The wonderful world of brogues as worn by women, and sometimes men.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Bum Bum

I realize that this is over a month old now but a late post is better than none at all, especially when the post involve pics of Iso dressing up as a "booty ferapist".
We spent a wonderful Saturday in December at the Old Ship Pub in Shadwell (well its actually a beautiful squat) and the home of bum bum train. The night ended up being:
a) a hot bed of brog action
b) full of really cool london/brightoners
c) the last time i got so recked i lost my memory
d) the first time i have seen iso in track suit bottoms

And so in reverse order here is the pictorial evidence
Iso was "acting" as a chavy beauty therapist but i know she has more products than boots, so i think it was actually jim fixing for her. Looking pretty sweet if you ask me
combine classy parisian features and grace with english dirty pikey clothes and hair!

It was such a beautiful place.

These brogs were hand made in India to fit her feet perfectly, she said they were comfier than bare feet. I'm so jel it hurts!

These were a north london charity shop find, bought for £3.50
A proper BARGIN BROGUE that manages to combine the two tone with a a great shape which is an unusual combo as they usually end up looking like a rockabilly brog (see previous post.
By the time I took this picture I think I just shouted something like
"I wanna take picture of your shoe, cause theys prettyyyy"

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

The cervix bites back

Fuck The Obligatory Talk Of Resolutions and Happy New Yeeeesssss!

Now as I remember, the indie kid was born from the bitter juices of Jarvis and Louise Wener
standing up for themselves against dirty pikeys who would spit on them at school for not owning a kappa tracksuit and yeah this is a good thing even if it did result in the likes of these.


However the indie kid grew up, became a graph' des', moved to old street and started drinking in cafe kick (livin the dream). These perfectly acceptable twenty somethings, many of whom i call friends (and not in the "they can get me freelance work so i hangout in the same bars and looked up their surnames on google sense of the word friends") are turning back into the pikeys that once tormented them at school. The moron leading this old street backlash is MAN LIKE ME (a band name that screams "It scares me that my parents might find out I'm gay if I dress like an indie boy"). They sing, well thats a bit strong, they vomit lyrics about pie n mash, drinking and birds yeeeeahhhh geezzzzz. The cervix can tell that they are just a poncey north london indie boys who have shaved their heads, put on a cockney accent and are being a gob shites!

This horrid trend is sweeping the nation faster than the Horrors Fringes, dressing like a Chav!

Will the next brand of fashionistas be spawned from the venomous juices of Lily Allen and Mike Skinner, I fucking hope not. It means going to trash will be like going to a school reunion at my local comp, I might as well go and flush my head down the loo now.

Love the cervix

(the cervix loves you)