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I woke up with the flu this morning, went back to sleep and woke up pretty much healed from it. I then went to a !!free!! Selfridges Art pop up called The FlipSide, and got to try a fun cocktail thingy. Apparently the cocktail artist (is that what you call them?) is one of the best in the World – he picks a flavour he thinks you’ll like, based on this interactive questionnaire thing. The taste-test was served on something not too dissimilar to a tab of acid, which, ironically, I’d think a person should definitely take if they do visit because the Pop Up was totally that vibe. I don’t need to do acid though

Then I wandered into Selfridges and bought a few things in the Food Hall. My favourite thing about the Selfridges Food Hall is getting to look at all the vibrant packaging. So.. the confectionery. There were all these really innovative Hot Chocolate powders and honeys! I wish I had photographed them, but I left my phone at home and I didn’t bring my camera.

I bought macarons in my favourite colours at the moment. Fuchsia & fade0f (selfridges yellow <3) The other sweets I bought are going in a video for the kid’s channel I’m making. I think it’s important to encourage children to learn how to enjoy eating all kinds of things, to appreciate the luxury of hand-made confection, and buy beautiful pieces of edible art rather than to buy mass-produced sweets that make them ill. I think as a kid I’d have enjoyed a day out with my family, looking for the perfect sweets to spend my money on & dialoguing with the people working in the sweets shops about how they’re made. Conversations like that stuck with me throughout my own childhood.

These were modestly priced (REALLY DELICIOUS – their outer appearance actually does their taste no justice at all) and inspired me to make-an-art. The coaster is Anthropologie, I bought a few of them months ago – I think I saw one on Poppy Deyes’ blog and Vogue Online… & then found them on a shopping trip – also in Selfridges.

I wanted to photograph them in a way I don’t think sweets have been photographed before. People don’t really appreciate ‘noise’ or ‘grain’ unless it’s depicted by one of those old fashioned non-digital cameras so I’ll take what you hate and make it mine. And I think the super-sharp, immaculately lit food photography thing is over-done too. I unconsciously chose a crystal backdrop that looks not too dissimilar to sugar, and I think that is a pretty magical representation of some sugar-esque candyland I’d love to live in.

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At the exhibition there was a brief discussion about how the face of luxury is changing – the definition of it. I walked past huge plastic tubs of water that were back lit and created this fantastic blue glow, if you looked up close you could see little stickers illustrating where the water was sourced. There was a table with complimentary, simply packaged bottles of water sitting on top … and I was told that it was actually a piece about a perfume that is mostly made of water and that fresh water is now considered a luxury item, because apparently it’s limited on our Planet. (I thought it would be rude to disagree with that sentiment because none of my spiritual teachers would agree – but I decided against doing so because I think it’s important to teach humans to value the Planet’s natural resources before teaching them that the Planet actually isn’t limited at all, nature teaches us our most important lessons. When you love & value what you’ve got, you get more and more and more and more… as if out of thin air.)

But I do love the concept of any item being in limited supply. That is an interesting way to teach humans to value something.. once it’s gone, it’s gone. Actually I think that’s how I’ll be dating from now on…

Isn’t it interesting that the luxury market could teach people something so profound through a discussion intended to market a scent?

(The Food Hall is also my favourite because the exit is so close that you can walk out and have a cigarette whenever you feel to.)


Today there was a police woman in a bullet proof vest *sniggers* hovering around me like one of those annoying houseflies, (walks in as I do – COMPLETELY ruining the Selfridges vibe – exits a few seconds after I do, for my first cigarette). Then a boy far better dressed than me asked for some money and complimented my shoes. I assume I was supposed to ignore him but ever since playing Viva Piñata – I really feel like any broke person, or worse – sad, sad person that accepts payment to pretend to be broke has a right to a dream.. just like >> Ivor Bargain <<

I know I know, when you get far enough into “the game” you get weird “actors” approaching you … remember these people that (the Universal you) you employ to communicate with me have lives and minds of their own & whatever faux identity or pretence they employ to speak to me doesn’t impact the exchange of energetic vibration. I’ve walked away from enough situations feeling stupid to fully empathise with a person who walks away feeling stupid (after communicating with me.)

Oh God, and today someone called me “very smart” in a stuttering Borat voice and I pity-pretended to feel flattered

The overwhelming pity I feel towards anyone who speaks to me, I can’t overemphasise

So strange – I had written a paragraph about how I find it so strange that there are supposed “Police Cuts” when in fact, I have never seen so many police walking the streets, in any direction or line of sight – but I must have accidentally deleted it or something

silly me!

(Oh, one of the police men I saw at the petrol station was working as a security guard at the exhibition. I assume that whoever reads my blog and literally uses their limited time on the Planet to interfere with my life would’ve assumed I wouldn’t of mentioned it because I’d sound racist saying they’ve got “the cute, short, bald asian guy” that I addressed about Police cuts stalking me but they’d be deeply mistaken.) Probably some poor attempt to see how I’d tackle “racial profiling”, or is that giving them too much credit? Assuming too much intelligence on their part? Either way.

