The Adventures of Me Me

My Life with Fashion and Words 

Introducing...


I finally wake up at 12:49 Saturday afternoon with rodents roaming inside me. That's right, one in my head scratching away at my skull and the other deep in my stomach pushing whatever alcohol was left right into my chest. I was chanting my 'I'll never drink again' song, though it seems to dissolve away with my next drink (on Sunday). Like clockwork I then think someone spiked my drink because it's beyond comprehension how two glasses and one half would cause such devastation. I dread to think that my aging has a place in the equation and finally put it down to drinking only water, green tea and lemon & Ginger tea for the last year (alcoholic, fizzy and juice drinks on a very irregular basis) no fibs. Therefore it must be the alcohol irritating my pure body (excuse me while I fool myself). So anyway, I look over on my camera and I'm still shocked at my own appearance, glad for the change nonetheless... You see, Friday night was my introduction of my Grace Jones-esque hair to the world at night, it was shocked but generally receptive. Now you can understand why wherever I am, the words Grace and Jones most certainly appear. It might even explain my alcoholic over indulgence! 

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(I thought I could leave it alone but weeks of repeatedly seeing these images would not allow me)

True to the statement 'No ideas original' or indeed safe from carbon photocopying, Amber does Grace (the grace greatly lacking). Or should I admit that Amber Rose attempted to do Grace Jones without the epitome of dark eloquence and regal artistry that bold Grace Jones has. Keep this a secret until I post the pictures, but I've shaved my hair(!) and it seems it is an ode to Grace Jones. Not to worry, i'm not fussed with what the resemblance means (violent hardness, complex femininity and being called Grace wherever I hop, skip and jump to) because had I the desire to idiolise: Grace Jones would be my pick - J'adore Grace Jones.

This in mind, you can imagine why I laughed when I saw Ambers GJ inspired shoot for complex.com. I've spotted a bevy of differences, it's all wrong but the one disparity that stood most bold and firm for me is that dirty word 'sex': with Grace Jones it's an implication of art, with Amber Rose it seems the objective. I'm confused by my intense want to protect the image and style of GJ (born from love I suspect) but Amber, oui you are beautiful and have a FANTASTICALLY super salacious body, but try hard to not eff with Grace Jones again....'pretty please'. Besides you own the gold dome look.

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on BANG RADIO this afternoon. You know, just in case you missed it!
The next show is on the Sat 20th March & Sat 27th March

Ended: Feb 27 2010 12:00. 01 by Broadcast Computers  

To be a caped crusader:
Matin Blanc coat £30.58 La Redoute
ASOS Premium Belted Cape (Teal) was £85.00 now £45.00 ASOS
Memory Taffeta caped raincoat £49.00 Max Studio
G-Star Bow fron capelet £85.00 ASOS
Jaeger Cape Mac £299.00 Jaeger
Jaeger Leather Trim Cape was £599.00 now £319.20 Jaeger
(click the retailer to see capes)
 
Amore Toujours,

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...Me Me. This Saturday (27th) 11am on www.bangradio.fm ...I was also on last week, the withdrawal was so bad the moment the on air sign lit up I finally stopped itching!

So, this week I thought I would ask whether your wardrobe really reflects you! What do you think your clothes would say and how do you get it to say what you want. I'll throw in some irresistable items for good measure and the banter will do the rest. Now is the part were I tell you 'Listen'.

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That's it! That's all that has been going on. That and obsessing and having compulsions for creating fashion art (by default of course) plus the pompadour, which has taken over me like a bad rash I can't help but scratch. I've finished 'The End of Mr Y', which with a flagging ending compensated my anti climax with a truly tremendous beginning and middle. At some point before I die when I'm consumed with 'there's got to be more to life than this' thoughts, I may make the concoction for telepathy that features in this book. Until such time, right here right now I've moved onto 'The Gargoyle'. I'm even wondering whether my life would make for an interesting read......hmm tumbleweed and stitches.

Ok onwards Jeeves...so, the burn on my right hand wrist has dissolved into my arm and right now I have a dull aching toothache from eating sweet but sharp popcorn this afternoon while watching predictable 'Wolfman'. Though I'm supposed to be working I'm steadily not! ha. I even ponder going into tremendous detail about today's fill since tumbleweed is to dry for entertainment but I refuse to subject you to flaky reports from a life of stitches. I don't even have images (tut) despite being surrounded by beautiful things but I blame my constant thoughts of designing for distracting me. Though, if only you were eyes above my shoulders you would be excited about my makings (dresses and things). Oh my, one thing I should not neglect to tell you starts with the word MEMBER or rather MEMBERSHIP.

