THE ABANDONED OLYMPUS

so remember when i moved into that big warehouse space in new york oh so many months ago and set up a photography studio in there?

no?




yes?

well when we set it up i bought a new camera as my 1 month old canon had been stolen from our own apartment on new years eve.

I decided to try something new so i bought an Olympus.... :/

here it is...




The Olympus.

Hmph.

I'm not really a big fan of it.
We don't mix well together.
We're not best friends.

I mean... we aight.

Anyway once moving to Chicago i placed it on my camera shelf and kind of forgot about it. Yesterday i had to work on a photography commission in the city and realized that the little canon wasn't the guy for the job. I went to the shelf and blew some dust off the Olympus and said "you'll do" (thinking in my head 'you better not give me any problems punk'.

I got on the train and started to go through the pictures.

well that's a lie. I actually went to brunch and plugged the battry into the wall to charge...

saw erins man stu who told me about getting hit by a taxi whilst on his bike which cracked his skull open and had to be stapled back together.
ate brunch (steak and eggs)
left the cafe
went to a book store across the street
bought 'dirty harry' (the book not the film)
walked to the train station
bought a ticket
realized i left my camera battry charging in the cafe
walked all the way back
got the charger and batt
and walked back to train station

but yeh once i was on i started to look through the pictures.

Here's what i found...

Antwan and John TRIPPIN at our leaving party at the old place in Bushwick.




me (self photography/no explanation)




(bike shop in ATL)




me. (giving intense eyes)




kitty going in for the kill




me, kitty, kara, bella, doug and my computer in ATL.




and sweet baby isaac.




Although i am a fan of film photography i love digital just as much. The amount of pictures you can store on 1 memory card makes it a easier and cheaper process to capture memories through the years.

Anyway i have to go. I still haven't unpacked from London and i'm going to Michigan tomorrow for a week. Sigh.

I'm tired.

byeee x x x

HOME

HIYAAA.

I've been back in England for the past week. Sorry i haven't been around it's been so hard to get some internet. I was at my mums for a while then back and forth from London to visit every1.

I'm here now. Laying in Zacks bed, watching zacks tv, drinking zacks squash, whilst zacks flatmate makes me a bacon sandwhich. Zacks at work btw. ahahaha




Anyway i fucking love London. It's so beautiful and interesting. I was like hmm should i pack Doug, Kitty and Bella in a suitcase and move back out here. But 1 week later i'm over it. I can't function out here. I know too many people and lose all drive to work and end up doing shit like this....




(being drunk and rubbing my bum against an extremely filthy bin)

hahaaa.

oh wait i do that in america too. nvm.


the worst thing is that was BEFORE we got to the party i was hosting! haha shame.

i managed to compose myself by the time we got there though. Here's me the other hosts and djs.




although by the end of the night Trinity had picked me up and tried to put me in the bin when i was trying to get a taxi home. ARGH.

BTW. I'm watching Maury whilst typing this and i love it. The paternity test episodes. How you not gonna know who the father of your child is?

ooh wait shh they're fighting.....

damn.. he floored him.

ok sorry let me turn this down and get back to this post. (notice how i said turn it DOWN and not OFF)

Anyway i'm all over the place so i haven't found any time to post. I've been taking so many pictures it's ridiculous. I'm saving them up for something special but will post some when i get back.

I'm loving spending time with my best friends..




We haven't lost our touch on the spice girl poses.

I finally had fish and chips aswell. It had been so long!




with a big greasy saveloy. wooii oiii. look at the shine of the grease. yum.

Anyway i gotta go. I have to meet 4 old friends in different parts of town before 6 and it's 2 and i'm still in bloody bed. Will talk to you lot later.

Byeeee xxxxx

HOUSTON, TEXAS

well where do i start?

from the beginning?

yeh seems like a good place to me.

It all started on Friday when i woke up hungover from some random night at the bar with Dougs law school friends where we danced to some cheesy music, i got my velvet shoes soaking wet and some dude asked me if i was a lesbian.

I got out of bed, tidied up the house and packed my shit. Doug came home and we headed to the train station. It was cold and raining as you would expect for late october in Chicago.



we got to the airport had some issues checking in, solved it, ate burgers, drank milkshakes, got on the plane, slept the whole way and landed in Houston.

