Fashion, Freaks, Failures!

So over the years I have been subject to the presence of many fashionistas equating mostly in failures… I have spoken with some of the most influential club freaks, plain janes, and avoided rubbing shoulders with a lot of microwaveable stars ready and done with in five minutes… the puppets and creation of twelve nerds and a photo retoucher!
I have hosted many parties and whored the doors of many clubs, and have since developed a shite detecting sense that is the best repellent a gal could wish for!
I have been fed all the lines and empty promises enough now to see through it, I have conversed with the seemingly sensational and been only disappointed at how vacant most are… I have faced the face of vanity and stared and glared at pure beauty… I have rumbled inside to rub a wet fish beneath the noses of the botoxed and filler enhanced faces of the fabulous personified to see if it moves in any reaction other than the stiffened smile!
This blog is a rant about what disturbs me in the attitudes of self proclaimed fashionistas every time I step into a club or party and have contact with to remind those who fancy themselves as something fashionably special and feel they are beyond the network of normal socialisation that they simply are not and fashionably brief you as to why!
To the type who frowns and creates cliques, and feels it’s ok to look down your noses at someone you believe less fortunate because of the groups you adopt and pricey labels you wear! It’s that opinion exactly which automatically belittles you from them in the real world! So wake the fuck up!
Its all too often we have these absolute mindless numptys on the London club and fashion scene, often draped in their favourite designers, Westwood being a popular one in places I now avoid!
Whoa now stop, wait!
Westwood?!
Ok, I love that snowy queen glisten against the gm crop carrot top hair... all that her clothes stand for stand within in her! It’s obvious! She states it!
Now I personally believe that most of these people I witness in her clothes are worn by them, they don’t wear it! Such a shame, as after all these years of rebellion and making statements that it seems to be written away in the history of the fashion fairies and now boasted into a collective queen’s weapon of class, reflected by their plastic methods of payment!
Zzzzz!
Westwood is an inspired girl! I think she would appreciate you more if you were not afraid to sometimes create an outfit out of bits of shit lurking around in the wardrobe... on the curtain pole, omg if its fabulous even the dog's bed! Just whatever you can salvage!
Like me! Oh love me Westwood! You know you want to! Pfft!

Anyway, back to subject!
I myself am not a keen follower of fashion… don’t care for it at all! As, in my opinion, you can buy fashion anywhere, it's style there is no price on!
Style is something that your clothing may only be an extension of, if indeed you choose to reflect it through image.
See I love people who have natural flare, and that doesn’t mean you have to be prancing around in outrageously amazing outfits... you could wear ankle length pleated skirts, bloomers and a big pair of specs! It’s of no interest to me or anyone I am friends with, as it’s the style and panache from within that count!
I am by no means an anti label type as I do own expensive garments myself, but that would be because it's good quality and suits me well. I will invest decent money in a timeless piece - as opposed to a seasonal piece of crap.
I find most of you, lil fashionistas, screamingly dull and boring! I start counting sheep the minute you open your mouths! Have you heard of this or seen that! No, as quite simply I don’t care! There are more important things in the world than a couple of stitches and the hanger!
I’m not trying to fit into a group… gain acceptance from ponsy twats or display of wealth!
There is no wealth in the material, that comes from something much deeper!
I watch large amounts of you walk into a room, and it’s almost as if you expect someone to sound a horn and drape the place in bunting as if you are the parade of your own national landmark!
You are not!
You should be equally as grateful for these people to entertain being in the same room as you as much as you expect them to admire you!
I have great appreciation for creativity, imagination, and only encourage and try to nurture it if I can, and show only admiration for a large number of small labels, friend’s lines and legends - such as the late Alexander McQueen and, dare I say it, Galliano!
I really don’t care for people's jumped up opinions every time I say that… his shows are out of this world… like some kind warped labyrinth where every endless turn has some form of mystical characteristic!
He is an absolute credit to fashion in all that he does!
Blah blah blah!
As far as I'm concerned, most of the looks on catwalks and displayed by people around clubs, including myself, is a cast from some previously inspired creation someone else somewhere has already done! We regurgitate fashion like the models do their food!
It is simple!
Swallow this quote from Kahlil Gibran: ‘Man merely discovers; he never can and never will invent.’
Ok, so maybe you fainted just then when you realised people existed before you and will continue to after… get your fluffy fan, shake your mane! You are composed!

So, that said, perhaps you might just consider the idea of creation! Creation of yourself!
Phone number price tags are non relevant … there is no price on what lurks beneath you, your thoughts and personality, unless of course like a large amount of you, your cloth is a cover for the void between your ears!
Adore vanity and perfection in all its forms of glory of course! Do it well! But be very aware that it takes a little more than a bit of fancy dress, powder and paint to actually make a statement.
I by no means claim to be some outstanding character really, but I easily identify people who are!
The people that inspire me are often beyond that world and names you if you are one of the above self indulgent types would mostly cringe at!
Sit me around a dinner table with Janet Street Porter, Kathy Burke, Pat McGrath, Leee Black Childers (who is just amazing) and generally people who have throughout their careers put aside the limelight and displayed real talent!
You can do it to you know... it’s not too late!
Next time that curious eye glides your direction, give them something to remember you by other than the fabrics that hang on you!

I think that for the best part of the people who become too absorbed in these circles and in creating a name they forget what is real… what is interesting!
I with my friends, namely Jason Atomic and Manko, have enjoyed so much time around some incredible characters that stem from strolling London and meeting the delights of the theatrical types, musicians, artists to the considered not so delightful winos generously talking to us as we sip lager in church yards of Shoreditch as they give us gods blessings and wish us the best from life!

It’s not all about the branding but what’s outstanding… what really sets you apart!
What do you do that’s special and unique to you!
In this I don’t mean loitering around boasting about where you last performed as the monkey to someone else’s credit and what outfits your friends were wearing! Who told you look fabulous or recognised you from facebook!
There is no depth in that!
When was the last time someone really took the time to listen to what you have to say, something that gave substance and opinion… when was the last time you engaged in conversation with someone whose breath stank in their un-ironed suit but showed real intelligence???
Ask yourself as much as it is you the type I aim this at that I remind never judge without expecting judgement! It's deadly, remember!

Anyway, so it is again said… I rest my case…. I further this no more! As I have made my point now it is down to you to either be blissful or take this into account!
But please remember the following:

NOW AS FOR YOU, YOU FUCKING LITTLE PARASITE CLUB NUMB SKULLS, DON’T EVER APPROACH ME AND ASK ME WHAT LABEL IM WEARING OR HOW MUCH IT COSTS, OR I WILL PISS IN YOUR TOKEN PAID HOUSE VODKA AND LEMONADE, AND PLANT MY RED LIPSTICK ACROSS YOUR ROSEY LITTLE CHEEKS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!
BE WARNED, I CARRY A BABY OIL WATER GUN!
HISS!