Saturday, 17 July 2010

Come on baby light my fire...








'Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.'
Jim Morrison


Director Tom DiCillo’s new treat: ‘When You’re Strange’ presents exclusive unseen footage of the Doors following their whirlwind careers from 1965 through to lead singer Jim Morrison’s death in 1971, all smoothly narrated by the dulcet tones of a certain Johnny Depp. I was all over this like a rash. Hosted by the Art Deco elegance of the Electric Cinema in Birmingham, now the oldest running cinema in the country, one can sit back in plush velvet sofas and enjoy the film with a cocktail. The old traditions are often the best I find.
The film follows both the chemistry and the clashes between Morrison and the rest of the band; drummer John Densmore, guitarist Robby Krieger, keyboardist Ray Manzarek. The camera watches as the band experiences its greatest highs as musical superstars touring Europe. However, during the Doors' first American tour, we witness Morrison’s gradual self destruction under his heavy alcohol addiction and a charge of indecency and public obscenity. The documentary follows the band's ambivalence and frustration over their lead singer's lack of co-operation during this period. However, audiences are also drawn into Manzarek, Krieger and Densmore’s dedication in maintaining the Doors intoxicatingly sensual appeal, doubling their vigour during shows where Morrison had collapsed centre stage, in order to encourage him to rise to his feet once again. The fantastic high quality recordings comprise memorable gigs from the band's performances on the Ed Sullivan Show and the Isle Of Wight Festival. Morrison completely captivates both the contemporary fans of the sixites and seventies on the footage and the modern audience in the Electric.
Let’s face it who couldn’t with a combination of leather clad legs, long wavy locks and deep sultry eyes. Phwoar.


Sunday, 20 June 2010

Boooo, Bacon, Briptych

To the delight of my housemates, who are avid fans of Facejacker's Brian Badonde, a pompous and flamboyantly gay art critic, I have decided I may well look at Francis Bacon, 'that man who paints those dreadful pictures' according to Margaret Thatcher- for my dissertation topic in History of Art.

Gloriously grotesque eh?

Figure in a Landscape, 1945

Three Figures and Portrait, 1975

Figure Study I, 1945


Badonde would be 'broud'.

Employment, hurrah!

My old friend the Ikon Gallery has offered me invigilation work for the summer and perhaps beyond then!
Falalalala :)

This is the view from one of my cover spots.



More info to follow on Ikon's most recent exhibition, tis a cracker.

258 forever baby

Today, everyone has officially left our humble abode in Selly Oak.
The only crap thing about having amazing housemates is when you don't have half of them them anymore.
Love always girls
x




History of Art Summer Soiree

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.


Shakespeare ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’


A thousand apologies for the lack of new posts, exams somewhat suck inspiration like a sponge from me- I actually misspelled ‘revision’ one day, not a good moment as a twenty year old English student.
However, the year finished off with many more beautifully sunny (occasionally horrendously burned) and often exquisitely drunken moments.
The first to be enjoyed was the tireless efforts of the History of Art Committee for our end of year ball. A Midsummer Night’s Dream provided a faultless theme for end of term summery shenanigans with fresh flowers and fairy lights swathed all around our Art Deco venue, the Barber Institute of Fine Arts.
From an unofficial committee member who felt her contributions to extra-curricular activities were at an all time low I was boosted to poster and ticket designer. After much flustering, I finally remembered how to use the basics on Photoshop and an old GCSE art project photograph became the basis of our soiree’s promotion. Other less glamorous duties included the moving of sixty chairs (which seemed to weigh three tonnes each) from our student guild across the Barber but then again the path of... well organised committee events never did run smooth... *Pause for well deserved groans*
The evening began with a Pimms reception, followed by fancy finger food and a fabulous line up from Root 47, a local band hired for the night. Jazz arrangements of Jamiroquai and James Brown tracks stirred the guests to dance all night long, a first for a HOA soiree. The dancing was somewhat less sophisticated than the theme and atmosphere of the night but you can’t win them all!











Lord, what fools these mortals be.


Photos courtesy of the lovely Kimberly Faria

Sunday, 11 April 2010

Snaps from the South West

West Hoe

In Plymouth they serve icecream with clotted cream if requested!

Plymouth Lighthouse


Seagull

Plymouth Sea Front

Exeter Quay

Quay from other angle

Scary Swan that pegged its' way over to me :S



My family's heritage.
A little casual racism and much clotted cream but also some lovely views

Spring Cometh ♥

March and April Blooms






And with them come gorgeous Fashion Florals

Playsuit, Miss Selfridge


Dress, Motel for Asos


Bikini Briefs, Asos


Hairclip, Topshop