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Contents issue one
3 Contributors Blame them
4 Borne to... Begin
5 Masthead That’s us
6 Check this out Cool stuff, shit stuff, and everything in between
10 Dieny Itoe Nice things. Very nice things
12 SCPF Solutions America’s getting a whole lot better
14 Totally Fucked in Translation, Words: John Kidd Man, I wish I worked in China
16 Damsel in this Dress We think the word ‘yummy’ sums it up
18 Pio Abad That’s weird... I like it
25 How to... Become a Superstar DJ
26 Tatts, Sailors & Dolls, Words: Lindsay Lees, Photography: Stephen Rasmussen
30 Eilidh Weir Disgusting but so not
36 Our Man Sam In... Poland Words: Sam Mayer
38 The Beginnings of Hip Hop, Words: Iain Nevill, Photography: Felicity Crawshaw
42 Strike a Pose Riding the poles of pain
44 Hurrah, Hurrah Please do not feed the animals
54 Books I began writing, Words: Christian Bunyan
58 To the Manor, Photography: Stephen Rasmussen
62 Black on Black, Photography: Paul Hampton
66 London Calling Looking good! Lorna McCaw invites us to view her Masters collection
72 Edge of Beauty New York photographer, Paul de Luna, takes us on a trip to Prague
78 Anni’s Gonna Beat Your Face You’ll thank her for it
80 Piece by Piece Go forth and buy
86 Tunes Ian MacBeth rates beautiful music
87 Emma Pollock Sounding better than ever?
88 Connect Festival
89 Stockists
90 Boo, you whore Somebody stop her, no, really
Contributors
Felicity Crawshaw,
Photographer, The
Beginnings of Hip Hop.
Felicity is fresh outta
Uni but unlike so many
institutionalised creatives
she has a style of
her own. A good one.
John Kidd, Writer/Salary
Man, Totally Fucked in
Translation. John gets
shipped out to the land
of the bootleg this month.
No doubt there’ll be a
hell of a lot more to report
as he settles into life in a
county the size of, well,
China, and deals with
women handing him their
babies on a daily basis.
Sam Mayer, writer/traveller,
Our Man Sam in...
Countries don’t mean
much to Sam. There’s
land, sea and that’s about
it. So, we thought we
should probably get him
to tell us about his random
trips across both of them.
This month Poland, next,
who knows.
Paul de Luna, Photographer,
Edge of
Beauty. Paul is very
good at taking very
good photos. There.
That’s really all you
need to know. Oh, and
he lives in New York.
Illustration Bebaroque

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Hi.
We created this collection you hold
in your hands right now for a number
of reasons. Some you need to know
about, others you don’t.
We are Borne to fill a hole. Borne to mix the new and the old.
We are Borne to piss some people off and make others laugh.
Borne out of necessity. Borne out of frustration. Borne to
showcase, to spread the word. Borne to tell it like we see it and
not how they want it to be. Borne somewhere between Barcie
House and the Saltmarket. Borne to give you a gallery, to tell
your story, to show you why it doesn’t have to be like that.
Borne to make the world seem that little bit smaller, or in some
cases, that little bit better.
We are Borne.
Borne to begin.

Borne Magazine
Founders
Iain Nevill and Lindsay Lees
Editor in Chief and Creative Director
Iain Nevill
bornemagazine@gmail.com
Fashion Editor
Lindsay Lees
bornemagazine@gmail.com
Assistant to Iain Nevill and Lindsay Lees
Carrie Cat
Beauty Director
Ana Cruzalegui
Music Editor
Ian Macbeth
Contributors
Sam Mayer, John Kidd, John Ross, Fiona Best, Steven Rasmussen, Felicity Crawshaw,
Paul De Luna, Jannica Honey, Lorna McCaw, Paul Hampton, Alison McClellan, Christian
Bunyan
Thanks
Scottie, Johan “Vice Man” Gronberg, Andrew Losowsky, Ana, Andres Ottas,
Ryan “Technical Whizz” Thompson
Cover Image
Photography Paul de Luna, Hair and make up Ana Cruzalegui, Model Aneta Valentova @
Glamour, Associate Producer Brandon Booth
Borne Magazine is basically owned and run by Iain and Lindsay. If you want to advertise
with us, submit something or have anything on your mind worth sharing just contact one
of us at the email addresses above or the address below.