Cringe.

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A G L I T T E R I N G D E C E M B E R

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I’ve had everything and I’ve had nothing. I have roots in countries where the contrast of wealth spans from infants residing in cardboard boxes to opulence I’ve never seen on, iunno, TV.

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In the West we follow trends which serve as a “This is what Rich looks like” guide, telling you how luxury or wealth should look but forget that everything has been designed by somebody.

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The great thing about studying Art & Design is you kind of get to decide what “expensive” looks like, for yourself – and pricetags no longer mean a thing. I’m drawn to rare things. I’m also drawn to the things others might not want. I’m also drawn to the things that everyone wants but can’t have.

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If one’s personal aesthetic can be likened to dessert – I prefer to think of my style as a multi-layered cake, a mixture of ingredients, colours and …condiments…? Ideally a one time combination that hasn’t been seen before. Tacky is my personal sugar. Thats when I’m not in pyjamas, anyway.

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But really – fancy is an energy. You can go for a week or two without washing your hair and still look fancy if you feel it. I’m sharing a sofa with my chihuahua bestfriend, that might not sound so swanky but in months yet the sofa will be replaced with office furniture & a marvellous bed. I’m starting up four businesses. I’m lucky enough not to have to be working a job just to make ends meet. Fancy is what you make of it. I mean… look at my current studio set up.

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I’m struggling with how many business cards I ought to have printed. I might have a ‘Supreme Sleeping & Napping Queen’ card printed. Has anyone ever done that before??

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Some of my favourite outfits, looking back on a past-self’s instagram, cost £2 from a charity shop. I remember eventually even giving those up because I felt guilty about looking pretty. People used to really struggle with me posting nice photographs of myself on the internet – as if I ought to be compelled to post bad ones?!
People will always find some reason to make you feel bad about yourself, they’ll seek out some imperfection to dwell on and try to demean you for it – but that isn’t indicative of a problem in you.

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You really are doing others a favour by trying your best in all your endeavours. Whether it’s making playlists on Spotify, posting stuff on Instagram, blogging… sleeping?? Is shopping one of your greatest talents? I knew a girl who was great at finding things in shops when I was all disoriented.
If we were still friends I’d tell her to be a personal shopper.

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As highly contradictory as it might be, in contrast to my pursuit of non-physical – I’m a very visual person. So… when someone perhaps criticises my appearance – and they do – for example, I don’t think it’s even remotely a secret that I get lip injections. Some people think they’re too big. But I love them, so their opinion doesn’t hurt my feelings at all. I have wanted huge lips since I was about five years old.

Actually – if you’re deeply non-physical there are plenty of arguments I can give you to validate plastic surgery. First: the body really doesn’t matter. Secondly: taking action to bring yourself to a higher state of self love sends out an energy that makes other people feel comfortable loving themselves too. I mean, your friends might be a bit jelly but energy work isn’t best observed by your friends responses.

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I’ve learned the beauty of having nothing to define you – friends, material belongings, even self esteem. But it was my fear of being alone that was the most damaging.  I’ve had a hard time with that. Isn’t it ironic that a person could have a fear of being alone and also be an escapist? I think that what is understood as addiction stems from a fear of being alone.
I think that would upset people to read, I know I’ve engaged with people in recovery who might’ve found me quite blasé/ignorant/stupid but I actually grew up with someone perceived as an addict. When I was around three or four I used to intuitively manage to locate where my brother had stashed his drug paraphernalia.

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There was a time I would wake up and go fly into a rage if I couldn’t smoke a joint.. the issue was really that I was in a lot of pain and weed killed that pain very successfully. I spent five years of my life stoned. I do think you can have addictive behaviours, you can even say they’re genetic – but that perpetuates a blaming-others cycle which I also disagree with.
I really think you can change the behaviours, cycles and traits inherent in your genes & I think that the future will prove me right. Would you believe me if I told you I was meditating on my breasts getting bigger!? And that it’s working!???! (Still want a boob job, tho.)

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It’s surprising how upset a person can get when you imply something along the lines of – you aren’t an addict, you have some holes that need filling that stem in childhood-boredom. It’s like the recovery program finds something positive in reassigning a person’s identity by forcing them to admit they’re an addict. Fucked up, to me, to be honest.

What the term addiction really means is you’ve been brought up by people who’ve been brought up by people who’ve been brought up by people that don’t know how to cope with themselves. And anyway – life without vices is … hella fucking boring.

If you’re good enough fun and you spend some time with an addict, they probably won’t do the thing they’re addicted to as much. It’s not a reflection of you, it’s a reflection of how much fun that person’s inner child needs to be constantly having. You are not responsible for being a person’s source of fun or enjoyment.

If an addict were looking to me for advice – I’d say to focus on admitting you never learned how to have a good time alone & learn how to have a good time alone. I find enjoyment in Art, Beauty and finding new sources of Inspiration.