Once picked up we headed straight to a fancy Iranian restaurant where most of the Mozayani family had already left but a few of them had stayed behind where we had a late dinner. It was so good and i was so tired. I wanted to go to bed and snooze the night away maybe watching a little adult swim BUT NO! somehow i was convinced that going out would be a good idea.

Word on the street was that there was a halloween house party going down on the other side of town. So we stopped quickly at our hotel to check in, hopped in the car to Niku and matts where we backed some whiskey and headed to the party.



Those were the 1st people i saw and boy oh boy were they adorable. Well mainly the dog but i like that the owners co-ordinated their outfits to match with the old boy. ;)

Anyway so i back some more whiskey to deal with the shame of not being in an amazing outfit at a Halloween party. I hate that shit. It's like 'who's that boring arsehole who isn't wearing a costume, their obviously no fun'

everybody was killing it on levels i'm not sure i have experienced before.



see that girl there?
yeh her. the one throwing up the spud at the shiny green guy.
well she was rolling around in her wheelchair on the grass and she looked like she was having some difficulty. I felt real bad and wanted to help her, but didn't ask because... 1 time a man in a wheelchair shouted at me when i asked him if he needed help and it scarred me for life. Now i can't work out wether disabled people want help or don't even want it when they need it and i'm afraid to ask because i don't want to hurt anybodys feelings... you know what i mean?

anyway where was i?
oh yeh. so that girl she had me fooled. I overheard somebody commenting on her casts being real and her saying 'yeh they are' so i figured she was a witty victim of something of a terrible nature and incorporated her recent tragedy into her halloween costume which by all means gets a 'bravo' from me but a few hours later i spotted her on both feet skipping down the steps...



boy did i feel silly! well not really. more annoyed. because i was foolish and wasted good old heartache on somebody who didn't need it.

anyway where was i before all this?
before the fake disabled girl?

oh yeh.

the amazing outfits.

now look at this...



look closer...
look at that detail...

K I L L I N G . I T .

this blew my mind. I mean that's some effort right there. That's some attention to detail.

The teeth.
The hair.
The grass.
The squeaker she had in her trousers that she squeaked at passers by.

Makes me wonder what she'll be for Halloween. I'd probably wear that outfit everyday if i could.

After sitting on the sofa in the back room and watching some 'night of the living dead' i got up, slipped and accidentally hit this pile of rifles and bb guns that were hidden behind the black sheets covering the walls... next thing you know aeverybody had one and were running free with them. Did i mention the bb guns were loaded? not sure about the rifles but i hope not...



soon after that i skipped off to other areas of the party taking snaps as i went...

middlefinger in the kitchen



fairylights in the garden



spider in the living room



bat in the entrance



hot blonde by the garage



me in the graveyard



oh... did i mention that i was filled with whiskey by now and my mind was only focused on getting to a party where i could dance and roll around on the floor. Well this didn't happen and we decided to head back to the Hotel.

After being dropped off me and Doug went upstairs and started to admire the beauty of the hallways leading to our room.

Of course i wanted to document this so i put the camera down, set the timer and ran to strike a pose.

Doug already in position and me being the KERRAAZYYY individual i am just had to show off and do a handstand.

correction. A DRUNKEN HANDSTAND.

the 1st part went well. I was on my hands and my legs were gliding through the air.

I just didn't notice that light fixture there that happened to get in the way of my feet and smash into a million pieces.

DAMN.



I instantly panicked and tried to run away. Doug told me to freeze and in a cool and calm manner scoped out the hallway for security cameras before ushering me into the room. He called the front desk and told them that there was glass smashed all over the hallway and could somebody come and clean it up.

Situation handled.

Now you see me. I'm the 1st motherfucker to panic. I'll panic all day long.

You lost a shoe? I'LL PANIC.
You're not feeling well? I'LL PANIC.
You want a cheese sandwhich? I'LL PANIC.

why? who knows! who cares! If my life was a horror film i would be the panicky girl who tries to call the police when somebody in my group of friends dies in a freak accident and then i get murked out by everybody else for losing my motherfucking cool. That's just the way it is. Sigh.