Send all music, writing, photos, whatever to:
Borne
Door 12,
20 Blackfriars Street,
Glasgow G1 1PE
Scotland
00 44 141 552 1092
All unsolicited material submitted for publication in Borne must be accompanied by a stamped addressed
envelope if it is to be returned. Borne does not accept any liability for material lost for any unsolicited material
whatsoever. The entire content is copywrite of Borne Magazine and cannot be reproduced in part or in whole
without written authorisation by us. So don’t even try it.
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Designer
pricks.
You think badges and you think
stonewash denim, working in TGIs
or peace signs on school kids’ Slipknot
bags, I know. Thankfully Prickie’s
to the rescue. Find thousands
(no, really, fucking thousands) of
badges featuring the illustrations of
countless arty types from across the
country at www.prickie.com.
Plugged in.
Walls looking a little bare? Not enough comedy in your
plug sockets? Well, thanks to French designer Adrien
Gardère plugging in general household appliances is
now a barrel of laughs. C’mon, plugging your laptop into
a cow’s arse is funny. ‘Nuf said. www.domestic.fr.
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Dolk (bottom) is just one of the artists
featured on POW’s (Pictures on Walls)
website – the best place to find limited
edition and short run prints of your favourite
street artists turned fine artists. Faile,
DFace, Aiko (below), Banksy and Micaleff
are all regulars.
Check this out.
Ye olde ring.
Forget the latest slim as a pancake, TV streaming,
photo taking, mp3 playing mother-computers
that call themselves mobiles these days.
We say break the trend – and your back – and
get yourself a true oldskool brick from the
‘bay. Ok, so you can’t watch TV on it – funny
coz we’re ok with that, owning, like, a TV. And
fair enough, you can’t store mp3s on it either,
but, again, after just spending this year’s wage
on this contraption that plays mp3s, (I believe
it’s called an mp3 player) – apparently all the
rage – we’re not too distressed. So, when your
mate’s watching the latest episode of Lost on
his gleaming slice of technology don’t be afraid
to unzip your rucksack, clear some space and
whip out your breezeblock with pride. Find a
selection of bricks on www.ebay.co.uk
McFly!!!!!!!!
Two brothers from Canada have started
something pretty big. McFly 2015 is a
movement to get Nike to release the
futuristic Nikes that Marty wore in Back
to the Future II. Already championed by
American rockers Whirlwind Heat, The
White Stripes’ new protégés, it’s only
a matter of time until Nike do the right
thing. Sign up to the
cause at
www.mcfly2015.com.

Make
yourself
comfortable.
Korean designers, Sdesignunit.com,
have created this sweet solution to tiny
cramped flats that combines all the furniture
you’d ever need into one Tetrisesque
ensemble. We love it. Although,
on their website it does seem to say it’s
made of cardboard and thinking about
it, that bed doesn’t seem too comfortable,
safe or wide for that matter... In fact,
it’s pretty dumb isn’t it? Yeah, who suggested
this shit anyway? Get this crap
out my magazine now!
This is a prototype of a new Alice in Wonderland Barbie.
Relive your youth and go buy it. Go on, you know you want
to. And then when your sister comes round you can tell
her she can look but can’t touch, have a fall out when she
does and scream how much you hate each other... Ahh,
good times.
Something
o’Clock.
If that whole big hand, small hand thing
is just too easy for you, why not pick up
one of these Shindoku watches from
TokyoFlash? A cryptic code of coloured
LEDs tells the time, even though with
one of these sitting on your wrist it’s safe
to say you’ll feel a good ten years in the
future. www.tokyoflash.com
You’re doing the weekly shop and
mindlessly browsing past oven chips,
ice cream and frozen peas when suddenly,
BAM, things just got interesting,
baby! Say hello to the top shelf material
of the freezer cabinet. Mr Brain,
we salute you for standing in the face
of all known marketing theory, brand
research and sheer common sense
and hawking a great big greener into
its eye.