This December has been spiritually and materially wonderful for me. I refuse to feel guilt about the things I’m manifesting. As it has always been – they probably cost a lot less than you think: but that is far from the point.

If you are fortunate enough to have a financial means that affords you an expensive taste, you should feel comfortable making your fortunes visible because that influences artists and designers – that means you influence the less-expensive stuff that trickles it’s way down the stream to more affordable places.

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I’ve been in friend’s council houses and I’ve lived in halfway houses and it shocks me that the government gets away with making people think that it’s cost effective to keep them living like that. The millennial approach to this terrible economy has been to make-do and the result has been a fashionable “industrial” aesthetic thats become marketable as “expensive”. At University I lived with the kind of wealth that buy Dior babygrows for newborns but carried nokia phones (‘Drug dealer’ phones.) Ofcourse if you are wealthy and you’re a drug dealer, the police really have no interest in you. It’s the people who gain power without much wealth that terrify the police. Did you know that?
Culture is stolen from the poor, did you know that?

Lets take it further – the cage-grown-antibiotics-pumped chicken you might eat at a Perfect Fried Chicken chain (like KFC but even cheaper) is not so far apart from the cage-grown-antibiotics-pumped frozen chicken breast being served in air-locked plastic bags at any grocery. The only difference is the price tag, some seasoning (stolen from the poor, at some point) & maybe some kind of addictive substance that tastes -really- good when you’re stoned. In London we have places like Acton, and I-LOVE-Acton, I’m really not hating here, but the price of food is kept so low that these places have a micro-economy of their own that keeps residents in these towns from travelling very far because they simply can’t afford to.

I recall a textile teacher once joking that “Dirty Denim” was inspired by a designers trip to I think Vietnam – they passed by worn & torn denim hung up on clothes lines in a slum. Imagine if – at the time – one of these Vietnamese slum-dwellers learned what the clothes on their back were worth over in the West.

Edited on 5th January to add – case in point! >> Check these “scuffed” Golden Goose Deluxe Brand sneakers on Netaporter. <<

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Fancy is an energy – and an Art. It’s the people that really live that do it best. So. If you can’t buy Art, live and make your own. You never know, you might influence someone.

Whats that quote… the riche have no taste..? 😛 Well maybe..! It’s commonly observed that people prefer artists before they get wealthy. It’s often been suffering of some kind that inspired the greatest pieces of Art – my favourite of my own work (that sounds conceited but it’s difficult to type. In fact I would prefer to be more conceited. It’s so much healthier. I’m sitting beside stock I’ve designed and gathered for one of my businesses and something very deep down still tells me it isn’t adequate!?).
Abraham Hicks teaches that true inspiration, good ideas etc – belong to source. You only have to suffer for your Art if you believe it’s necessary to do so. I spent my life believing that, so .. proceeding a hard time.. I guess thats why it’s all coming together so fast.

This time next year I plan on being a millionaire and I’ll be buying Art exclusively from ‘Poor’ people. I have this inner vision that one of my superhero powers is influence & I intend on using that to decide what sellable-Art is. I want to change the Art world, yep yep.

I know when you’ve learned something from me.

Just had a fun chat with my ma. I came to the conclusion that a practical course studying film is probably the most important degree you can do in these way-of-the-introvert-times. All the information we take in is visual. Whether you like it or not (I like it) we are glued to screens. I see that people won’t take news seriously anymore (those that do) if it’s not verifiably filmed on-location, in real time. Perhaps it’ll have to be interactive. Journalists just aren’t trust worthy anymore.

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Oh. I had another little interior-design related epiphany. 2017/18 Hipsters throughout the world… WATCH FLASH DANCE. We are stuck in the 70s. The 70s are my period of choice but also so is 2018. I want to help influence 2018 chic. This is a bold aim but something to consciously try. ANYWAY – these are stills from that perfect movie.

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Today I met up with Linda & we had a little wander around Covent Gardens. She’s a wonderful photographer from Denmark and she’s moving to Berlin on Wednesday, so I wanted to say goodbye before she leaves. The positive to this is that I’ll have an excuse to make some trips to Berlin?!

I’ve noticed that all the creatives seem to be gravitating towards Brighton and Berlin…

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We visited Jamie Oliver’s restaurant and sat outside in the sun. I found it quite charming and understated, not remotely pretentious. Quite like him, I suppose? The staff were good fun. At one point a bee landed on my finger, I instinctively screamed and a handsome waiter appeared as if out of nowhere to delicately shoo it away.

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Linda ordered a red wine. I stole the first sip and I thought it subtly-sweet.

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She also ordered garlic bread. I stole a piece.

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For her mains she had the super food salad.

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I ordered a mojito.

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And carbs, in the form of ravioli in lemon butter.

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Check out the cutest puffy stickers we found in Art Box! Our inner fourteen year olds swapped phones and we decorated them for one another.

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I think, though, that – perhaps – this little note was the most delightful moment of my day/week/month/year and it’s in a notebook she bought for me that will be sitting in my bag until it’s quite full

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