Well after that little situation we ordered some wings and quesidillas and had a munchfest whilst watching 'metalocalypse' on adult swim. Eventually we dozed off and woke up to a beautiful day in Texas!



I stretched and yelled "OH WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY" and leaped into the shower like a gay unicorn dancing through a field. I scrubbed my skin and washed my hair and when i hopped out i remembered...

I FORGOT ALL MY TOILETRIES!!!!

AW SHIT.

now i don't know about you.. but that hotel shit doesn't cut it. That little bottle of watered down cream does no good for my skin. My skin get's ashy dammit and i'm not afraid to admit it. With nivea cream it's silky and smooth and you could glide down it like it was a satin sheet.




but without...




it's as dry as the sahara.

Realizing my mistake i threw on some clothes and Doug and i headed out on a mission to find a CVS or WALGREENS. (cvs/walgreens is one of those places that sells toiletries and other stuff)

We attempted to walk but immediately came to a highway so we hopped in a cab and got to a CVS. I bought a bunchastuff and we decided to walk to the mall to get some food. Spotted these 2 as we entered..



Eventually we found the food court and although we had many choices we chose the food of the gods... TACO BELL. :D After devouring the tacos we hit the streets and walked all the way back to the Hotel. It seems Houston was not made for walkers and we had to climb 2 fences and bush to get there.

Once back in the Hotel we grabbed our towels and went to find the pool.



Several minutes later we found it..






believe it or not i've had that swimming costume since i was 13... (i know right! wtf why am i still wearing that shit!)

the sun was shining and treating us right. Remember now it was raining in Chicago when we left so this weather was a treat!





(looks like i missed a patch on the right leg!)

After a bit more lounging, lazing, swimming and playing we got up went back to get ready. I didn't bring much with me and when i packed i was hungover. I was working with whatever was im arms reach from the day before.

I ended up in this dress which i've only worn once before when taking bella for a walk in Michigan.



(i see you jacky D)

We packed our shit, got picked up and got to the mansion where the wedding was at. It was an Iranian wedding so it was all new to me. We got in and had a drink or 3. The wedding started and it was BEAUTIFUL.



There are all these special rituals that the bride and groom have to do to show things like the sweetness in their unity and oh um.. i forgot. It was all on a bit of paper but i lost it. :/

anyway it was great!
there were cute babies..



and amazing iranian ladies that really don't play when it comes down to presentation game.



and Doug looking like a real gentleman



and food and music and blah blah blah

did somebody order a dance party??



I THINK THEY DID!



believe me i was on the dancefloor (the rug) willinn out. I was pussythrusting and hip gyrating and doing iranian hand movements and overall killing it pon de dancefloor. Of course by now i was once again drunk and probably looking like a clown whilst everybody stared on in horror but in my mind it was all good!

excuse me a second but my cat just rubbed up so hard on me she got tangled in my cardigan...
not even joking...
evidence...




ahahahahahha

--- back to the adventure.

ok so.. where was i? oh that's right. well we left the wedding and hit the streets...




there's me doing my stupid pose i can't stop doing. we climbed in the car and went to nikus and matts. They told us we were going to a big halloween bloc party so go through their dressing up stuff and find an outfit. It was a choice between bunny ears, a few cheap wigs, a gold american apparel leotard and this....



we convinced Doug this was the outfit for him and i went for a cheap pink wig.



we got to the party and it was pretty fun. People weren't that friendly but i guess we were foreign faces so whatevs. we had fun!






well that is until we all got too drunk and somehow went to the party all the way the other side of town and i ended up drinking more...




(sorry mum)

that was the nail in the coffin...

it all ended with us back at matt and nikus and me hugging the toilet seat and throwing up whilst feeling extremely sorry for myself. I also remembered at that moment that i had to be at the second part of the wedding by 12. It was 5am. FML.

Somehow we all got up, got ready and made it to the wedding by 12:30. I had the shakes and couldn't stand straight but who cares. I was there.

In fact, i managed to look quite respectable..



After barfing all that time ago i was hungry. So i grabbed a little shrimp thing on a cucumber on a bit of bruschetta that was floating around being offered from a tray.