OK, we’re going to give Foliage the benefit of the doubt
and say that they meant these baby hand soaps to be
cute, charming and slightly amusing, instead of scary,
disturbed and slightly cannibalistic. A bag of ‘hands’
can be bought for about ten dollars at foliage.myshopify.
com. A year of therapy can be bought for slightly more
at your nearest psychiatrist.
Wooden Tunes.
These tiny I-Dear speakers are just about 1
cubic inch in size and are made of wood. Yup,
as in from trees. They only manage to pipe out
about 1.5 watts per channel so you may get
more sound sticking a twig in the headfone
jack but, hey, they look cool. Find them on
www.earlyadopter.co.kr where they cost about
41,200 Korean won, which is about 45 US dollars,
which is about 22 British pounds. Which is
about ten Scoobie snacks.
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Looking for bats with Jim.
Steven’s photos don’t look like photography. That’s why
we like them. His latest collection, Looking for bats with
Jim, reminds us of the photos we took when we first
picked up a camera and just pointed it at things we liked.
We spoke to him about, well, his dog and his dislike of
seafood.
Borne - Hi, Steven, ok, first things
first, we all just want to know about
the name. Sorry, but we do.
Steven - Bats? Well, um, Jim said
there were bats in his garden and
they’d swoop down really really
fast so we spent most of the night
looking for them with torches. We
never saw any though.
B - The entire collection’s shot in
Jim’s garden, right?
S - Yeah, and in the house too.
There are some pictures in the
house.
B - You seem to really document
a night perfectly. You come away
feeling like you’ve a whole new set
of memories rather than having
seen a photography collection.
S - Hmm, Jake was there too.
B - Who’s Jake?
S - My dog, we took him too.
B - Didn’t they mind?
S - No, he’s a good dog. It’s ok.
B - Will you see the family again?
S - Yes. But I don’t like seafood.
Yeeuucchh.
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B - Why, is that what they were
having?
S - Yeah.
B - Next time take your own
packed lunch? Why not?
S - I had a choc ice as well.
B - Oh, well, that made up for
it, no?
S - Hm.
B - Why don’t you use an expensive
camera?
S - I just use what they have. If they
have a really expensive one, I’ll use
that, but even if they don’t have an
expensive one, I’d use it. It doesn’t
really matter.
B - You use the family’s camera?
S - Yeah.
B - That’s petty cool. So, um,
what’s next?
S - Donno. More photos. More
families and stuff. Want to watch
Scoobie Doo? It’s on now.
B - Yeah, sure, why not?
Urban Amusement aren’t huge over here. True. Urban Amusement aren’t really a household
name. True. In fact, if you were looking to buy a piece of their effortless Californian
style you’d need to do a little bit of pavement pounding or internet searching. But their new
Autumn Winter collection explores “Peaceful Military” in a multitude of wardrobe staples
that you shouldn’t have to live without. Make the effort. Seek out their bird logo today.
www.modernamusement.com
It’s a testament to good coffee that NY designer
Clinton Van Germert came up with the idea for
HeadHoods while sipping a surprisingly good
cup in his local Brooklyn diner. Clinton realised
“what an unutilised piece of fabric” the average
hood was and went about sourcing the right faces
from old postcards, magazines and catalogues
to screen print onto these blank canvases. Now
three years on, his apartment has become a one
man factory and we’re lucky enough to have the
fruit of his labour keeping our heads warm and
dos from going fuzzy in the coolest possible way.
Currently only available online each HeadHood
is printed on American Apparel sweatshirts and
hoodies. Go to www.headhoods.com and pray it
rains.

