Alicia dons a super-smart double-breasted pinstripe suit, oversized shirt, black tie, and trilby. I wish this was how those serious businesswomen dressed on The Apprentice. She looks awesome. Like a blonde Dick Tracy.
The ladies drive to a nearby strip joint, natch. Alicia takes control and they snag table, ready to watch the show. But pretty soon Liv is being pulled up on stage because, ahem guys, this is AMATEUR NIGHT. Er what? Is that a real thing? 

Yes. Yes it is. 

Liv does a fantastic job, Dad would be so proud. She manages to not get her colossal bell bottoms caught up once. Alicia really enjoys the performance. Look at her here, all cute in her big shirt and tie. I remember the first time I saw this video at a friend’s house (my parents were so mean, they wouldn't let us have MTV), I was floored by Alicia's hair. It poured over her shoulders like golden silk. She was also the queen of the 90s hair flick. Back in the day before hairdressers had even conceived of layers. Jennifer Aniston's hairdresser ruined everything.

The director of the video clearly wanted to highlight the Tyler blood connection, as next thing we know Liv has found a microphone (I'm sure strip clubs leave them strewn all over the floor), and is impersonating her daddy. She nails the high kick and even mimics the clip where he's seen hocking a loogie onto a fan. Note the trademark Steven Tyler scarf tied to the mic stand. Bet the director was SO stoked with that detail.

Now, if I owned this kind of bra I would totally be up for a three hour Bra Drive. This is some intergalactic underwear!

After a night of jumping on their motel bed (probably) the girls emerge from their room, blinking into the sunset, showcasing their day two outfits. Denim cut-offs and sleeveless denim waistcoat over a crop top for Alicia, a gauzy dress and clunky boots for Liv. Is this what love feels like? You know what this video really needs now? A tractor.

Oh thank God.
While driving along a beautiful country road the girls spy this agricultural monster being ridden by Stereotypical Hot Topless Model Guy With Curtains. 

They obviously stop the car and yell at him, encouraging Stereotypical Hot Topless Model Guy to leave his tedious farm work and join them on a glorious summery romp. And of course he does just that. In fact, he is so desperate to partake in their whimsy that he forgets to turn off the tractor, which trundles on and probably maims all his sheep in a messy, wooly bloodbath. I just hope after all that they have a bra big enough to fit him. #BraDrive

The three comrades drive to a horrible, mucky pond in the middle of the field. Liv and Alicia run to the water, probably squealing and exclaiming, “Chase me, chase me!” But the Stereotypical Hot Topless Model Guy is having none of it.

He just sits on the hood of the car, his oiled arms crossed, and begins to feel bad about the wooly bloodbath he has created back on the farm. In fact he's so sad about it he's forgotten to do up his acid wash jeans properly. “Nuh-uh ladies.”

But how can he resist when they strip down to their big pastel granny panties and floral bralets? (The latter is very on trend right now, FYI. See.) The three of them splash around in the likely Cholera-harboring water for all of ten seconds before Liv and Alicia have had enough. They dash out and jump into the convertible, taking Stereotypical Hot Topless Model Guy's jeans with them as they go. LOL.

He is forced to run behind the car trying to catch up, displaying his hilariously white buttocks. But don't worry, these girls might be wild, but that doesn't mean they're not kind. They stop the car and Stereotypical Hot Topless Model Guy leaps onto Liv, crotch first. Terrifying.

For the final shot in the video we return to the tractor, which is still motoring its way around the field. The camera zooms out and we see that this is what has happened to all that wheat. DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY DID THERE? (Maimed sheep out of shot.)
There are so many takeaways from this video it's hard to summarize, but the salient points run like this:
1. The saddle shoe comeback starts here.
2. Wonder Bread is good for your figure.
3. Crop tops are timeless.
4. And so is taunting boys.
5. Every girl should go on a #BraDrive once in a while. 