As soon as that badboy hit the back of my throat my eyes widened as my body screamed ABORT ABORT ABORT.

It was too late. It was in. It flew down my throat and splashed into my empty tummy which then roared as i ran to the bathroom.

and there i was again. having some intimate time with the loo. Making sure not to touch this one as it was public but still on my knees spewing up acid and whatever jack daniels was left in my system into an unforgiving toilet bowl.

D: This was bad. I grabbed my bag and dashed out the back running through the car park and dashing down a side street to come across a patch of grass next to the road and laying there for an hour whilst tweeting and breathing in fresh air.

I made it back inside for the vows and photographs coz i'm cool like that.



I then perked up and was a charming ball of fun for the rest of the day. All the old ladies were digging my style and throwing me compliments whilst we ate duck for dinner before dashing to the airport and catching a flight home.



the moral of this story is 'there is no moral to the story'. I'll never learn, i had a great time, nobody got hurt and you fackin lav it.

THE END.

;) x

NAH

Just wrote this LONGGGGG post about how i'm losing my mind and how i am fearing for my sanity but i don't want to go to the american doctors because they put you on all these fucked up pills that will only send me to the crazyhouse because i have one of those brains that's so close to the edge that it will only take 1 thing for it to fuck me up forever and how this is the same reason i don't take any drugs because 1 hit of that cocaine or ecstasy and it's all over and i've jumped out the window thinking i can fly or i've killed somebody without knowing it.

but then i deleted it because admitting that you may be clinically insane is NAGL.

TOO MUCH SHIT.

man oh man.

i got too much shit.

Too much stuff.

too many things.

too macccchhhh. (in malaysian accent)

I came to America 10 months ago with 2 large suitcases and well it only takes me that long to accumulate this many clothes!!!!



That's my wardrobe. It's what they call a 'den' in America. Well that's what my friend Nem told me anyway. It has a fireplace, an antique radiator and 2 doors that lead out to the front deck. It's a little ridiculous that it's this full already. I also have another full closet in the hallway.

BASICALLY I HAVE TOOO MANY CLOTHES!!!

(I also have 6 full suitcases of clothes at zacks flat in London) :/ :/

TOO MACCCHHHH (malaysian accent again)

I've tried organizing it and having a system. but that didn't work.

I've tried packing away the stuff i don't really wear. but i just open it up when i remember something i might wear. The clothes go everywhere.

I've tried. Trust me i've tried. I'm just not organized and it aint workin out.

so yeh i'm getting rid. People loved the streetsales and i got lots of upset people frm all over the world that couldn't be there. So i thought i should sell it on ebay!

Remember i wanted to start the ebay store. Well i dunno! That's really like a full time job...

Especially when i had to pick the models, take the photos, edit the photos, do the measurements, describe and post it online. It's very time consuming. I guess if i didn't have other work that i needed to do i would be onnnn itttt.

I'm giving it a trial and see how it goes. I have 1 listing up at the moment. This leopard print, suede feel leather biker girl crop top.




(modeled by the beautiful Marina)



I'm only selling items like this. Really amazing shit that you can't find just anywhere. I love this top so much but it doesn't fit :( :( just look at that back ruching! (does inappropriate sexy tiger growl)

for the listing go to ...

http://tinyurl.com/yhqz3vo <-- you gotta copy and paste. i still haven't worked out how to make links (rolls eyes at my stupidity)

my ebay name is - posed144

I'm new to ebay. Never really used it before. It's actually pretty good.

Anyway i'm rambling.

I gotta go. I'm going to try and clean up the den/wardrobe again and pack for Houston.

Flying out there 2moro afternoon.

TEXAS R U READY FOR ME?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

byeeee
x

PISSY PANTS

i've been out a lot lately.
i don't know why... i have so much work i need to do. so much.

But we're supposed to start pre production on the film early next month so i figured i might aswell make the most of any time i have now before i really hibernate and turn into a creative work beast.

Last week Steve came into town to play at this monster club in the city so i decided to head down to catch up and have a dance!

I took the troops along with me (doug and jen). Jen was visiting from Atlanta.

We bought a bottle of whiskey and got the train into town. By the time we got there we were already buzzed and had to get some food from this pizza place that was bumping pitbull out the front speakers!




