MCACAPOLYPSE

HAPPY MCWEEN!


What is it exactly with Londoners and Halloween?And the X Factor being a predominant MUSTMUST? I don't know where exactly the rest of the world was last week, but I was at  CULTURAL APACOLYPSE!  (no Im not dyslexic it actually was spelt this way).

I always admire people who can "do" Halloween, but in a way that’s the really unique and never-seen-before i would never have thought of that -esqueness  (i.e. not cringeworthy). It makes the reality of our ever-warped party nature a lot more bearable. For this reason, I decided to "do" Halloweeeeeeen again. In East London. Again. Not at Metrolpolis again tho, but up the road at the APIARY STUDIOS "Cultural Alpacolypse" (mental asylum haunted palace painting of the Culturally Over. Collagism Extreme Makeover Installation is apart of the decor so the fun starts the night before with the installation and some cock sucking. As promised. The features were flamboyant but the message was simply spoken - with all the usual that you would expect to be present at the end of the world: 
Jesus, the Host, London, the Full Moon, Me, Holly, Holly's collage, MacDonalds, a deep fryer, MC Gaff E, a hulahooping tribal  KFC chicken palm reader , abandoned ASAHI beer, a pregnant man, (who Steph almost kissed), Steph, Tom Cruise, Thea, an awards ceremony (Thea won), a Redbull fountain,  a 15 minute DMT chamber (trap), a wheelchair for the dancefloor challenged, and drugs. And sex, and virgins (could tell by the kiss.)

Backstage:KFC TRIBAL QUEEEN

!!15 minute DMT TRAP!!

                             
                                             Thea with her Award **and a Space Monkey**

MC Gaff E

Jesus + Disciples

The night started off weird, like if you stepped into a bad Kinder Surprise... and ended owned by us (dancefloor owners).
 Totes a mix between The Fifth Element and Death Becomes Her, with a a wheelchair for dancers, a headbutting android, a Depeche Mode appearance and attacks of Mega LOLZ all night.
A special Thank-You to Steph Neoh for her 300+ photos.

MORE JESUS

Just Cant Get Enough?? A bum asked me not for change but if "I had asthma", Plus I got headbutted by an android-which should hopefully work in my favour and smarten by brain..

                            Spider Chavs  up close,

 AND with  The Endless Redbull Fountain that does not recycle and will not smell of adidas socks, Spider meets the Chav for some AQUADANCING.

Wonder what next year will be like?

Would the virgins cum back for seconds?

****HAPPY HALLOWEEN, LATERS and 

LOLZ***

Woke up with a purse full of once falling tobacco encrusted frogs. No breast/no requests # nuff said.

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SPIDER CHAVS + MORE

SORRY I HAVENT POSTED for a while.

Has it been a while?

TA-DA!~! im back!!!

So many things have been happening actually. 

KMOSSED catches up with Spider Chavs, Frieze, Hunger Mag and the Dazed awards before getting busted by Mr Brainwash, and the whole entire time (a week) I haven't had internet! OUCHHHHH!!!!

So….there was Frieze. Anneliis Beadnell from P·P·O·W gallery NYC flew over to install  "Infinity Kisses" for Moving Image at the Bargehouse and I helped out. Haven't seen her since we both worked at Jack the Pelican Gallery in NYC 4 years ago so big catchups, liquor and hugs for everybody.

I didn’t actually make it to the Frieze Art Fair in Regents Park, however 4 of my best mates went and called it bland. The art I mean. What was NOT bland at all was the amount of plastic surgery and million dollar stretched to art oblivion smiles that froze out the entire fair. FRIEZE! 

Hung out with the Spider Chavs Friday night. 
Business as usual. 

 This time in honour of the Pussy Riots.

""Note- Flying Red Hat in background!""

Sighted them the next day outside  the Dazed Office on Old Street.

Snapped some more pics on further down Old Street. 10/10 Spider Chavs!!

Went to The Hunger Launch at RANKIN last Tuesday. The usual, manic, fun, free, everyone’s good looking and kinda blends into one big European drumstick.

My good looking friends @*HUNGER *Emmet Green, Alex Moon-Age and Louie Banks +2 *LOVE*

 So its the night after HUNGER, our internet is still on holidays (as our neighbours internet also). HMMM, what to do?!? Smoke a cigarette and pull out the magazine.  A Magarette.

Open to the page on artist computer geek CORY ARCANGEL. Can you imagine my luck? Its about art and the internet. THE INTERNET!!! Im sucked in straight away.

Cory is really cool. He hacks computer games in the name of art. Hes been shown at the Whitney, the Tate, MoMA and Neue. He talks about how social networks these days are like wearing teeshirts ten years ago, identification, advertising and publishing. He’s even got a blog “Sorry I haven’t posted”, which collects blog posts from around the world which begin with those very words. 

Interesting that self-publishing has bought out all this guilt.

“And its funny: to communicate the idea that you’re not communicating is that great paradox of non information.”

Other cool bit in conversation is how the presence of the web has changed art, and the global culture it has created. And how funny it is that the entire world loves watching cats on film (thanks You Tube - too true!)

