Dazed&Confused x Farah Tribes Shoot

Few months ago I entered a street style competition ran by Dazed&Confused magazine and after being whittled down to the final four I was shipped off to Hackney for a photo shoot. After having the high top trimmed, being covered in make up and styled by Robbie Spencer I was put in a field and told to pose my lil anus away. I did, and not gonna lie, I worked that shit like I was channelling Tyra herself. 3 outfits, 2 locations and a month later the issue has finally dropped...

"Since its inception in the 1920s cult brand Farah has gone from its iconic hopsack canvas pieces to the sharp tailoring seen across the collections today. With a heritage in creating individualistic uniform for the distinguished music tribes of the 70s and 80s, the brand has continued to appeal to the youth culture of the modern day. This season Farah collaborated with Dazed on a hunt to discover today’s 'Farah Tribes', those people whose personal style expresses their individual identities"

Page 32. Look at me now.

"The finalists, as chosen by Farah and Dazed were then invited on a shoot for the new June issue where they interpreted the new collection in their own way combining Farah pieces with their own style and favourite fashion items to create four very different looks. Today’s Tribes have moved on, they are not dictated to, they don’t follow the crowd, they create their own look, they write their own blogs, play their own music, and make their own films but they still seek out iconic brands with true heritage as the core of their style."

They misquoted shit out of me and chose the picture where it looks like I have a slight case of cataracts but I can't complain, I’m in Dazed And Confused and I got a whole heap of free clothes. B R A P.

The overall winner of the comp gets announced tomorrow so fingers crossed....

Productive Pirate

This morning i've had bagels with the boy, people watched in Waterloo station, took a stroll to the ghost town that was central London (nothing was open at 9am? wtf) paid a visit to the university library, packed my bag and inbetween all this somehow managed to squeeze in a transatlantic visit to check on my mail box... & it aint even midday yet!

...Tommy Hilfiger pop up store, covent garden . 8 days left...

Hairdresser Hype

So I went to the hairdressers the other day and after what seemed like a lifetime (30 minutes tops) I finally got in the chair. Paper round my neck. CHECK. Cape. CHECK. Clean shavers. CHECK. Sandwich. CHEC- Hold the fcuk up a sandwich??? Yeah that’s right, man dem hairdresser pulled out a sandwich and tried combing my hair through with just one solitary hand. Just?!?! I let it pass thinking he’ll clap off his mid morning snack and carry on with my trim like the professional he’s supposed to be but I was wrong, oh, so, wrong. Man reached for the second half, picked up the razors and tried to take them to my tufty little scalp. FUCK - OUTA - HERE. Bossed up, turned round and told the man “I didn’t come here to get a one handed hair cut, I beg you put down your brunch, pick up the razor and concentrate like the hairdresser you trained to be” Probably not the best thing to do as yano, my hair was now in the hands of the man I more than likely just pissed off however, I give the man his do’s. He put down his snack, picked up the razors and gave me the best damm trim I’ve had in years.

Moral of the story: If you bend over and let people fcuk you in the ass, you get fcuked in the ass.

Don’t let people take you for a dick. Boss up.

Nicki taught me well:

Easter Bunnies, Bonnets & Eggs Or Gateways To Hell, Runways & Fashion Filming

The 2rd semester of uni finished the other week and as soon as I could I jumped on a coach and left the screw faces of London behind. Motherly love, benches that arnt covered in bird shit, greenery and household pets awaited. (I mean why aint there no animals in London? I don’t see nobody walking dogs, aint nobody got a pet??) Anyway, it seems like all this relishing in the warmth of my hometown may have to come to an abrupt end as I’ve been offered to set up a video installation for Camden Crawl, help run it on the day, set up the launch party annnnd shoot a fashion film. However whether or not I take up these offers is still undecided….

Daydreaming With….

As you may or may not know (tbh you should know) its Camden Crawl next week and in association with this, James Lavelle of UNKLE is collaborating with visual artists Doug Foster and Jonathan Glazer on a video installation using music created by UNKLE which will interact with the surrounds of The St Michaels Church in London

Heretics' Gate aka The gateway to hell. A twenty foot high digital arch complete with a thirty foot long reflecting pool to deliver a vision of hell at the centre point of St Michaels imposing gothic architecture. Now I could go back to London set this up and pretend that i'm hanging around the gateways of hell orrr I could go home and hang round a park with my friends. What to do...

Still undecided

Pierre Garroudi Taking Over London

“We would like to invite you to record Pierre Garroudi taking over London event from backstage to the catwalk through London” This email basically told me that Pierre Garroudi wants me to film his show and run around London as his models catwalk across various landmarks. The chance to network, the chance to put my name to a brand, the chance to actually do something productive with my Easter break. Hmmm, the suns shining at the moment and my mothers making a roast chicken dinner (CHICKEN INA DI YARD) Do I cut short my break and work or do I just let it go and have a whole heap of fun?

We shall see. We shall see….