We got to the club and it was chaos outside. We did a shimmy and a shake and made it inside, met up with steve, his friend Laura, Hollywood Holt, his wifey, josh flosstradamus and Kid sister and headed upstairs to sit down and get into the bottle of vodka on the table.




After some dancing me and Laura needed the loo so we skipped off to the bathrooms at the back. There was a line so we danced around and told off people who were trying to push in front of us. Eventually we made it and ran in together. I decided to go 1st...

*** warning *** this is about to get a little yucky.

anyway so i decided to go 1st. So i sit on the loo and i'm havin a wee and i stand up and Laura gasps....

i'm like 'what?' and look back and i've only gone and let my fackin dungaree straps fall in the toilet that i just took a bloody piss in ain't i!

i scream and she's like D:

and i'm like :o

and then i'm like :/

and she's like 'you know what move over' and grabs the dungaree straps and fills the sink full of water.

by now it had been a few minutes and the toilet attendant guy is banging on the door because of the long line of people waiting and there are only 2 loos for people to use!

Anyway the sink is filled and she squirts loads of soap in there and grabs my straps with me attached and dunks em in the sink, thoroughly scrubs them with her hands and then rinses them off!

she washed my pee/toiletwater soaked dungaree straps! i officially love her forever.

so she squeezed out the excess water and i tucked em on the side. We eventually made out of the bathroom and everybody gave us the "they just blatently snorted a bunch of coke' look. But if they really knew what we were actually doing they wouldn't have been jealous! hahahaha (p.s i don't do coke. drugs r bad/sad)

Anyway 10 minutes later Laura got wine on her. It seemed to be a battle against fluids that night. Bodily and bottled.

wet dungarees and wine stains




so after a bit more drinking and dancing mr aoki went on and started his set. miss kidsister accompanied him on stage and performed for a track or 2.




we danced in the crowd. The stage was already packed with non movers.




we left before the set ended and somehow ended back at that pizza place. and yes. they were still playing pitbull! haha




i bought that leather jacket for $2 in a thrift store and it's disgusting. I need a warm coat for this cold weather. I have no idea how to shop online for proper clothes that haven't been worn by somebody else and been around for over 20 years! Anybody know any good online stores where i can buy a warm winter coat?

Also question.. do you prefer my blog posts as nights like this and events as they happen or bundled all together like i've been doing?

I think i like em as they happen. It's a bit rubbish bundling all these fun adventures into the same post.

Anyway i'm going i'm sketching for future projects. ;)

lots of love xxxx

SECOND STAGE

so i've been trying out some digital collage on top of the pencil drawing from the last post. It's coming out pretty nice but i'm an artist that's never ever satisfied...



let's see what i end up with. I'm yet to create the background.

Also the guy that owns the gallery space who is putting on that mosterbox art show drove over and gave us a newspaper box to get busy with. We're lucky girls i think everybody else had to find their own :D

So anyway here we are with the before product...



and we had a little brainstorm and have come up with a few ideas of what we want to do.
I'm excited. I need to go on a mission to find some beads and all things amazing so we can put it on the beast.

We gave her a clean because she was filthy.




We're gonna take her down to the basement of death next time and sand her and paint her. I'll keep you updated on the progress if you like.

Well that's all from me. I'm going to put some girls stuff on ebay 2moro and try and work on this photography commission i've got.

Ok night night.

XXXXXXXXX

WORK IN PROGRESS

the other day i got an e-mail from hennessy saying we need some of your artwork to display on the website so send us some new stuff.

................... :/

i've been concentrating so much on photography that i haven't been putting much work on my art skills. I've done a few private pieces but i haven't been having any me time creating. So tonight after downloading some bone thugs jams i got drawing. I let my mind wander off and this is what i came up with so far...



It's obviously just the pencil outline and the very early stages but i want to add an ill background with some strange new world out there. Maybe smokin or on fire but i'm yet to decided wether i will do it by paint or photoshop... what you think?

