Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Friday, 21 August 2020

SUPERMARKET CAFE OBS




supermarket cafe
  &
i am kinda hiding 
  &
i am kinda disguised
  &
i take my place at the window

  & 
the museum feeling creeps in
like dusk creeps in
  in 
  winters 
  turgid 
  pm
  fail

  & summers under-rug dust is free
to cataract the daytime tv


~


they follow their kipple carts
out down the hatchback rows

trapped in fashion
    &
the madness of ads

new bucket
old water
happy new year

bogofs
keeping
revolution
at bay

& like i said before
i am so full with memories
i am bursting like a child






More than 3,000 shopping trolleys dumped in rivers every year ...

from telegraph.com.uk




Wednesday, 8 June 2016

ANIMALS RULE


        
us -      cutlery monkeys 
          online in order
        
          ibombing
          & 
          beer drinking
          in 
          the 
          sick tease of the weekend

animals - just 
          LIVING
          in    
          a blameless 
          riot of murder 

    no 
spring 
fashion essentials 
needed


from www.zastavki.com

Thursday, 30 October 2014

STRAIGHT AND SHALLOW SHEEP



she wears torn tights
under cut-off denim
  so
she must
  be 
off to Forbidden Planet 
to find some comic book no ones heard of
  or

we've
heard
  of
  it 
but she was there before
    at
      the
        beginning
        when
        IT MATTERED - see ?  look at my tights !
 

hes
got a super skinny suit on
  looks like he couldnt 
  bend down 
  to pick up
  a dropped iphone
he must want to get into club night promotion
  altho
    he's
      stuck in Tiger Tiger by the gig room
          for
          now

  and
  all
  the
half-shaved thick-mops towering dramatic
  over
wild full beards and pastel shorts -
  the
  dapper
  mountain
  men
who've only ever climbed Primrose Hill
  must be ...

  must be ...

  well 
  maybe ... organic steampunk IT farmers ?

we play distraction o clock
  in
leopard onesies driving BMWs across the sink estate dusk
  or
striding ubertoss on gentrified boroughs graffiti'd cement
  on
  kids scooters
  or
  roller blades 
  wondering
          how 
            far
              back
                does
                  RETRO
                    live ?    
  and
stealing
  nerds
classic accidental tucked-in mum-bought look
  and
  selling
  it
  in labels
  to
straight and shallow sheep
  feet
    pointy
      like
        clowns
 

  too - 
  norm-core falls from some jaded journalists head
cos
obviously
all
we
are
is 
  cat walk dollies
even
when 
we're 
not
  cat walk dollies - 
      like 
      theres 
      no 
      more 
      pressing problems 
        than
          wardobes
            and
              mirrors
            for
          earths
        premier
      cutlery 
    monkeys
  busy
bombing their lives into the sick nuclear sea



from thefashionista

Sunday, 13 April 2014

OBSERVATION FROM FUCKTOWN NANDOS



buzz sided petrified hair
with 
piled tops of sculpted ice cream 
or 
yellow cartoon surf waves
over
baby young white faces somehow startled
at
what
theyve
done

and all their trousers - pale stretch denim
or
thin grey jogging fleece
are
all snug carrot shapes
with
loose hanging heavy nappy crotches
make
their torsos long and weak
and
their
legs dwarf stumpy

and their feet wear flat fabric things
their
grandfathers would stroll in brand-new on UK beach holidays
or
stand in self consciously on Norfolk boat decks
lost
now they already got a paper in some strange lollipop shop

and in bold pattern t shirts with tight crew necks 
and
primary colour baby pockets
and
rolled cap sleeves showing weak childs arms
and
pastel feminine cardigans or knitted hoodies
washed out 
and 
flimsy
under englands lame grey

and slung awkward and empty-light
are
small bags of Burberry or Nike
that
hold iphones in rubber coats
and
Super-dry velcro wallets 

no 
knowledge of the decade they emulate
no 
high concepts or cocaine breakfasts
no
brown and beige seventies OD
for
context
of the colour explosion and juxtaposition 
and 
primary 
jazz 
shapes



no one needs to know where this pic is from