Toxic Jeans

http://www.robinhammond.co.uk/Features/ToxicJeans/ToxicJeans.html

After reading an article in The Independent about what the garment industry is doing to this province in Africa, it made rethink the way I think about the way I consume. I say charity and vintage shopping is the way forward.

Not only is it more ehtical, you dont end up looking like a carboon copy of everyone else!

Hannah Golightly

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. ~From the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1961, screenplay by George Axelrod, based on the novella by Truman Capote, spoken by the character Paul Varjak

"I have to make what I see, whether it's a painting, a table, or a movie, or it's like a death and what would be the point of that?" David Lynch.

No, Thank YOU Mr. Hegarty...

Unending Love a poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

~Rabindranath Tagore

CAB...OH CAB...YOU ARE LEGEND

WO(MEN)

Ok, so I got tired of inundating my friends with my general ramblings, inquistions and random ponderings soI decided to vacate and set up camp in blogland. This way I get shit off my chest and the choice is there if you wish to find out what goes on in my mind. I am afraid I am a product of the self indulgent generation where we all seem to think that everyone wants to know what we think. But hey I promise to try and keep it as fresh as possible for you, whoever you may be.

I'm currently on my second coffee, listening to Mos and thinking about Men and Women, Boys and Girls and the role we play. How do we find balance between being dominating, submissive, fueled by testorone or crying like a bitch when your oestrogen levels peak. It doesn't just stop at bioliogy, I mean how have our roles been layed out for us by the world?

Why can women show weakness and Men can't and why when a women is strong she is a bitch or a lesbian and when a man is in touch with his emotions he is considered soft? WTF? And how far is too far to conform to these roles wihout losing your own sense of identity?

Without sounding too much like a hard core feminist, I have realised that generally strong women are seen as a threat. I'll give you an exmplae, about a year ago I was in a bar with a friend and two gentlemen came over with their general macking tactics at the ready and began by bombarding us with lukewarm compliments and had no real interest in what we were really about. Instead of acting like they expected, which would be to blush, act coy accept their offers of a drink and willingly go home with them, I took control of the conversation and tried to lose the quiet laughable 'pulling tactics' that were by now going into overdrive.
Before long we were laughing, joking pushing eachother, reciting song lyrics and one commented..."You are actually quite witty for a girl"...At which point I asked him to elaborate. He replied "You know most women talk about magazines, shopping or shoes"...I sighed.
So this had what it has come to, the sterotypical female. Obsessed with celebrity, clothes and aesthetics.

Then a thought occured to me, none of my friends are really like that, we are all intelligent, independant, strong, opinionated, are we an elite? Is there only a select few who truly break the boundaries of gender roles. I know I do.