You know how I'm into Ukrainian electro and Swedish rappers right, well check out this song by Maskinen which so perfectly combines the two (plus its a great vid). I Love it, what do you think?
Its refreshing to see two kittens discussing and giving praise to the latest speech given by our Archbishop Desmond Tutu, condemning his own Church's obsession with homosexuality.
The South African Nobel laureate said God "must be weeping" at seeing that the Church had such misplaced priorities.
He also criticised the present Archbishop of Canterbury for not demonstrating the attributes of a "welcoming God".
"Our world is facing problems - poverty, HIV and Aids - a devastating pandemic, and conflict," Archbishop Tutu, 76, told the BBC.
"God must be weeping looking at some of the atrocities that we commit against one another.
"In the face of all of that, our Church, especially the Anglican Church, at this time is almost obsessed with questions of human sexuality."
He said the Anglican Church appeared "extraordinarily homophobic" during the debate over whether Gene Robinson, an openly gay priest, should be allowed to be the Bishop of New Hampshire.
Archbishop Tutu said he felt "saddened" and "ashamed" of his church at that time and still felt sadness over the affair.
When asked if he still felt ashamed, he said : "If we are going to not welcome or invite people because of sexual orientation, yes.
He also criticised Dr Rowan Williams, the Archbishop of Canterbury.
"Why doesn't he demonstrate a particular attribute of God's, which is that God is a welcoming God?" he said.
"If God, as they say, is homophobic I wouldn't worship that God."
Ive just watched this on Later with Jools Holland (my all time favourite TV show), and just had to post it. I cant even begin to describe their sound, what I can say though is that this band is incredible.
Check it out, and buy their album
Battles - Atlas.
If you like that, check out the official video HERE
I know exactly what I' want/need for Christmas. Quite frankly Im amazed I even made it this far in life without a diamond encrusted Mercedes.
Its immense. I cant think of a more fitting car for me, a gangsta or a footballers wife. A friend, trying to ruin my moment (I was a little too excited earlier when I found this glorious car) informed me that the diamonds are in fact fakes. Honey, my fucking Rolex is fake, doesn't stop me flashing it at every given moment, especially when trying to blag my way into VIP lounges.
"Excuse me doorman, Ive just flown in from New York, would you be a gent an check the time on my watch is correct only Im meeting a friend for drinks and cant see her anywhere I think I must have the wrong time"
(show door man the watch, his eyes flash with greed which in an instant turns to a glimmer of resentment as he ponders the injustice of a 21 year old himbo owning a $30k watch, then his closed stern face returns and says the time is correct)...
"she must be running late then, mind you she always is, you know how women are (he agrees), would you mind if I wait for her through there"
.... Certainly Sir.
Works a treat. Now if I had a dollar for every time Ive used that one .... Id have 4 dollars and 25 cents. (sadly one time I made it through security to the bar but couldn't afford the $40 dollars for a drink)
I digress, back to my future car. My only issue is the fur seats, I mean that's just tacky. Why not go the whole hog and hang Louis Vuitton monogrammed dice from the mirrors. Failing that Mercedes could just gift one to Jordan.
Personally, well as far as car interiors are concerned I'm a firm believer of understated elegance. You know, lusciously soft leather, deep pile Italian carpets, brandy glass holders, the latest copies of QG Style and Heat Magazine, and of course a car is simply not a car without a driver operated, Ferrero Rocher mockhogany drawbridge cabinet (Italian Socialite optional). Style and class is all in the details.
Speaking of car interiors I once had a terrible nightmare in which I was kidnapped (quite possibly by undercover fashion police, or the Vatican) and bungled into a limo upholstered in its entirety with Burberry check. No man should have to suffer that amount Burberry, even subconsciously.
I think it was Oprah who once infamously said that dreams are harmless. Bitch obviously never had to wake up with that image in her head. Needless to say it took quite a number of bottles of Stolichnaya to get over that dark period of my life, but even to this day the sight of a limo brings me out in a cold sweat.
Welcome back guys, what do you make of my new look?
I was sick to death of looking at that old rainbow crap I called home so I decided to go monochrome. Ok, if I'm honest I did spend a considerable amount of time designing futuristicly dark and chic yet gothic template, I was thinking Galliano Couture meets Dior Homme (Slimane years obviously) at a SciFi Convention. A sea of greys, blacks, whites and silver, with the latest and indeed future technologies integrated with an effortless beauty.
It was to be my defining moment, my raison d'etre, the pinnacle of my life's work. And would be safe to say, that on some level it has always been my greatest ambition to invent the phrase
"Scifi Minimalistic Understated Gothic Chic".
Yes bitches no commas, this a statement not a sentence, in fact this was going to be a fucking movement, a global uprising. Westwood penned the constitution of Punk. My gift to the world was going to be S.M.U.G. (my 9% of the population like a silent C -think yachts darling)
However, after spending several hours designing awe inspiring, some say life changing graphics It dawned upon me that a) I don't have any coding skills, and b) I appear to be rather embarrassingly endowed in graphic designing skills department. Now being a jack of all trades and master of none I did give it my best shot, but it ended up working like an early 90's high school internet project, all be it a tragically gorgeous one. In human terms try to imagine if you will a once rather attractive yet undignifiably stupid supermodel after being butchered by a drunk plastic surgeon wielding a rusty scalpel. It wasn't pretty and it certainly wasn't clever. So I scrapped my ideas of grandeur and modified a peasant blogger template. One day my time for world domination and glory will come, but until that day.....