LOVE TO LOVE

Topshop's Fashion targets Breast cancer tee shirts styled by me and shot by Bella Howard, her pictures are rad check em out here

http://bellahoward.blogspot.com/

Be good and go buy one on Oxford street or just hop on here and buy one online

http://www.topshop.com

GARBAGE PAIL KIDS AWESOMENESS

Totally fucked up and totally amazing. I was mad about these as a youngster, Garbage pail kids must have got through the same loophole as Southpark. Russ puss makes me feel sick.

DAVID ALLAN COE

So beyond all expectations i seem to have found someone to rival lil wayne in his self bedizenment his name is David Allen Coe and he's an American outlaw country music singer. Most of his songs are awesome all about Willlie Nelson and the gang, some of them are racist tho which is not very cool, middle America is still wonky like that. They seriously love Jesus over there too, there's a helluva lotta churches and 'I heart jesus' air fresheners for your car are two a penny.

'The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime

They looked like tombstones in our yard
And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean'

So Coe has the piercings, lots, tats, lots, none on his face but he has got pink hair and sometimes its green. However i feel the crowning glory may be the dread locked and beaded beard. BOOM he's a hard muttha fucker. Never mess with him of he'll nail your ass to his guitar and play a whole set while you're bleeding to death.

This is not his daughter.

I-D

Slick new I-D cover.

Freja is hot as tar on the pavement in summer when its sticks to your shoes.

LETS DIE TOGETHER

I just found the artist Boo Savilles blog, it's all about death and its pretty dark and hard hitting but poignant and beautiful in a being alive sort of way. It's brave. I love bravery, i love people who aren't scared of anything and do everything.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea."

From Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

Check out her blog its awesome

http://bonesanddust.blogspot.com/

NAIL BOMB O BRIEN STRIKES AGAIN

Check out this months Dazed & Confused, my good buddy from the motherland Niall O Brien got to go to Germany and take pictures of the Granzow family who happen to be Depeche Modes greatest fans in the whole wide universe. Their kid Dave is 9 years old and impressed Niall by his 'Gahan on heroin' performance, seemingly he was very good. The pictures are beautiful, my especial fav is this one of little Dave in his golden party hat at the dinner table.

http://www.dazeddigital.com/Fashion/article/7141/1/Enjoy_the_Silence

Check out Niall's blog too, its funny

http://niall-obrien.blogspot.com/

FOR CLAIREBAN WHO HAS THE REDDEST HAIR OF THEM ALL I FUCKING LOVE YOU

she's from Texas and weighs
103 pounds
and stands before the
mirror combing oceans
of reddish hair
which falls all the way down
her back to her ass.
the hair is magic and shoots
sparks as I lay on the bed
and watch her combing her
hair. she's like something
out of the movies but she's
actually here. we make love
at least once a day and
she can make me laugh
any time she cares
to. Texas women are always
healthy, and besides that she's
cleaned my refrigerator, my sink,
the bathroom, and she cooks and
feeds me healthy foods
and washes the dishes
too.

"hank," she told me,
holding up a can of grapefruit
juice, "this is the best of them
all."
it says: Texas unsweetened
PINK grapefruit juice.

she looks like Katherine Hepburn
looked when she was
in high school, and I watch those
103 pounds
combing a yard and some change
of reddish hair
before the mirror
and I feel her inside of my
wrists and at the backs of my eyes,
and the toes and legs and belly
of me feel her and
the other part too,
and all of Los Angeles falls down
and weeps for joy,
the walls of the love parlors shake--
the ocean rushes in and she turns
to me and says, "damn this hair!"
and I say,
"yes."

Henry Charles Bukowski (August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994)

RYAN BOSETTI BABY

It's hard to describe Ryan Bosetti because her kind is rare and hard to find, like a four leafed clover. St.Patrick who chased all the snakes out of Ireland used the four leaf clover to represent the holy Trinity, each leaflet stands for hope, love, faith and luck. Ryan is everything, she is tall and beautiful and bright as neon lights. She did a special blog post for me and boo on our adventure. Check out her blog and films, the girl's got style. Ryan you rock.

http://ryannbosetti.com/reference/2010/03/a-girl-named-cello-a-boy-named-boo/

FOR MY MOTHER

Freight trains rumble past

on the hour

horns like horses whinny

blow out over Tennesse

irons shudder

clenched undercarriage

running

striking out

the chuck chuck heartbeat

moving like buffalo

slow

lowing

bleating like lambs

and she waits like a mother

the homecoming

her arms are open

fires burning

kettle on

each where they belong

each one loved to death

the puffed Tennesse sky

lays over them like a lover

ADVANCE WARNING

Advance warning to Louisville, Kentucky, me and Boo George are going to be with you for St. Patricks day, we are both Irish and like drinking whiskey. We are off to the glorious land of greasy fried chicken fingers to shoot for Twin. I've heard the fry their turkeys at christmas time. I'm totally into that. For the next week it's just me, boo, a pick up truck and the open road.

The results of this battered heart attack of an adventure will be in Issue two of Twin.

Check out Boo's pictures here http://www.streeterslondon.com/

KATIE EARY INTERVIEW ON TWIN BLOG

Some more images from Katie Eary's London fashion week show taken by the hot video director Kinga Burza who i did the Marina and the Diamonds Hollywood video with

Check out Kinga's work here

http://partizan.com/partizan/musicvideos/?kinga_burza

The interview I did with katie is on the Twin Blog now

http://www.twinfactory.co.uk/blog/fashion/katie-eary-redux

DARRYL FOR DAZED

A shoot I styled for this months Dazed and Confused with mega photographer and one of my best buddies Linda Brownlee. We got to go up on the train to Manchester Picadilly in the big snow and hang out with Darryl and his gorgeous family for the day. It was such a cool experience, they were so welcoming and they had a massive tele, seriously people on it were bigger than life size it was amazing. His dad made us a half foot high pile of hot buttered toast for lunch and we had shortbread and huge mugs of sweet tea all day. Darryl is a beautiful kid, looks tough as nails but is gentle as a lamb underneath. This gets filed under one of the most inspiring shoots I've ever done.

http://www.lindabrownlee.com

MISUNDERSTOOD

Well I almost don't quite know what to say about lil wayne, I was doing a search for teef grills because of Katie Eary's ace show during London fashion week and I found lil wayne and his teeth which are paved with real diamonds. I was totally into the plaster on his face too cos it reminded me of Supreme stickers so i did more picture research and his tattoos are out of control. He has an 'I' between his eyes and then 'fear' and 'god' on each eyelid. WOW. There are tear drops, I think maybe for friends in heaven and a smiley face on the inside of his lower lip, misunderstood inscribed on his temple is fairly significant i would say and thats not even the tip of the iceberg that's just his face.

It's just the cacophony of shit thats going on here, the lip piercing, the tats, the plaster, the jewellery, the dreadlocks, the diamond teef, the raybans, the smoking, the smoking and drinking at the same time. He's like a bull in a china shop in his own body. It kinda blows my mind.

WORDS FROM HUNTER FOR A MONDAY

"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll."