In at Number 1 of what to do tonight is The Matt Irwin : PUNK. PERFECT. AWFUL
Private view at Cordy House with Dazed Digital. Matt Irwin, the son of devout Mormon parents, spent his teenage years dividing his time between working in a tractor factory and tying miniature explosives to his bike and riding around like a lunatic. Fast-forward a decade or so, and he is pretty much one of the most sought-after young photographers working in Britain today. Starting out, in his own words, "taking pictures of fucked up, lo-fi punk kids", Matt Irwin is now pointing his lens at supermodels for Vogue, Self Service and V Magazine among others, and shooting campaigns for leading high street stores.
In at Number 1 of what to do tonight is The Matt Irwin : PUNK. PERFECT. AWFUL
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY DOLLYMIXERS! Or, if you're not attached, Happy Single-Awareness-Day! For yes, the so-called most romantic day of the year has rolled its bandwagon into town once again. Whilst I do have a boyfriend who managed to get me a present so mindboggingly brilliant, I almost got down on one knee and proposed to him (see photograph), I'm not totally ignorant of the fact that if you're not attached, the culture around Valentines Day can make you feel a bit worthless.
Prior to meeting my ex in Summer 2007, I was single for three long years, and know all too well the horrors of working in an office where everyone apart from yourself is surrounded by sappy cards and red roses. All these things appear to designed to make the single girl feel like crap whilst simulatenously worrying that she'll die alone and end up being eaten by her 55 cats.
I try not to "do" Valentines Day for a number of reasons. Mainly because I'm not particularly girly, and believe that there's more to life than wasting my hard earned money on overpriced tat. Plus, I told Mr. Cay in no uncertain terms that if he bought me heart shaped chocolates, flowers or (perish the thought!) a novelty teddybear, I'd have no hesitations in feeding them to his next door neighbour's dog.
Looking for something to do in Manchester this weekend? Why Don't You....
:: Enjoy a cup of tea and a cupcake at the Sweet Tooth Cupcakery in Chorlton Cupcakes are the new rock and roll, as any fule doth know. With Chorlton frequently being referred to as Manchester's answer to Islington (just without the Caledonian Road and the bendy buses), it's no surprise that us uncouth Northerners have managed to get our own rather delightful little bakery as well.
In my opinion, this is one of the best cake shops in the world. Located in a hidden away corner, and decorated in vintage Americana, all the cupcakes served are handmade in shop using the richest ingredients such as French butter, mascarpone and fresh fruits. and are given characters once created which range from famous Hollywood film stars to local characters.
Whilst you're there, be sure to try the Johnny Cash (double chocolate with an oreo base) accompanied by one of the bakery's signature milkshakes. Just make sure you wear something loose fitting.
Sweet Tooth Cupcakery, 9a Oswald Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Manchester M21 9LP
Whenever you write about children's television, you always feel duty bound to say Pah! Kids nowadays! When I was a child back in the 1980s, we had a veritable cornocopia of premium entertainment! somehow forgetting that we too were bombarded with cheap (and frankly bizarre) foreign imports (if you want an example, then look no further than He-Man and She-Ra who were only created to sell a line of dolls).
However, it appears that those up on high are also thinking that entertainment for those not yet legal enough to experience all the thrills and spills one can only get from a bottle of Cherry flavoured 20/20 and ten Superkings has hit the skids. A report released by the BBC Trust yesterday said that viewing figures for such children's entertainment stalwarts as Blue Peter and Newsround are in decline, and it's all that evil Anne Robinson's fault.
Various commentators are saying that the reason kids are no longer watching these programmes isn't just because The Weakest Link has hit BBC1's teatime schedules, but also because kids have now have access to a wide array of mindblowing entertainment via satellite kids channels and the internet. Why sit around with your fishfingers and chips watching the squeaky clean Blue Peter crew show you how to make a spaceship out of a Fairy Liquid bottle when you can watch Elijah Wood doing his special dancey dance on Nickelodeon's amazing Yo Gabba Gabba?
I m Lu. I ll be posting on Dollymix for the next few days. I am the editor of Who's Jack Magazine and one half of Raw Material ( the other half being Firgas Esack ).