I have great news...a revised date for the Merci Me Private Sale is to be announced shortly! But things have changed, and it has to do with that word 'membership'. It means that attendance will be by special invitation only. Special means member. Oui, c'est une Merci Me members only sale, with a member's only blog (meand.mercime.co.uk) where there will be member's only collection previews, member's only competitions for free member's only clothes...and a myriad of member's only perks. Membership is free! All you need to do is send over your email to teresa@mercime.co.uk and we do the rest of the work. Because member's are so special to us we don't spam them with unnecessary information or disclose their deets to someone selling sex drugs and penis pumps, crumbs no all they get are perky perks for nothing more than sending their email address. Lucky Members! Become one!

Amore Toujours

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One Night - Driis and Ozwald

My last tweet reads: 'If ever a time rushed spontaneity made reverie it was tonight. Merci beau @ibigunstoppable @Tahirah @Driis and even Ozwald B!'

There is something wildly beautiful when a man of ruggedness and strength (based only on apppearance) provides unadulterated vulnerability in singing and softly rapping so openly his deepest of thoughts, wants and desires...even sometimes unashamedly on top of not so masculine melodies. That is Driis, Idris Elba (Actor, singer, rapper, DJ) who has just released 'High Class Problems' a medley of hard and soft realism that I would recommend at least sampling if not acquiring. 'Best I can' and 'Looking Crazy' tickles my fondness. It's bad of me to include Mos Def and Mike Skinner when talking of this man at the foot of paving his own musical way but it's a certain compliment. Last night on nothing more than an invitation and a whim I went to the Driis Album Launch (well of sorts) at The Big Chill Bar in Brick Lane. He happened to DJ also, though my wicked way of noting fine details couldn't miss his comical bungle of the Clipse mix, oui Driis I noticed, but little care was given since his general skill superceded this fault. By the by, this man is a handsome sight to behold, I understood why the girl in the middle for a moment danced with her frontal area as if chanting to him her crutched longing with a rather upset rhythm. No judgement...honest! But, as if my opinion carries any weight, I would have much prefered to hear his songs instead of the classically lovable hip hop he feed us. It was as if he was too shy or humble to display his understated hardwork which incidently would have sat nicely and perfectly in my ears. Twas ok though.

But onward to my next unsuspecting delight, right around the corner from being ushered out by bouncers and dizzy with non alcoholic merriment (though I did have a Disoronno and coke). Me and ibigunstoppable bid adieu to our companions when a tall statuesque black man with midnight sky bouncing off his darkly glowing head, adorned in very skinny trousers and a perfectly fitted blazer locks my eyes. In between the waves of laughs and smiles and a fulfilled breathe, with a nice confidence and a smile I looked straight into the dark of his eye and said comfortably 'What the f**k you looking at mate! No, but that would have been funny, instead I said 'Oh, hello' as if caught off guard with familiarity. I suppose he may have said 'hello' or in likeness but I do remember his deep and bass rendered voice say something or another. I figure a raw niceness cannot really be ignored and so with the little time he had to look, walk in front of and pass behind, he stopped whatever he could have been doing, saying or thinking and like a Hewlett Packard scanner, powerfully scanned me from the stray strand of hair on my head to the gravel I kicked with the sole of my green boots and we both walked not fully aware of what just occurred. With delayed shock I turned to ibigunstoppable and said that was Ozwald Boateng! I heartedly laughed all the way to the car.

And that my friend fills my last tweet with correctness. Oui, tis the little to this lady that makes her happy!

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Since I left You

Here's an update: It's Wednesday 3rd Feb, I am currently reading 'The End of Mr Y'. A book that took a hold of me with it's first words and plans to not let go until page 449 (I'm only on page 249). On my right hand too close to my wristbone is a burn mark telling of how much pressing I've been up to in the last few weeks...and cutting, sewing et al. Today I've worn the cardigan a certain gentleman surprisingly gave me - the power of thought and suggestion! I nearly released fluid when he said 'here have it'. Monsieur tighteth with my picking of his clotheth.