The usual intro about Pop Art and music being close cousins is just too easy especially when this
new company’s actually called It’sPopIt’sArt. So, instead, I’ll basically just tell you that these guys
have hit on something so God-damned simple you can’t believe it’s not been done before - but I
guess all the good ideas make you feel a little like that. It’sPopIt’sArt simply print out great lyrics in
bright in-your-face fonts and we love it. Their current catalogue features everyone from John Lennon
to Lily Allen to The Rolling Stones and each limited edition print seems to retail at about 150
quid so you should find something to suit your taste. If not, though, and if you were lucky enough to
find a bar of gold down the side of the settee then they’ve even got a bespoke service with which
you can get your most obscure lyrics pressed onto canvas. But if, on the other hand, you’re a poor
then you can dip into their online store which sells mugs, T-shirts, badges and the like for just a few
shillings. See? Something for everyone. Visit itspopitsart.com and get some music in your life.
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This 23 year old womenswear designer has
showcased at Glasgow Fashion Week, is
shortlisted for this year’s 1999 Design Medal
and is also stocked in Fifi and Ally. Not a bad
way to begin. We wanted to get to know
her a bit better.
Dieny Itoe
Right now I am wearing... the old cliché: a mixture of vintage and high street.
My studio space is... a jolly good bargain. I'm currently working from a wonderfully spacious studio on James Morrison St. The space was
gifted to me by the generous gents at GrovesRainesArchitectureStudio for the interim period until their tenants move in.
The inspiration for my latest collection was... the beautifully fantastical worlds illustrated by Arthur Rackham for the tales of Rip Van Winkle,
Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, A Midsummer Night's Dream and the ultimate tale of escapism, Alice in Wonderland; Edmund Dulac's
illustrations for the Arabian Nights tales, The Rubaiyat and Sinbad the Sailor for their warmth and richness.
This collection is different to my other work because... it's where childish quirk met grown-up luxury.
When I design I am designing for... women with an appreciation of the construction, finish and fabric choice of a garment.
The reason I am Glasgow based is... because Glasgow is a vibrant and creative city, a big pull after my schooling in a small, beautiful and
somewhat restrictive highland town of 4 thousand.
The process for creating my collection is... lots of invaluable and illuminating research and design, a good whack of backbreaking pattern
cutting and the best bit of all, watching it all come together in my hands.
The music I listen to whilst I work is... Aim, Serge Gainsbourg, M.I.A., The Nextmen, Sol Seppy, CSS, Joanna Newsom, The Knife...
Anything goes when all is well. Manu Chao and Yann Tiersen serve as pick-me-ups when things get crazy and audio books and Radio4
are perfect accompaniment for monotonous work. I'll also be revisiting Bjork following her amazing performance at Connect.
When someone wears one of my pieces they feel... they've spent their money wisely! I want the women who wear my clothes to feel
feminine, strong and beautiful. I want the garments to help the wearer express themselves and exude confidence.
The fashion scene in Glasgow is... going from strength to strength.
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You may not have heard of KesselsKramer but you’ve
probably seen their work at some point in your life.
They’re an advertising agency based in Amsterdam
and for years have been creating weird and wonderful
campaigns for Diesel, Heineken and The Hans
Brinker Budget Hotel. But they also like doing stuff
just because they can and do is a brand they created
to give that extra creativity an outlet. Last year they
collected a whole host of weird and wonderful ideas
and put them in a book called One hundred and one
things to do and we’ve been given the exclusive shots
of Jennifer Skupin’s plastic bag rain hat. Yep, it’s a
bag that wants to begin life as a fashion accessory.
These polly bags are printed with instructions that can
turn them into your very own rain cap. So, when you’re
done carrying stuff, you can simply “Cut out, stick on
head, tie, stay dry. The street is now a catwalk. But
with puddles.” Recycling has never looked this good.
One hundred and one things to do is available from
www.bispublishers.nl for €39.
Photography Diana Scherer
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Bienvenido a Miami!
SCPF is a big deal in Barcelona. It’s an
advertising agency that doesn’t want to be an
advertising agency. Now that it’s opened its Miami
office it’s got a lot to prove. SCPF Solutions
may be the answer.