“Why is it that cats unite the world in this way? And a lot of the time, you can’t even tell where the video is from, if the people didn’t put any identification in the text.

Its an anonymous bit of culture.”

Incidently, 10 years ago, in 2003, Cory sent his work to one of my best friends Thea Baumann, for an exhibition called Fragged in New Castle, Australia.

She was doing internet curation, and he was one of the first budding wave of artists reflecting on games culture in the internet world. She showed his work Super Mario Clouds, Super Mario Rave (dreaming of raving) and I Shot Andy Warhol, Nintendo Entertainment hacks (NES).

Cool huh! Now he's super duper famous!

Went to the Dazed G-Shock awards last night and have absolutely nothing to say about that, except that Holly and I lent against a wall which was actually fake (or maybe just for watches), and got busted by Mr Brainwash, from the Banksy Film, 'Exit Through the Gift Shop'  AND this absolutely beautiful creature with her KTZ purse and matching nails.

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London Fashion Week ss13

JUST ANOTHER

FASHION WEEK

Highlights ARE styling at the PRIMAL SCREAM gig, working alongside and wearing Jordan Askill in the Rock Vault, dressing backstage at KTZ, Holly-Anne's handbag, breaking my heel at the AnOther party and sleeping the night (an entire 3 hours) in a Belgravian mansion after I kissed the wrong person goodnight.
DAY 1 is the eve before FW and the Primal Scream gig in the spirit of Ray Ban's 75 years hosted by DAZED. Styling job with friend and UBER Stylist Alexandra Moon-Age and we've teamed up with a Black Cab Photobooth!! 

If you came you might have seen a Black Cab out front.

And if you did, you might have found yourself in the back seat sporting a killer outfit (styled by Alex and I) cast with trademark RayBans. 

In which case you were probably immortalized in a photograph. Or four.   

Sunglasses at night anyone? 

Just in case it's still not ringing any bells, here's the link!

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10151191522899406.463193.81958664405&type=1

Into the gig I go! The collaboration of Primal Scream and Sonic Youths Kim Gordon was mindblowing. It blew my mind back to being 15, under the covers cracking jokes; that time when you fall in love with your eyes closed and nothing is ever too loud. Which is the way it should be.

Day 2.KTZ Show @ Somerset house and im hungover. Me and the Holly Trap are dedicated dressers of tonights show! 2.5 champagne trips and finally there is mayhem backstage, the heels are 2 small and Elena, our little russian model, is not impressed. Im not either and nor is Holly. I've still got Primal scream blasting in my ears and Holly has a new hangbag. Which she made herself.

Holly Anne's Handbag X Collagism X

 NO PHOTOS ALLOWED.

On stage,the show itself was dark and heavily textiled. With lace up shorts, thigh high boots, alien-esque body suits and otherwise otherworldly street wear pieces like cut-out bike shorts and patent leather baseball caps gave this Art Nouveau-inspired collection that little extra kick.

 The Accessories. Outstanding and Unexpected. Armour baby armour. Couture glam with sharp claws, shapes and silhouettes, pearlescent tones against harsh blacks shiny like gothic presents, the attention to detail creating the sense of a second skin.

CLAWS

OUR ELENA

Backstage, We munched on quarter model sandwiches, which were actually quite yummy and calorie packed. 
Which is why there were so many left over.

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J·O·R·D·A·N  A·S·K·I·L·L
"My natural instinct is to create objects that are my way of translating what I see in the world"

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Jordys work, like love, transcends the every day world.

 Preciousness. Fragility. Strength. Its SS13.

  

The Power of Flight. The beauty and freedom of avian creatures, the swallow and the macaw.

"the swallow. an icon in literature and poetry, in Oscar Wilde's Happy Prince. Poetry is the big wings that once landed- cant take off.
I find that so poetic."

"That whole thing of how a stone might have once been owned by Spanish princes, but then become a gift for Elizabeth Taylor."

  But mostly its about love. falling in love, long lasting love. 

And the best love story is just two love birds in a cage.

MY GIFT FROM JORDY *LOVE*
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The Party.

Annabels - the Mayfair haunt so upmarket that it's the only nightclub ever visited by the Queen,  - usually a place where you cant where anything (but you cant be naked either.)

The usually dignified members only institution - NO tits/legs/leggings/runners strict fabric policy/was now adored with the unseamed confidence of jeans, leathers, skin and sweat.

BOY GEORGE!!!!

Ben and I sipped our vodka cocktails and played the "What Annabels is wearing tonight game." Ben kept pointing to jeans. I won after spotting a pair of Nikes.

No - actually I won twice when, on my way up the stairs to heaven (the smoking section), my heel snapped! Death on the stairs becomes her.

....I've come along way since last year. This time I was actually on the list, I didn’t need a bunch of Italians in Paris to break in and then get my toe stepped on (and broken) by the host himself. 

No, this wasn’t a “you break into my party i'll break your toe kinda atmosphere”. 
It was "heel n toe heel n toe they will party lalala - clearly.".

Incidentely, I ended up staying in Belgravia that night, somehow my heel ended up in Edinburgh, now it's being sent in the post.

JUST

FASHION WEEK

what can i say, Carey M is the heel to maaaa shoe.

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