125 "It's hard to dance with the devil on your back; stuff that dreams are made of..."

Pumping ourselves full of alcohol so I can talk your shit and stand there attempting to behave like a "normal" person. You may no think it is very real but sometimes you have to put on the mask to get to the essence of what it is.  At the end of the day we are all human... all spewing and sicking up the crap that got squeezed into us in some kind of attempt to give some meaning to this social sickness. Maybe it is just a way to be human. I just want to have fun and forget about the pointlessness of it all. I can't be guilty of smiling and singing and dancing.
  If we pose for the camera. Flash my face. Flash my teeth. I'm grimacing at that little bit of ego and spitting in their faces. Fuck. I know I look good (or I feel good - for once)  and YES it is disappointing - and we wish we weren't like that - but I want people to see you here with me. Maybe. Just maybe pretending is reality and if I take it far enough I forget myself and we can just LIVE. If it all for nothing we might as well do IT ALL. you know who I am.
   Disco Balls. Disco ball. My body likes to dance and it is me when I am free.
Walking past the paparazzi. Maybe they are a "star" but today I feel more and maybe we are just young and beautiful . You mean more to me and that is what counts.
  The devil calls us in. Snaky grin in this den of antiquity. If we squint and drink all those suited booted twats disappear and it is just you and me, the gold and the dancing.
    She twisted in the sky. There visions will be gone in the morning but this is feeling. At this point in time I can do anything.
   I suck up the champagne from her mouth filling me up with light joy. I am she. Candlelight does not compare but it glows enhancing the euphoria.
   This is a game of russian roulette but tonight I am on top and the blood does not stop moving. They are watching. Everyones watching. Bare foot dancing. Stamping and Swirling. That arrow shoots right through in to my heart and I am flying. Wrapping myself around you shuddering... up to the stars?
  This is not a dream. This is what I am feeling right now. The truth. Snippets of pure sight.

We can dance our way through the days and nights...

I forgot what it was to actually be happy without any pain in the back of your head.
I forgot that being with someone could actually help me instead of making me feel like I was getting strangled by torment.
I forgot this was a good thing.

Shabba-dabba-RA

Carnival

Pictures from Notting Hill Carnival 2011

TriPPPle Nipples

Last night was one of THOSE nights....
The Old Blue last seems to stage anything and everything and yesterday was definitely the BEST.
The Vice issue launch saw the eclectic mix of Mafia Lights, Trippple Nipples and Dam Mantle take to the stage.
Trippple Nipples made my life! Three crazy naked japanese girls, squashed strawberries, nappies and three middle aged balding white guys on the instruments (dressed in what can only be described as - paper mache multi coloured bondage on acid flower suits)

Ah I am In LOVE

Coquette at Kettners

On Saturday I was lucky enough to attend the fabulously frivolous Coquette at Kettners in Soho courtesy of the charming Mr Carter in oder to take some pictures . I had an amazing time sipping on champagne and cocktails, gorging (really over stuffing) on finger sandwiches and divine cakes and tarts, being pampered to the extreme ( I had my nails painted for the first time ever), learning how to be a lady and dancing the afternoon away (with the odd tarot reading on the side!) .
    This girls only event is a real luxury and a wonderful party. There is anything and everything to entertain oneself (just not enough time in the day)... The hair, make up, clothing and shopping continues all afternoon ( as does the unlimited food and drink) but guests can also participate in skin care treatments, private dance lessons and lectures in the art of being wonderful. I particularly enjoyed the wiggling class which was full of sexy character, the kissing talk (given by writer of the compendium of kisses) which was both entertaining, interesting, scientific and (thanks to Mr Carter's acting as a glamorous assistant ) hilarious and learning to dance the Charleston. Here are a few pictures ...