I'm going to get back in the swing of my art shit. My studio is so cute now i put up some curtains and cleaned this rug that i bought from a thrift store. I beat it on the back deck in my knickers like i was back in Trinidad. Then i washed it in the ancient bathtub in the bathroom of death. Then i dried it in the sun and its so cute and completes my studio! :D




I like rugs i guess. I prefer carpet. If i had my way i would only live in houses with carpet but Doug hates them and Bella and Kitty would fuck that shit up farreal. Plus i haven't encountered many apartments with carpet out here in the old U.S of A. The majority of my friends only like wood floors. bleurgh.

Anyway so what was i sayin??

oh yeh.

so i'm going to get back into the art shit.

Me and Erin are going to do a piece for this exhibition called monsterbox that will be held at this sick gallery space in Chicago. You basically take a newspaper box like this....




(that dog looks stuffed)

and turn it into something like this...




or this...




hehe or this ...




:D

so yeh we're going to get started on it 2moro in the basement of death.

remember i told you about the basement of death when i 1st viewed this place and was scared to move in.

i've been down there a few times now to fiddle with the boiler and find some mini heaters when the heating broke. Well yeh anyway after a few trips down there i discovered this huge back room which is PERFECT for a painting studio. I don't know how likely it will be that i will work down there on my own but i feel safe when somebody else is around. It's haunted as fuck though. It looks like the type of place you chop somebody up or some nasty shit like that. Theres this room at the verrrryyy back and its all dirt floors and brick walls i figure it used to be a wine cellar but it looks like the death room. But then to be fair i think everything looks like the death room! :O

Ugh i have to go its so late and i want an early start. I'm gonna prep music for this set i am doing for a friend at this night called superfunparty on wednesday. Let me tell you... the party is superfun. I knocked a bottle of champagne out of somebodys hand last week because i was dancing so hard!

Anyways later.

p.s i'm loving bone thugs right now. east 1999 motherfuckers xxxx

FIVE

five photos from my time in Chicago so far.

I've been here 2 months now and i am having THE BEST TIME.

It's so beautiful and everybody is really nice. I feel like it's a nice place to live life. I don't miss New York at all. It's just as beautiful but i think my time there was up. You know me... always moving onwards finding a new place to rest my head!

So yeh anyway i'm settling in well and i just started editing some photos to show you what i've been seeing. I only have 5 pics at the moment. I got this new computer and a bunch of the pics are on the laptop.

do you ever realise how much chewing gum is stuck to the ground?



i made it to the lake a few times before it got cold. Beautiful days.



posted up



travelers. she had a sign saying 'gimme a dollar i'm a traveler'



me and Dougy in the car park after losing our car. I think i was hungover. I look hungover.



That's what i have for now.

I'm doing butt clenches whilst listnin to bashment.

Pon di gaza in fact.

This is the second time in life doing butt clenches. They hurt. I want to give up but i can't. The music is making me do it. That's how i started doing it in the 1st place.

Alright i'm going. I got an early start.

I'm selling a mens FENDI sweater on ebay 2moro. So all the hot boys that got the ill style look out for it. I'll post the link on here. Ladies i will be selling something too. I was going to sell this beautiful dress...




but Estelle hit me up and bought it quicktime!

Ok i'm going now. Once my bum wants to stop this clenching nonsense.

Byeeee xxxxxxxxxx

18 left.

Remember i designed those t-shirts a few months ago.
The kitty and bella ones.




Well i have 18 left.

It had been a long time since i designed any tees and i'm glad to see i still have a few loyal supporters out there. :D

i never mentioned it but there's only 100 of each design. I wanted to keep it a surprise for the supporters and admirers of my work.

I won't be releasing them again EVER so if you want to grab one of the last ones then go to www.inaworldofherown.com

I had a bunch of people from Australia buy them which was really cool. An ozzie boy bought one and then people saw him wearing it and asked where he got it and word got round. So there are a few floating around in the land of OZ. Because there are so few i'm pretty sure you won't ever have to worry about bumping into anybody with the same thing on.

Girls there are 4 XLS left and they look really good as frayed dresses.




If you get one just hit me on the e-mail that's provided through paypal and i will send you instructions of how to make it into a cute dress. :)

Ok well that's it.
I'm gonna go and eat some soup.
I woke up sick.
My pussy ass immune system couldn't handle the sudden change in weather and took me down for the count.


Alrigt later lovers. Hope your good. :) xxxxx