On the 12th of February, 1996, four of Spain’s most creative names in ad land started out on their own with no office, no computers, no paper and no pens. What they
did have was a ridiculous amount of belief, determination and a concept they called ‘mixing’. Mixing means throwing out the rule book of how an agency - or any
creative company for that matter - should work and rewriting it. In fact, not writing it at all. Mixing meant there were no departmental divides. Mixing asked why should
they only employ Spaniards? Why not Americans, Swedes, Scots or Iraqis? And why only advertisers? If creativity is the ultimate goal why not hire artists, musicians,
illustrators and animators? It wasn’t long until they built a small hut in the centre of their open plan warehouse of an office and gave the space to various creative types
in need of a studio or resources to do with what they pleased. It was this almost naive notion that made them one of Spain’s biggest and most creatively respected
agencies within 5 years, responsible for global clients such as BMW, Mini, IKEA and Vodafone.
But now comes the crux. Last year they opened an office in Miami. Well, it wasn’t so much an office as a broom cupboard with a fax and a phone. The pressure was on
to get some big clients in the US and show what they could do to a far bigger audience. But if there’s one thing that SCPF can do well it’s self promotion. They had already
created Santo Caos, the patron saint you pray to when you can’t think of an idea - a two meter high installation by artist Flavio Morais who dominated the corner
of the Barcelona office and made regular trips through the city much to the bemusement of, well, everyone. And then there was the mock-documentary that aired on
national TV where neighbours and council officials speculated on the odd goings on in that big black building every day. Almost every month there’s the SCPF t-shirt
competition and their breezeblock of a book documenting the life and times of the agency was exhibited across Europe. Blowing their own horn comes pretty naturally.
Breaking America was just another great excuse to flex some more creative muscle and has brought us SCPF Solutions; their collection of “high and low tech” ideas
that will solve America’s most pressing problems. From the spiralling gun problem (simply use pillows) to persistent pimples (get the stickers out) SCPF have the answer.
It’s all complete nonsense but that’s what’s so great. The fact that they’ve taken it this far for no real reason than to make you smile is what got them this far and
they, no doubt, have a few more tricks up their sleeve for Miami’s Ocean Drive Magazine and the Subway sandwiches chain, just two of the big names their unique
brand of irreverence has attracted in the US. Check out more of the madness at www.scpfsolutions.com. Hopefully they’re working on the crap beer problem as we
speak.

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You know sometimes when you just want lovely
things to wear that feel nice and look, well, lovely?
Well, these are them. Mine is a label this’s cool but
girlie and has that vintage feel while also being
modern and quirky thanks to the little details. In
reference to her studies as a fine artist, designer
Katherine Pont peppers the collection with nostalgic
hand drawn prints, cross-stitch and embroidery.
Mine’s latest offering is a nautical inspired collection
named Damsel in this Dress - think less Pirates of
the Caribbean and more dressing up box at sea.
Already popular with the likes of Dita Von Teese,
Natasha Khan, of Bat for Lashes and folk singer
Alela Diane, you can tell this label has some old
fashion charm. Find more or Mine at www.mine.
uk.com.
We love it.
Damsel in this Dress
Why Cello lady of the seas,
Skirt swaying full about your knees
Umbrella once poised to the sky
Now floats like a boat in tears of why,
… & how and when, the storm began,
A fiction every girl has wrote herself in.
Where does tangled plait
… and knotted rope begin?
Oh, Damsel in this dress.

Photography Makin Jan Ma

How did Pio Abad end up
in Glasgow? Well, he looked
for the furthest spot of
English speaking land
from his native Philippines
and we were lucky enough to be it.
Actually, if you want to get all anal about
it, he should have ended up in middle
America somewhere but really, who
would? Pio’s just finished his four years
at the Glasgow School of Art and walked
into a whole lotta interest over his unique
style. Although Pio describes himself as
a sculptor as much as a painter, it’s his
intricate work on paper that we wanted
to show you. Like most artists, drawing
is something he simply couldn’t live
without and this series juxtaposing
one image, style or character with
another is typical of the way his mind
works.
Inside the head of Pio Abad.
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With his new Glasgow studio and itching
to get started on something new for 2008,
it’s safe to say Pio’s career has well and
truly begun. Contact the man himself at
pio_a@yahoo.com.

grotesque orifice
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Eilidh Weir has been drawing ever since she can remember and has no plans to stop.
