June 18, 2009
I was massively impressed by the Grafton Academy End of Year Show the other night. Not only was it better run than other shows I’ve been to (not mentioning any names, although having an organised seating plan goes a long way, you know, cough Nokia Young Designer cough) but the standard was sky high. Being an idiot, I left all my notes behind, so this is a vague, cloudily remembered resumé.
-Models wore peroxide blonde bobbed wigs, coupled with feathery eyelashes and a stubborn pout, meaning that, essentially, a young blonde Jean Shrimpton modelled each outfit.
-Pieces were, for the most part, both influenced by avant-fashion, and also immensely wearable. Stand-outs included a beautiful feathered miniskirt, a gorgeously cut silk backless shirt, and a white wool cape.
*I say ‘youngsters’, most of them were older than me…
June 10, 2009
T.A.C. was PERFECT last night. Click here to see the rest of the photos…
WAR at Spy goes weekly on Friday. Don’t dodge the gunfire, it’s ALCOHOL. Lovely.
March 28, 2009
WAR launched at Spy last night. There was an upsetting lack of warfare, very misleading. The people were far too nice, the music was way too satisfying, the spin the bottle was too romantic, just love everywhere. All over everything. Sick. I’ll go again though, just to be sure. Click here to see the rest of my photos. You could also click here to join the WAR facebook family.
March 25, 2009
It’s been 14 (FOURTEEN!) years since I made my First Communion. My outfit was spectacular. My mum made a dress covered with pearls, with a matching purse- obv. My headdress involved flowers, ribbons and wire. That’s all background information though. The best bit’s yet to come.
My communion socks were sent over from my cousin in Madrid. They were silk. They were white. They also had pearls. (Pearls seem to have been a common theme). They had ribbons. (Ribbons: Also a common theme). They cascaded in little ruffles down my ankles. They were the most beautiful things I have ever owned.
Communion over, my dress was passed onto the next cousin in line, and my white patent Mary-Janes were blackened for school shoes. The socks disappeared into the aether. Something that magical can’t stay around for more than one day.
I kind of want another pair though. The Catholic Children’s Company does a fine range…
These ones aren’t strictly First Communion socks, but still…
March 19, 2009
o hai soni erikszon. can i haz mirrorfone?
I love my new phone. It’s the stupidest thing ever. Like a really small pet. It actually looks a bit like a tamagotchi. My fingers are too fat to type on it, but that doesn’t really matter. Do you know why? Because every five minutes the phone gets tired and TURNS INTO A MIRROR. Not only that, but it has a game called ‘Quadrapop’. Which is Tetris in all but copyright infringement, and it uses happy smiling musical notation instead of blocks.
AILBHE + DISNEYPHONE 4EVZ.
March 9, 2009
Some very close friends of mine have something kind of special going on. In an effort to re-imagine and re-engage with poetry, the Dodo Collective are putting on a series of shows called ‘The Jabberwocky Series’, the first of which is called ‘Available Space’ and opens this Thursday the 12th of March. It’s free in, there’ll probably be some wine and it’ll be splendid. Promise. More info HERE HERE HERE and there’s an invite above. Come one and/or all. Sisters brothers mothers cousins and pets. Well. Maybe not pets. Unless they’re wearing hilarious outfits.
February 14, 2009
Happy Valentine’s Day. We love YOU. And we love PRESENTS. And it has been a long time since we saw you OR presents. So upsetting.
Swopshop returns. On offer? The above magical embroidered waistcoat. Don’t let the awful photo fool you, it’s pretty amazing. Who would like it, and what will you swop? Alas, this trade is only open to those living in Dublin (or Cork- I’ll be there next weekend) because I can’t afford the postage elsewhere. Trufax.
Right-oh, offers in the comments section. We’ll leave it open until Monday or so.
February 9, 2009
ATT: person who used the search term girlsass’s to get to our darling blog.
I apologise if you felt deceived and mislead when you found yourself here, a place where such things are few and far between. I understand that you laboriously worked your way through dozens (I lost count) of pages suggesting websites that were closely, but obviously not closely enough, related to your chosen search term. Ailbhe and I try our very best to please and we were horrified at the thought that we may not have catered to your personal needs. At the same time, we don’t want to offend anyone, so we are prepared to meet you halfway, while still catering to our more prudent readers.
Yes, that’s me in my new Bikini Jeans by Sandra Tanimura for Sanna and I think you all ought to own a pair. A mere seventy-something euro from the sanna website.
You are SO welcome.
p.s. It’s not actually me. GOTCHA. I did, didn’t I?
February 1, 2009
Click here to see the rest of the photos from Tac Take Three.
January 31, 2009
It has been far too long since we deconstructed a silly silly pop music video. Truth been told, there’s been a dearth of videos worthy of prolonged dissection. All this has changed though. Step forward, Shontelle.
0.06: Shontelle is mysterious. She only has feet and lips. This is probably all you need to be a pop star, truth be told.
0.09: Shontelle is flexible. This is also important in popstardom. Note all the clocks. You’ll get nowhere in life if you’re not punctual.
0.19: I’m baffled. Has she forgotten her keys?
0.25: Her friends are waiting for her. Despite all the clocks, Shontelle is running late. Bad form.
0.28: It’s not her fault. It’s her pesky front door.
0.47: Shontelle lives in a barn. A barn with the biggest lift known to man.
0.52: A barn with no furniture. Only clocks. And one armchair.
0.56: I take that back. There’s also a bed.
1.00: Wait! She’s not a popstar! She’s….an ARCHITECHT! This is one of the best fake jobs in a video since Britney as an airhostess in ‘Toxic’.
1.13: As an architecht, she can afford fancy fish for her barn- which, she probably designed herself.
1.16: Shontelle is a conscientious fish owner.
1.32: Her friends are getting a bit fed up by this stage.
1.40: Being a business woman. At her desk.
1.48: Opening the post. But it’s actually quite late in the day to be doing this. Her friends are waiting. It’s probably the weekend. Why doesn’t she look at the MANY MANY CLOCKS SURROUNDING HER?
2.13: Bitch doesn’t care about her iphone. She’s got work to be doing.
2.39: Now is not the time to be looking at shirts, Shontelle. Either do some actual work or go and meet your friends.
2.50: Far be it from me to question how architechts get dressed, but who puts on a tshirt first, THEN takes off their dress?
3.00: The tshirt probably needs a wash. She’s been smelling it a lot.
3.15: At last, inspired by the manky tshirt, Shontelle unleashes her set square and gets her architecht on.
3.22: Until someone who looks more like an actual architecht enters the barn.
3.27: ‘Dude. Why are you at my archi-desk?’
3.33: ‘Cuz I iz popstar yo’