former tres tourist cover girl...

lida on hoxton in today's guardian...

'really rather terrifying...'

i could only be talking about the pamflet launch at 43 south molton last night, of course, which i have to say was the best yet... the excesses involved probably mean that we're going to have to hold our next launch in a 'roped off' section of the bar at after skool one saturday night and not a plush private members bar - snakebite anyone?

i didn't exactly get to do my speech either, which, let's be honest here, is probably for the best... i want bed or failing that, a spanish arch breakfast. mmm

thank your lucky stars...

for anyone who's ever moaned about the crapness of london fashion week, check out los angeles' contribution to the international fashion circuit. la fashion week, judging by reports from some US bloggers, is a deeply embarrassing affair and seemingly just another vehicle for miserable west coast slebs to whore their skinny asses for the paps. check out tara reid, paris, latoya jackson (!) et al on the front rows and reassure yourself with the words 'only in hollywood...'

show me your bones

show me your bones,
originally uploaded by small town flirt.

didn't know how much i missed you baby/why did you have to go awaaay/oh yeah/never knew how much i loved you/now that you're back,please staaay/ohhh whoooaaa

- lovesong to karen ohbaby

Z from The Like

Z from The Like,
originally uploaded by lord nick.

la girl, london street: it's all good baybee.

hey you what's that sound?

when i visit the german sites on the internet they all have The Minimal Sounds... i'm going back to berlin this weekend! it is -9 there! let's all wrap up very very warm...and keep dancing.

i like the like

download their cutesome fanzine here.

hey, annie!

my annie mac interview has finally been posted on shejay, but it's been edited slightly oddly... main points are there though!

look, honestly, hold on

i don't care about the nme awards (below).
forget katie grand. (interviewed very nicely in ES this evening. KG is well good.)
all my being a celebrity stylist dreams have just come true.
click here.

honest guv, it was an accident

that i ended up watching the end of the nme awards tonight. remember kids: you're only as rock 'n' roll as your hair is messy, so get scruffing up those mops or no one's ever gonna want to talk to you.

hmmm
the winners: lauren laverne was the only lady 'nominated' for an award - in the respectable category of radio show, as it happens, but the only female winner was actually Madonna for Sexiest Female, which, let's face it, even the NME couldn't have let Pete Doherty or the Arctic Monkeys win. Um. I guess no one heard Madonna's album then, cos like, sexiest female? Uhhhhhh like, was that a really halfarsed attempt to get her to turn up? how embarrassing. continue reading.

the finale: yes the awards formally known as the brats are still pedalling the 'godlike genius' trophy, which might be relevant if your idea of god resembles a vacant-eyed, northern primate that wouldn't sound like it could sing if someone added an echo equivalent of the turnbine room at the tate modern to the noise emitted from its mouthhole. words cannot express the excruciatingness of that man. mine certainly can't. and how can the ipc marketing team think it's a good idea to put conor 'conman' mcnicholas on the small screen?? give me mariah carey any day.

what was i going to say? oh yeah - madonna: sexiest female. ian brown: godlike genius.

tokengirl has left the building.