Thank God. She’s from a little town called Buchlyvie which I’m sure just got electricity last
year but is now fresh out of her degree at the Glasgow School of Art and about to begin
her life as a freelance illustrator. She says her style comes from an almost obsessive compulsive
habit of “drawing something again and again and again” and then seeing where
she ends up. So far it’s been a pretty good place indeed. See more at www.eilidhweir.com.

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The Interview.
Borne: Where abouts you from...?
Eilidh: A wee village called Buchlyvie in the sprawling countryside of the
Trossachs. There’s only about 4 streets in it but plenty of countryside to
enjoy.
B: So, how long have you lived in Glasgow?
E: Four and a half years, I was desperate to leave home and moved to
Glasgow as soon as I could.
B: What made you go to the GSA?
E: Since I was a toddler I was left to sit under tables in my mum’s pottery
workshop drawing pictures and it was pretty much assumed by all that I
would go to art school. I became aware of GSA’s reputation from the age
of about 14 and made it my goal from then to get in.
B: How come you didn’t study down south or abroad…?
E: I like the idea of home-grown talent, and I had always loved Glasgow,
so didn’t feel the need to go anywhere else.
B: Were you ever going to become a tree surgeon or something random?
E: For a brief spell at the age of 3 I was thinking about hairdressing, after
that it has been a variety of art related subjects, interior designer, painter,
jeweller, until I realised what illustration was and settled with that.
B: What are your plans for the future? A big one, I know.
E: Well apart from the possibility of a masters, I’d like to get involved in
some teaching or tutoring but not full time and not in schools – there are
too many rules and requirements in high and primary school education.
But in the end I would be quite happy with a nice quiet life in the country
funded by freelance illustration.
B: Favourite colour…?
E: Red… and yellow… and blue. They make all the other colours so I
suppose I like ‘em all!
B: Ok, so what inspires you?
E: Icky things, silly photos, fat neds in neon velour tracksuits, Bukowski,
food, Glasgow tenements… but mostly people and bodies in general.
B: Who do you most admire as an artist or illustrator?
E: I’m a big fan of David Shrigley’s work mostly because it makes me pee
myself laughing, I think funny art is important. Also Egon Schiele, I love
the slightly distorted bodies and underlying sinister feel to his paintings.
B: Where do you like working?
E: I’m not sure anymore, I got a lot out of the studio set up at GSA and
didn’t tend to work much at home… I would like to work outside more, but
I don’t like strangers watching, or the cold, or sitting on cold steps so that
pretty much rules that out!
B: Are you planning any more exhibitions?
E: No exhibitions in particular but expect some work on feet! It might end
up in a gallery somewhere.
B: What do you feel about the current illustrative scene in Scotland (or
the UK for that matter)? Is there one? Are there trends?
E: Because illustrators are mainly freelance and doing all kinds of different
things there doesn’t seem to be much of a ‘community’, but you do
tend to notice trends. I noticed a lot of similar drawing styles when I was
at the D&AD exhibition in London in June which were very obvious within
the same schools sometimes. I suppose it’s kind of unavoidable but I get
annoyed when people are recreating “fashionable” styles.
B: Is illustrating a passion, a necessity or something more akin to a
drug? How do you feel when you work?
E: Definitely a passion, I just get a real kick out of drawing, each one is
a mystery until it’s done – even if it’s planned, then when they come out
funny or a bit gross it spurs me on to do more. If I’m having a bad patch
and nothing comes out right it really gets to me.
B: What do you do when nothing seems to work or inspire you?
E: Go in the huff! Literally, sometimes it can stop me for a couple of
weeks.
B: Do you listen to music when you work?
E: Always. I think it helps me concentrate. I listen to anything from Tool to
Regina Spektor to The Pogues.
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OUR MAN
Sam
IN
POLAND
Our intrepid traveller, Sam Mayer, finds himself in Poland. Why? Your guess is as good as ours.
