Monday, April 27, 2009
Nancy Spungen never wrote a song or played in a band in her life yet she has assumed a position in rock mythology that has made the the image of her tumbling peroxide hair and kohled eyes as immortal as Sid's and forever joined as punks most famous couple.
Mixed up kid, music lover, exotic dancer, prostitute, groupie, starf***er, drug addict and lastly girlfriend of Sid Vicious dead in the Chelsea Hotel New York. One view sees a manipulative siren - 'nauseous Nancy' - leading Sid Vicious to his death through drugs - 'A Titanic waiting for an iceberg to happen' said Johnny Rotten.
Another view sees a young disturbed 19 year old girl just following a dream in music, falling in love with another damage case and becoming a tragic doomed couple at odds with the world ending in premature violent death. A death and a life forgotten in the media frenzy as her partner and alleged killer, Sid, died soon after.
Nancy Spungen on her own was always destined to be a girl in the back of someone else's photograph. Sid Vicious and death gave her infamy. Who was the real Nancy? As usual the truth lies somewhere in the middle.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
ellery new season.
i love it when you wake up in the morning all nice and warm under your covers. nothing can take that first moment away from you. where its just you starting your day. this is the moment where you can decide what the day will bring to you. whether its going to be good and profitable and fun. or whether the five and a half hours sleep will catch up on you and truly bring you down.
then there are the mornings when you wake up and you're not alone in that bed. or in that bed at all. when you're in another bed. with a boy. not just any boy. this boy is cookies. and he's called cookies for one of two reasons. one-he's just a littlin and two-due to his love of my gluten free cookies.
those mornings are different for me. because those mornings mean if i haven't woken up entangeled in his limbs, as soon as i move i will be.
those mornings make it even harder to get out of bed.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
and a real white fur.(or is it my mums inherited mink coat... who knows)
tina turner loves you..i'm listening too preachy music.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
1-get something pierced
2-get something tattooed
3-dye my hair
now as an act of rebellion i did #3.
this time i did it in a colour that provokes pain and pleasure.
pain as its red and red is most commonly cast aside as a soul less, pale faced, freckled kid.
and this i will admit is mostly true.
i don't have much of a soul,
i am very pale.
but i'm not real freckly.
Red headed woman are believed to have the most intense and passionate sexual skills of all other hair colours.
maybe i'm trying to prove something?
or maybe i do it just to show someone i'm better than what they reduced me too.
i'm not waiting.
WINTER IS HERE.
that means boots and coats and as much faux fur as my cupboard can hold.
Sienna Miller as Nikki, in Alfie is my inspiration.
but, as her character is based on Annie in the original with flaming red hair.
i'm a blend of the two.