AND SHE WAS

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My friend Tarek is an amazing designer from Sydney who makes beautiful and VERY COLOURFUL clothing.  His label is called And She Was (*Talking Heads lyric nudge nudge wink wink*).  He also designs for a lot of other companies including River Island,  Island, Forever 21 and Pull & Bear.

His clothes for ASW are like summer in a bowl, or the summer in a bowl I imagine people with much longer legs than me who go to Coachella and have boyfriends called Hayden have.  That said, I've been obsessed with his pink and purple knit ever since I got my claws on it.






I stole that Topman rucksack from Jeremy, don't tell him.

So yes, Tarek is a very talented designer.  Mainly though I know him as a hilarious Australian who posts reams of pictures of Ja'mie on my Facebook, and is the best karaoke partner in all of these green and pleasant lands. He is SO quiche, ILY!

He does a lot of playsuits and matching separates, I am the number one fan of this purple playsuit from last season.


EMBROIDERY KLAXON, ALSO ASOS TAPESTRY FLATFORMS KLAXON


The next collection is called 'Animal Instinct', and it's insane.  I had a sneak peak, it's super punchy and very very good.  Lots of leopard print and pieces with names like Roaring Playsuit.  Pat Benatar would be so into it.  

Their website is here.  

OH OH OH IT'S MAGIC

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It's Saturday, it's raining, let's read. 

When I'm looking for a book to read, I normally want it to do three things.

1.  Be a coming of age book.  The older I get the more flexible I am with the term "coming of age".  It used to mean 17, then it was 21-ish, now it's anything that has happened to anyone after they cook dinner using more than one pan.  But basically I like it when characters go on some sort of adventure and emerge irreversibly changed.

2.  Be full of excellent writing.  I am always finding inspiration for lyrics in books (and by that I mean pilfering ideas shamelessly) so as much as I would love to just read Point Horror for the rest of my life (sorry R.L. Stine, no offence meant), and I do still read far too much Point Horror, I love most books I read to be, like, well written, yeah?

3.  Maybe, possibly, if it's OK, have the story take place in a world that isn't really here?  Whether that's some magical land, or the 90's, or a place where college students accidentally kill a man during a Bacchanalian ritual is fine with me.  

Well, 'Magicians' and 'The Magician King', the first two books in a trilogy by Lev Grossman, ticked all of those boxes...





At first I was put off by the sticker on the front of one of the books, "HARRY POTTER FOR GROWN UPS", it yells - mainly because I consider Harry Potter to be an important literary work for people of all ages.  But once reading it I understood the reviewer meant something very different.  Grossman deals with the discovery of magic, and a magical kingdom, but his characters are very much rooted in the 21st century.  Their cynism is completely intact.  When I was a kid Narnia and places like it (that sounds like I think Narnia is like Hull or something - a real place.  Let me make it clear, I know that Hull is ficitional) seemed so perfect and blissfull, introduced to me by perfect wartime children with RP and grey knee socks.  And for Grossman's lead character Quentin, an insecure 17 year old from Brooklyn, it was the same.  But then imagine if you actually went to Narnia, and had a conversation with a talking animal, and actually talking to an animal is kind of dull because they just want to tell you boring things like how hungry they are and what they like to eat and where the dry spots are in the forest, and they don't have the poetry to explain to you what it's like to fly through the air when it's snowing.  That's just one of the amazing things Quentin discovers.  

And the writing? It's brilliant.  I will let this paragraph below do all the talking. 


Although clearly Lev Grossman and I disagree massively on how many times someone can watch 'The Craft'.  So yes, these books are perfect rainy Saturday reading.  

As for the 'Complete Book Of Witchcraft', I bought it when I was at university.  Probably after putting "MAGIC BOOK PLEASE" into Google.  I remember of feeling of WHAT IS THAT?! I MUST HAVE IT  Well, it's a pretty weird book.  How weird?  This weird.


Yeah, I don't really read that one too much. 

(By the way, if anyone wants to recommend books to me, please do in the comments!  I need new reads for tour). 