Talking of which I spent at least five minutes picking away the scatter of threads that dressmaking has sprinkled on me, otherwise my prize cardy would look no more a junkies throw. Clouds spelt rain today and I suppose the weather determined that I'll be wearing my PVC riding boots - YET AGAIN. I throw on my vest (because the fortune of a car means I don't have to dress for the weather) and my high waist vintage CK jeans. Not forgetting that huge ring I recently made! Bit of pink on the lips for fun and out the door. Running late for work again and I wonder why every Wednesday I am always late? Besides that though I've seen my last post about the Merci Me sale...Good gracious I forgot to post something about it! Here is what I should have posted:

Bonjour

Due to unforseen circumstances the sale has been postponed. Je suis desole for the inconvenience and any disappointment caused, but the sale does plan to happen soon, with everything as planned before and much more. So look out for a new date and stay tuned for even more pictures and updates of new pieces.

Amore Toujours

I suppose late is better than never! And here concludes a fill of the blank. Until next time.

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Coming Soon...Two days to go


An exclusive, fantastical, fabulous, wonderful, whimsical, fancy, divine, unique, beautifully charming and quintessentially feminine sale!

Event: Merci Me Boutique Sale
What: Private discount sale - womenswear, vintage and accessories, limited but free bubbly!
Beginning on: Saturday, January 30 at 12:00pm
Ending: Saturday, January 30 at 4:30pm
Where: Paradise (By way of Kensal Green) 19 Kilburn Lane, Kensal Green, London W10 4NE
www.theparadise.co.uk - ‘A charming bohemian gastropub’ The Times

FINE PRINT: It's a cash only sale, but the bar will accept cards for drinks.

To see more details and RSVP, follow the link below:
Facebook Events Page

 

Amore Toujours

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On London Roads

 
It has totally nothing to do with fashion BUT when I'm in traffic....I can't stand people who stare and stare at you and keep staring until you turn canine on them and show teeth, sometimes you have to make that face until their eyes whimper in another direction. Or how about the pedestrians walking in the middle of the road at a leisurely pace, like a stray dog, while you're steadily approaching at 30mph...have you not seen the advert with the broken girl at the foot of the tree? Cyclist too, who ride in the middle of the road like they have an engine and are protected by steel, nope let's see you reach a speed of 30mph from 0 to 10 secs especially when a car is ready to break your skeletal and bicycle frame. I didn't think so! Worst of all I can't stand incompetent drivers who appear to have been taught in a country with no roads, traffic lights or traffic signals. What a blatant lack of care for your passengers, some of which are innocent infants.
 
BEEP BEEP!
 
For shame! I try to be a Godly creature not touched by road rage but calm sometimes escapes me, thank goodness for my stereo. In my small and comfortable car this song has been the little pill I take to settle me. A friend always says to me 'when you hear drums you can't resist to dance'...I suspect it's some sort of African taunt but if I were honest, I am African and yes when I hear this song I feel like ripping off my clothes and wearing very little clothing, less than a foot of fabric.... something like the girls in Kanye West's Love Lockdown video (by the by some of which are painted black - like real black girls don't exist (appalling).


'Ripping my clothes off?' you ask...Oui, that way I can fully and freely dance on the rhythm...especially the drums. It's the drop that does it for me, at 1min 38 secs in, this is where my heart is beating hard with excitement (que CSI imagery)...it's where I forget about the treachery of London traffic - that jay walking thirty something man I nearly ran over. And then at  1min 53 secs in i'm gone into another world with only music and me. Au reviour...and what's left is a Me Me smiling and waving to traffic challeneged individuals and appropriately singing 'it's all about me'.
 
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It's All About Me  

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Riding the Fall

                 

Since December 28th all that my days were filled with were home. I cocooned myself in my wombish warm home ...well until my siblings emotionally cornered me out. It was the 9th of January, out of the warmth and into the icy road (snow that looked as if someone had deliberately patted down and smoothed for extra slip factor)...oui, this is when I took possibly the second worst fall I have taken in my adult life, right there in the middle of the road where a car would have nicely ended my life. I'm allowed to be melodramatic (even though it was more a close than a road) my right arm, right leg and right back are still moaning with pain.

I can remember the little dance I did with the ice before my downward motion. A little slip at first 'oooo', then some fancy footwork 'aaaaaaa', then the hands were out for some kind of aero dynamic support, the little squeal came, then forward...oops too forward, then back...arms flapping wildly like an enraged swan. Then ultimately CRASH BANG WALLOP que scream. I was wearing my pvc riding boots, because wellingtons are not sexy enough. It has bright pink insulating lining so they are definitely warmer than wellies but I discovered that day they have no real practicality in walking on icy surfaces - except, however, to make the fall more handsome. This is when you physically pay for aesthetic.  Even my poor rabbit jacket received a hole in the back...truly indicative of how tragically funny my fall was, only I wasn't laughing but you may have. If only I was wearing padded panties!

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