Your Such A Slut I Bet Your Favorite Starters Whoreder's

Your suppose to have a parallel twin living on another planet right? Well, I think mine jumped through some kind of black hole and started a blog called Slutever. Slutever - the name kinda gives it away right? It aint pretty flowers or a flow of cutesy pictures it’s an online documentation of sexual endeavours. Posts about all the losers, prostitutes and drug addicts who she shares her south London squat with, post about sexual failures, who she’s been masturbating to and posts about which obsession she’s been obsessing over this week. As i’ve had nothing to do this week but watch zombie porn and write an essay i’ve pretty much read all there is to read and thought I’d share the goods with yall…

“When I was nineteen I went home with a guy I met on a night bus (if that’s not the most romantic start to a story you’ve ever heard, then I don’t know what is). After being drunkenly led off the bus by my arm, the guy took me back to his apartment where we started fucking on his couch (and by “fucking” I mean I was lying there with my eyes half open as he had sex on top of me). After a few minutes he pulled out, letting out a horrifying scream. I looked down to find I was covered in blood. I immediately assumed I had gotten my period, but after a closer look I realized it was him that was bleeding, not me. His foreskin had ripped during sex, causing him to ejaculate a stream of blood both inside and on top of me. I spent the next half hour gagging naked over his aquatic themed toilet.”

He-leer-ree-ous. You have to applaud someone of such honesty. I mean sex is a very personal thing, whether your banging 1, 2 or 5 people, at that moment your giving you all to them and sharing this with the internet is a brave thing to do. People are inevitably gonna judge the fcuk out of you so either you set your “I don’t give a fcuk” barrier high or you shut up and censor up. It’s clear to see what option Mrs Ever chose. Anyway i'm hungry and I’m sure someone promised me dinner so check out slutever.org or readplatform.com/slutever and if you ever lay eyes on her, tell her I want little Jarvis Cockers phone number too…

WOOF Said The Little Wolf

Stand there. Smile. Say Cheese. Nice thats it. This way. Okay now. FLASH!!
Last week after a few days of real life art attack, the Make Something x Edun window display was finally unveiled for all of London Town to see.....









Taking part in this workshop was probably one of the most exciting and interesting thing's i've done whilst being in London. I mean it's not everyday you get to make wolves with Cassette Playa for a Selfridges window display. Unfortunately the display has now been replaced but it's okay as the new window was probably made with half the passion that ours was made with and well I also get to take my wolf home. All I need is now someone big enough and strong enough to help me carry it. Any takers....

Wish I Wasnt So Black

I'm about two Tangfastic's away from double dipping my head in a vat of acid.

DIP DYE - the process of dying the tips of your hair a substantially different colour from the colour that the rest of your hair happens to be.

Ever since laying my eyes on Whip My Hair and Willow Smith candyfloss weave of greatness my want for this style has been gnawing away at me like a skinny chick eating a celery stick. The celery stick has now ran out and I think it’s most definitely time to go through with it.

With the spring runways looking like a packet of skittles it’s no surprise this trend has already been picked up by a few ’forward’ people. Abbey Lee repped pink strands in Vogue Australia last year, and the hot mess that is Lady Gaga went for some kinda buttercup looking fade which she had for almost a month. A whole month! That’s like a lifetime in her crazy ass world.

So this is your warning.
Even though i'm about three shades too dark for it, the next time you see me i'll most probably look like a unicorn's just been sick on my head. Citing!

Dazed Live

So earlier on today I had a meeting at the Dazed And Confused head office (skived lecture for it but hey ho watcha gonna do) call it cocky if you will but I think, I think it went rather well!

As if being one of the countries favorite magazines wasn't enough they're now extending their dominance on the the London scene by putting on their first ever live festival. Taking place on the 9th of April artists, digital pioneers, art rebels and guest speakers will be taking over the streets of Shoreditch. By night a legion of bands, DJs and performers take to the stage and your boy right here had a meeting about helping run it. Boom

Watch this space for developments...

"YEAH YEAH YEAH, I'M STILL ABAWT TEEEMMMPPZ"

If I didn't have a shit load of things to do tomorrow I would also be about.

I would be about the protest which is inevitably gonna turn into a r i o t.

I would be about the park drinking beer, eating Tesco meal deals and chasing squirrels aaand
I would also be about the post office, kicking the fcuk off about my undelivered items.

Instead (amongst other things) I will be at the unveiling of the Edun x Make Something window display. A few week ago I helped develop and create a window display for Selfridges.
Tomorrow this display is being unveiled.

Given the theme and concept, my job was to create wolves and alongside Cassette Playa and my girl Casheen we talked, we drew and we created.

carri drew these. i stole these. highest bidder recieves these. aaah just kiddin'!

coolest kid on the block

If you wanna see the window in all its glory, you should come along to the event.

Catch ya on the flipside

Doctor, Doctor I Think I'm Coming Down With Something...

So I’ve been thinking a lot these past few weeks and I think I’m strong enough to tell you all a secret which I’ve been keeping quiet for a while now. Its time to be honest with the people around me and more importantly it’s time to be honest with myself. I just cant keep this locked away any longer so here goes..

I.. I have.... I have a mild case of Bieber Fever.

PHEW

Glad I got that off my chest.

Now I know this may come as a surprise to most of you but it’s a part of me now and if you cant accept this then it's at your loss. Anyway, earlier this month I raided the piggy bank and went to see my boy JB in concert.

Best Night Ever

he's always pulling pranks like this

after the show I donned a pair of hot pants and proceeded to track him down

me n ma babeh beibz 4 lyfe I.D.S.T

Harmony Korine: Umshini Wam

It's Monday today; you've probably got fuck all to do, tenner says your doles ran out and the substances you took at the weekend are no doubt crippling your every move. What better excuse do you need than to watch Harmony Korine’s latest film Umshini Wam. Its like Bonnie + Clyde only they're crippled and ugly as fcuk.

"I'm old enough to bleed, i'm old enough to breed, i'm old enough to crack a brick in your teeth whilst I sleep"

Umshini Wam is without a doubt the second best thing I've seen all year. In-between watching Mr paraplegic play dead in order to gain some sort of emotional reassurance, we follow the couple around their little South African home town on their daily gun toting business. In the short the duo are trying to seek some sort of acknowledgement and respect, the way they go about this however, well some may say it's a little questionable.

The cleverly orchestrated moments of sadness, humor and imagery coupled with some childlike costuming and acting really brings this short to life. By the end of the film it’s almost impossible not to feel anything for this couple living in this culture that has no hope of accepting them.

Excuse me as I go find an all in one suit...