I BRING YOU FLOWERS: YUMI

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We're going on tour on Sunday, and I'm starting to think about packing and whether or not I can feasibly stay in my pajamas everyday in the van.  (Probably not).  One thing I do know I'll be wearing is this suit from Yumi.


Yumi is the baby of Uttam Nepal, who started the label 10 years ago when he was selling knitwear from his home country of Nepal at Camden Market.  Now they sell a huge mixture of clothing, beautiful prints with gorgeous embellishments, and they're not afraid of a bit of lace.  What can I say, I can't resist a floral suit.


Also, can I take a moment to talk about the amazing wonder that is these Vagabond Dioon boots?  They're like walking on a frickin' cloud, so insanely comfortable.  Although, they're impossible to find anywhere as they're pretty in demand *shakes fist at sky*. 




I GUESS I WOULD BE JUGHEAD

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Growing up I loved Archie Comics. They were a staple of our summer car drives up to Newcastle to visit family.  I have many happy memories of eating Mr. Kipling's cakes with a Double Digest balanced on my knee, my sister gazing out the window, as she tried not to be sick.  

This year MAC did a collaboration with Archie's.  I love a lot of the MAC collaborations, they have so many brilliant ideas, but their Archie one was definitely my favourite.  I bought A LOT from MAC that month, including...

1.  This heart shaped mirror which comes with its own case.



2. This lipstick in Ronnie Red.  I wear red lipstick pretty much everyday, and this shade is gorgeous.  I'm trying to eke it out for as long as possible.  



(Me trying to eke it out).

3. Betty's powder in Flatter Me.  This is described as a blush, but I use it more as a highlighter as it's very peachy and quite pale.  I felt like a bit of a traitor getting a Betty shade as growing up I always wanted to be Veronica, but I stand by my decision now.



4.  The makeup bag.  The white PVC with red lining, heart-shaped, tubular makeup bag.  I regret nothing.  (By the way I mean tubular in sense of its shape, but also in the surf bro sense "TUBULAR!").


Sadly the possibilities to buy all this are long gone (PSST!  You can still get some on eBay).  But I think there should be more collaborations between beauty/fashion brands and comics.  Have there been more that I missed?  Imagine a Batgirl range of eyeshadows, or Scott Pilgrim-inspired hair dye!  Neil Gaiman must have hundreds of ideas that could be transformed into things I can put on my face and body.  His character Death from Sandman?

As for the Archie comics themselves, I still read them.  Although, and I hate to say it, Archie's experience of touring - chasing down jewel thiefs and the like - is not really the same as my experience of touring.  


And the London Eye failed to impress our red-haired, freckle-faced friend. 


UPDATE: Charlotte Olympia has just launched a range of Archie inspired shoes and handbags INCLUDING THIS AMAZING ARCHIE CLUTCH arrhgfhdjsfdsk!



PAGING WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

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It's Wednesday, it's Winter and I am wearing this velvet playsuit which makes me feel like...




Wednesday's got the moves!

River Island are on fire at the moment, they are killing it, no MURDERING IT WITH THEIR GOTHIC GUILLOTINE WHILE THEIR BROTHER WATCHES.  I got this about a month ago and have hardly worn anything else, and that's despite all the extra disrobing needed to go to the loo - coat off, cardigan off, ew do I leave them on the floor?? (sorry if that's too much information).


Look at the lace collar LOOK AT IT.  And I love the buttons.  I need a name necklace that says 'Wednesday' though, instead of my dumb old name.


I also got this red coat which I wear with a bit of black and white faux fur.  Some of my friends say it makes me look like Cruella Deville but I take that as a compliment.



Sometimes I think about what Wednesday Addams would be doing now. Wednesday from the 1993 film would be about 33. What kind of job would she have - if any? Would she be living in New York, still wearing black and deep into her fifth year of intense therapy?  Or would she still be at the Addams family ruin, roaming the graveyard and slowly turning into her mother?  Either way, I really hope she would still be in love with this guy.






