Is where I'll be today...and considering the line up i'm darkly excited! I've not managed to get to Somerset House this year...missing the outdoor cinema and any other event I'd planned to attend there but I'll rubbish that record by going to 'Noir' today, organised by Untold. And it's just as well that the Matthew Williamson Exhibition begins today also, songs of seduction to my ears! What with the film screenings, exhibitions, guest speaker (Little Miss Jocelyn being one of them) and the fashion shows (see pictures below)....oh the fashion shows! I would break out in sweet french if I could speak it probably. My personal favourite Ituen Basi, Beatrice Newman, Debonair Debonair, Mong Hsuan only to name a few. And of course there's always the mingle option at the end! Oh I must. I will. I do hope you can make it also. Tickets are still available (for just £6) at the door.

Somerset House,
Embankment East
London
WC2R 1LA

Amore toujours

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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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