Monday, January 25, 2010

Crave by Sarah Kane

an excerpt

“And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don’t listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I’m black and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you and want want you want and think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t’ want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.”

Friday, January 15, 2010

Pre-Fall Round Up

In an alternate universe, I am in Paris.
I take the steps down from the Sacre-Coure two at a time,
the leopard print jumpsuit is weighed heavy with chains and necklaces.
I pull my fur close, breathing heavy, I flit through the city.
Heels high and lips cranberry.
A proper Lanvin girl,
kissing cheeks,
manifesting dreams,
and in love.
Alber! Alber! This is by far my favorite of the pre-fall collections.
I can’t wait to see what dream you concoct for me next.

a Givenchy collection sans studs, veils, and tribal princesses is a surprise,
but relief!
Wool and whites,
thigh highs and feathered skirts.
So perfect for bitter cold days,
that are blessed with bright sunshine.

and fur.
+ a parka.
A collection that manages to combine luxe with sportsmax
is ACE in my eyes.

Blair Waldorf + The Emo Clan of St. Trinians  = Perfection.
I can’t imagine the prep school superstar stylings falling from grace any time soon.
The PS boys have spun round quick fast from their digital surf mania,
and have delivered what looks like a collegiate cutie with a bit of a bite.
(sans cheesy lolita)
I love the contrast of leather and tweed,
a combination that I have been obsessed with as of late.
The boots: New must have shoe? Most likely to be copied? Certainly!

On to the next one:

The honorable mentions go out to.

  1. Preen: For consistently creating timeless pieces. I LUST after this particular jumpsuit. I mean it’s perfect for EVERYTHING.

  2. Balenciaga: The rest of the collection was a bit meh, but I do enjoy the print here. I also really enjoyed the tights featured in the rest of the collection. Can’t wait to see which ones F21 knocks off.

  3. Temperley London: (sorry about the spelling error below!) Sheer + Lace + Ruffles = KIWI.


  1. Louis Vuitton:
    My darling Marc,
    I think you are a genius.
    A fun and fit designer, with great talent and a great tan.
    But what pray tell,
    are the fuzzy things eating the poor model’s hands?
    No. Just no.
    And how very Balenciaga Pre-Fall 09 of you.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

The Clipse : There’s no Business Like Snow Business

Here is an old interview I had done with The Clipse brothers early last year for the now defunct online journal Daily Value.
Brings up incredibly fun memories of CiRCA pre-douche bags and HWY 403 dance remixes.

The Clipse : There’s no Business Like Snow Business
Interview by Kiwi Mohamed

Two a.m. on a Saturday morning, teeny tape recorder in hand I found my self hiding behind a dark corner of grey stucco wall.  As a child of the night, this base filled night club was my dangerous little play ground, and I was about to exploit its secrets for a moment with Dope Raps finest. Known most commonly for their collaborations with The Neptunes, hip-hop duo, Clipse, were the princes of mix tapes. Three knocks, two pissed security guards and one secret door later, I managed to catch up with the Virginia-based brothers backstage after their much-anticipated set at CiRCA.

Kiwi Mohamed: Within hip hop as a genre and culture, is there an excessive amount of animosity directed towards the both you?

Malice: We think that there is a lot of stupid shit going on, shit that I don’t even care to get in to. We basically are music, and what we write about. We try to not get caught up in the circus of what is going on around us.

KM: Would you agree that the problem with hip hop is that there is far too much animosity between artists?

Malice: I think in hip hop a lot of people are acting, and they feel like there is a lot of thug shit that they gotta live up too and whole bunch of (other) unnecessary nonsense, basically with us it’s about our business.

KM: How do you come up with your rhymes? Is it a process you do separately or together?

Pusha T: Yeah, definitely we do our things separately and then we come together. We get the theme together and then we do what we got to do.

KM: As siblings do you find it easier working together. Is it more natural?

P: We basically stay in concert; we know what it is we have to do. We can’t come with nothing lack luster; you know what I’m saying. We got to raise the bar every time and we basically come from the same school so we know each other, and we know what is expected of the Clipse.

KM: So, Mr. Me Too. Who is it about and why?

M: It’s about the street. It’s not about nobody in particular. It’s about the street; it’s basically about cats copying.
You know we were on hiatus, for like four years. When we were out we got all this criticism about dope rap and everything that we were talking about. And when we stepped out for the four years, everybody else was doing exactly what we were getting criticized for.

KM: Do you feel like there is more pressure now that you’ve come back?

P: When you get pull out of something you get that hunger to come back again, and it’s all been working out really good for us.

I thanked the gentleman before disappearing out the same way I came in. Down the frosted backlit stairwells, and out through another trap door. Here Edbanger beats kicked. Fluorescent adolescents skipped, tripped and bumped to the beat. Their Friday night excitement had reached unparallel heights, no comedowns, no problems.
Like a track scratching, I hear the crowd whispering, MR. ME TOO

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

David Delfin S/S 2010

Although certainly not new to the fashion biz, David Delfin is the current favourite of my cold heart. The gorgeous Spaniard’s latest Spring/Summer collection thrills me. With barely a hint of black, I am a little frightened- but I push onward bravely, looking forward to Delfins’ take on the blessing that is spring. Despite what looks like a blizzard beating fiercely against my window.
Androgyny is the theme here, and I find myself drawn more to the looks the male models sport. I also find the use of “hospital” green quite interesting. Not sure how most can pull the color off, but my darling Delfin cover me in color-block wonder, right down to the gorgeous Christian Louboutins. My skin, come summer, ebony and sun kissed will fair quite wonderfully. Some of my favourite looks include; the austere shirts paired with the fantastically short shorts, the darker hued knits coupled with a tulle skirt and belted.
But the absolute must haves? The mini jersey dress is a NEED, hands down, a key piece for those in need of little sex to their summer time shimmy. A true original in his own right, and with New York Fashion Week fast approaching, I can’t wait to see what Delfin cooks up for fall 2010.

Friday, January 1, 2010