DREAM TEA

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On Tuesday I took my mum for cream tea at Apsleys at The Lanesborough Hotel for her (belated) birthday present.  It was also the last time for six weeks that I will get to sit in a comfortable chair and eat cakes while listening to some tinkly grand piano, as those things are weirdly generally absent from tour.  I was so excited about tea I may have fallen on the Tube escalator on the way there.  But no one saw so it wasn't real. 

It was the first time I've done tea at Apsleys, and it was marvellous.  They have all the standards - sandwiches, scones and pastries - but they also had these amazing stilton and caramelised onion tartlets and toasted tea cakes.  Oh, and a coffee and marscapone amuse-bouche.  Let me tell you, after that my bouche was very amused.


We ate it all (and a couple of refill plates of sandwiches) under a beautiful glass ceiling, and my mum was very keen on this huge flower display.  


(I could have eaten about 6 more scones). 

PACK(WO)MAN

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Packing today for tour.  Here is the contents of my rucksack for day to day van living.  I have to admit, I'm reading Daniel Handler only after inserting "books like 'The Secret History'" into Google.  The other books I'm taking are 'The Norton Anthology Of Poetry' for pretentious album three lyric inspiration and 'The Photo Book' because, hey, it's basically an adult picture book.


I don't drink so the sunglasses aren't for hangovers.  But they are for mornings.  Those mornings when you've had four hours sleep the past three nights and you've lost your voice and you don't think you'll ever be warm again.

GOD I AM SO EXCITED FOR TOUR.





Also, from an ethical standpoint, TOMS are awesome.

These are my hair essentials.  The Umberto Giannini Curl Friends range is so good for my hair.  I love their Flirty Curls Scrunching Jelly, and I love this smoothing balm for the day after I wash.


My Mason Pearson hairbrush is the one of the best, most well made, beautiful things I own.  I had one when I was a kid then it got lost somewhere on the way to adulthood.  My mum reminded me of them again earlier this year after India Knight became the latest advocate of the idea of brushing with a Mason Pearson 100 times a day for perfect hair.  I don't do that because my curls would go manic, but I use it when I wash and it has made so much difference.

Also, I love the packaging, I feel like the design probably hasn't changed much since the company started in 1885.

The Archie/Mac makeup?  Guys, we've talked about this.


And last, but not least, the Ovaltine.  I love Ovaltine.  I drink it almost every day.  And I always crave something sweet when we come off stage so this (and a Toffee Crisp...and Malteasers...and prawn cocktail crisps) is perfect.  But man do I feel like an idiot packing my crate of it into the van next to the flight cases.

Ovaltine, my one true love.  Stay with me always.


I'm in one of those panic packing modes now, if people want to shout out things at me to remember that would be really helpful.  I feel like I could very well leave for a month without any pants and not notice till Manchester.


IT'S ALL HAPPENING

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Second day of tour today, hello Manchester, and I've gone for an 'Almost Famous' inspired outfit.  While I would love to be Penny Lane, deep down I know I'm more Sapphire, as played by Fairuza Balk.  The kind of woman who runs face first into a brick wall.





I don't know what this furry fluffy feathery coat thing is, but I want it.  Especially if it comes with that choker featuring a huge stone.


That is a lot of lace worn over lace, paired with more lace.  Thumbs up.

Of course, I would encourage ladies to not just want to be the Band Aids following Stillwater around, but to be making the music themselves, or occupying positions of power in the music industry (hey, in any industry).  But that doesn't mean we can't be inspired by the dress sense of Penny et al (or her real life inspiration, Bebe Buell - below with Alice Cooper and Todd Rundgren).


I interviewed Bebe once and she was wonderful.  Hilarious, romantic and full of amazing stories.  The things that lady has seen, the people she has met.  Anyway, Fairuza Balk is one of my heroes (did you know she now makes candles?), and therefore so is Sapphire.  I'm not heavily into 70's fashion, but this kimono and mock leather shorts from Missguided really swayed me.  And of course, where would I be without my trusty tapestry flatforms from ASOS?  Seriously, WHERE WOULD I BE?





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