Sugar Daddy - ‘Creepy Flowers in the Attic Phonecall’
Now if the Loser Cake date wasn’t bad enough, he called her a few hours later to ask if she’d like to go for dinner to a seafood restaurant for the next date. His reason for this is because his sister likes seafood. Yes, he plans on taking his sister along to the next date. He repeated his sisters name multiple times, like it was a big bonus. He even messaged his sister whilst they were on the phone and asked if Kitty was free on Friday. She said she was booked all month.
That is freaky, right? Men don’t usually take their sisters on dates. But she decided to look on the bright side of things - at least he isn’t married.
So there is definitely no second date lined up with Loser Cake aka Creepy Flowers in Attic guy. She is thinking of maybe agreeing to it, turning up and speaking in French the whole time.
Caught the train back to London yesterday, taking the bus to Manchester Piccadilly is always a little harrowing so my dad insisted on a taxi. I played it safe and arrived at the station an hour early.
I felt so comfortable. Shuffling down with sunglasses on, partied out, headed for coffee, I felt like I lived there. I was strung-out and moody, invigorated and stoked at the same time. I think that state of mind is so comfortable. I feel comfortable in it. I did a bunch of brooding at the station, no answers in that coffee cup.
My blogging Sensei and inspiration, Kumako365jp, was wondering what the moon looks like in other parts of the world…well, here’s what she looks like at 10pm, over England. In case you’re wondering, yes, it’s 10pm and still light outside :)
On the way home we blasted Exile songs out of the car window and sang along…
“Ketahazure no majiri kenai goorudo
We ain’t stoppin at all
Mou tsukiru ni hikari dashita 24karats
Yuitsu muni no hakari shire nai goorudo
We ain’t stoppin at all
Tsuneni mune ni kakageru gold diggers!!!!”
The suns almost out…so it’s time for me to hit the hay. Jya neh!
When the Hunter Becomes Hunted.
Tourist takes a photo of me…whilst I take a photo of him. It’s a vicious cycle.
How To Enjoy Modern Art 4
Really, to appreciate art and understand it you have to experience it first hand, go to exhibitions and visit new and national galleries. Don’t let anyone tell you what you like. Modern art is like sushi. Once you’ve tried it, if you get the taste for it, you want to have it again. And then, once you realise you haven’t been poisoned, you get braver, maybe even try sashimi; and in this way your taste advances as well as expands.
When in London visit the Serpentine, Hayward, Whitechapel, Saatchi and the National Portrait Galleries. Near Brighton you’ll find Charleston House and in dear old Manchester theres Manchester Gallery, Whitworth, Chinese Arts Centre, and Cornerhouse amongst others.
(Magda Archer; ‘Crazy Mad’ Cornerhouse Manchester)
How To Enjoy Modern Art 2
Modern art isn’t intimidating or scary, it just gets a kick out of being exclusive, and attracts a few condescending morons who put you off the whole thing, just like a members’ only bar. But with a few well-dropped lines, you can easily be on the list.
Start by learning the history and getting a feel for things with the classics and old masters. Once you’re satisfied that you’re proficient in your da Vinci’s and Van Gogh’s you can travel to Picasso, Rothko and Warhol, careering your way ever closer to modern day.
(Takahiro Tawasaki. ‘Out of Disorder, Complex’ 2010, Cornerhouse, Manchester)
How To Enjoy Modern Art 1
Ever been to a gallery and, even wth your eyes half shut, it still looks like a load of childish scribble? Or worse still, you are at some pretentious instalment which is as creative as the Emperor’s new clothes and frankly you haven’t a clue what people are rhapsodising about? It happens to me, very, very often.
You just need to understand and appreciate modern art. Or at least know the right noises to make. But remember Andy Warhol’s brilliantly famous words: “If you look at a thing for long enough it loses all meaning.” So no need to stand there all day.
(Kitty Kraus instalment at Cornerhouse, Manchester)