Who's Jack is essentially a style magazine that looks at fashion, art, theatre, film, events, new clubs and restaurants, social comment and anything else going on in London that we think will of interest to our readers.
I can't wait to get blogging away and sharing with you all the great stuff that comes through to our eager ears and eyes on a daily basis.
Here is a little pick of bits that we have been loving so far this week.
- We got sent a great pair of customised trainers from Kings of Neonthese guys take almost any plimsolls and put whatever design you like on them. Perfect for personalized gifts
- This Vodka called Pinky is in the most beautiful bottle and should almost be left on your dressing table rather than in your drinks cabinet
- Fish Hoek, Pinotage Rose - a great pink treat for nights when white wine is too cold and red wine puts you to sleep
- Dangerous Dating - a great new dating site yet to launch but has been hotly tipped- hopefully more on this soon!
- Stuart Semple's collection of artist customized, limited edition T-shirts
That's all for now, over and out.
I wish I had the presence of mind to write decent, timely end-of-year review blog posts.
But I don't.
Somehow, despite my best intentions, December is a very solipsistic month where I'm constantly rushing to catch up with social events, gift-buying, and errant scraps of wrapping paper.
The closest I come to annual hindsight during December is the feverish counting up of my remaining days of leave.
This year I managed a vague letter to 2008, but the authors of the blogs I regularly read have examined the past year with far keener eyes and much better penmanship.
So please allow me to share with you my personal top 5 blogs reviewing 2008.
These are they...
So here we are on the cusp of the New Year and I have that guilt.
You know the kind.
The kind of guilt that says, "NO! You CANNOT change into your pajamas at eight pm and you CANNOT have some cocoa and fall asleep on the sofa while watching Jools Holland fart about sycophantically with Razorlight and aged African men wearing dresses and shaking rain-sticks. For it is NEW YEAR'S EVE and you are YOUNG (ish) so you must GO OUT ON THE TOWN in your tightest, glitziest clothes and most vertiginous heels, drink champagne kirs, do the YMCA dance, count down from ten and snog your way into 2009 WITH GUSTO."
Gusto schmusto. This year I am defying the guilt and the slipper-boots are staying on. I will lurk indoors, drink a moderate amount of alcohol and GO TO BED WHENEVER THE HELL I PLEASE.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present my top 5 worst New Year's Eves....
The original Catwoman, Eartha Kitt, has died at the age of 81.
There are myriad fabulous things about Eartha Kitt, but here are my top five:
1. She was the only person in the world who could accurately pronounce the word "rowr".
2. Orson Welles called her "the most exciting woman in the world".
3. She continued to work despite having colon cancer - her last gig was just two months ago.
4. In the 1960s she was invited to lunch at the White House. While there, she spoke out against the Vietnam war: "You send the best of this country off to be shot and maimed," she told the group of about 50 women. "They rebel in the street. They don't want to go to school because they're going to be snatched off from their mothers to be shot in Vietnam."
5. She implored Father Christmas to "slip a stable under the tree". You know, for her many horses. Or at least I thought she did when I was a child.
Make the jump to watch Eartha Kitt doing her thing, singing "Santa Baby".
Ha ha ha. So you probably knew that Saturday 20th - tomorrow - is the last UK First Class posting date before Christmas.
Were you, like me, planning to do a rush job on your Christmas cards and fling them at a postbox sometime in the next 24 hours?
And did you, like me, not realise that today, 2,000 postal workers will close seven sorting offices as part of a postal strike?
Ha ha ha. Erm. Never mind! I have compiled a Top 5 charity ecard list!
So come with me over the jump and let's send our wishes of the season in a way that helps those less deserving than us, treats our planet with respect, and doesn't depend on the vagaries of the UK postal system....
Now, I don't know how you ring in the festive season, but Christmas doesn't really start in this house until I'm propped up on the sofa, nursing a hangover, wearing my pajamas, scarfing down a breakfast of coffee and liqueur chocolates, and watching some mawkish made-for-TV movie.
So I've taken a look at the terrestrial TV schedule for the holiday and compiled my top 10 cheesy Christmas TV movie recommendations for 2008/9 just for you lucky Dollymixers (I know, I know, weeth my movies I am spoileeng you). Check 'em out after the jump!