Prior to this trip, my thoughts of sleeper trains were dominated
by my parents’ stories of their twice-annual overnight
trip from Paris to Perpignan - stories filled with adjectives
like “blissful” and “serene”. Why, then, should I
have worried about choosing this mode of transport for
my trip from Prague to Krakow? Having heard the latter
was one of Eastern Europe’s most well-preserved cities
(thanks, surprisingly, to the Red Army) I wanted to visit
and thought there was a certain ‘old-European’ romance
in travelling by sleeper to get there. Little did I know the
Czech version of my parents’ tour de comfort would involve
nine gruelling hours trapped in a relic of Communist
prisoner transportation. I would say it was as good as flying,
only without the free alcohol (alkohole in Polish), movies,
stewardesses or relative sanitation. My cabin slept—
and I mean this in the lightest sense of the word—six but
I was lucky enough only to share with three others. The
first, a Chinese man with enough Zloties in his wallet to
choke a dozen donkskis, was relatively quiet. The second,
a grumpy, stubbly old Polish lady, wider than she was
tall, chose to snore for eight of the nine hours we spent
together (I feel after 4 hours it became a conscious decision).
My final companion for the evening interspersed
his snores with casual and sinister slicing of a seemingly
endless Kielbasa with a knife Crocodile Dundee would
have been proud of. I started to imagine him explaining
both this Kielbasa (sitting unwrapped in his coat pocket
whilst he slept) and the knife (which never left his hand,
making me wonder if he was in fact sleeping) to the security
guards I had endured at Heathrow airport who took a
surprising interest in even my empty hipflask.
A few hours into the trip we arrived at the border. I noticed
a Polish work visa in Kielbasa-man’s passport, only because
a heavily armed soldier scrutinised his paperwork
more than he had done mine. I thought nothing of it at the
time, until I awoke (this implies I managed to sleep on
the leather-covered wooden plank they called a bed) to
see two sketchy Poles, who must have boarded our traincar
after the border, whispering outside our cabin. One
said something definitive; the other nodded and started
to open our cabin door, carefully and quietly, not noticing
my stare from the top bunk. He had a determined look
in his eye. Only once he was fully inside the cabin did
he notice my ‘hard man’ (read: confused-turned-scared)
stare from the top bunk. At this point he scampered back
out into the corridor. I recognised the look on his face - it
was the same look I had after my mum thwarted my attempt
to transport Campari in a Lucozade bottle to Ian
Imlah’s 12th birthday party. Surely, given his apparent
embarrassment, that would be the last we would see of
them. Apparently not. Five minutes later the same sketchy
man re-entered our cabin looking even more determined.
He was staring intently at Kielbasa-man who occupied
the bunk below and opposite my own. A thousand possible
scenarios ran through my mind; was this man’s Polish
work-visa merely a front? Was I bunking down with a
member of some Eastern European mafia? Would I witness
a hit? Once more I put on my best hard-man stare,
only this time accompanied it with a clearing of my throat
- deliberately lacking subtlety - and off he ran again. We
did not see them again; either my stare was intimidating
enough or, more likely, they were easily-scared

petty thieves, confused by the possibility that someone
might actually not be able to sleep in these conditions. It
was strangely comforting, though, that the old Polish lady
snored through the entire ordeal. Having not slept since
the attempted hit, I took a cab to my hostel. I arrived at
the front desk to find that the e-mail reservation I’d made
earlier in the week was non-existent and that there was a
four hour wait for a room. I promptly offered the vaguely
attractive woman behind the desk a few more Zloties to
remedy the situation, which worked more easily that I had
hoped, and at last I could sleep. My tiredness distracted
me from the fact that the room was barely worth the three
pounds a night I paid, and that perhaps I could stretch to
five or even ten. It did, however, have free refrigeration -
the snow on the window sill kept my five bottles of Zyweic
(a local brew which I recognised from the varied menu at
Bier Halle Republic in Glasgow) nicely chilled.
After a good sleep I ventured out for some Polish grub.
I found as authentic-looking a place as I could and sat
down to feast - food, amongst most other things, was so
cheap in this country. Everything was going well - homemade
bread, capers, pates and salted meats - until I
tucked into the pickled herring. It felt like I had consumed
my recommended salt intake for the year from that one
wee plate. Still, I wanted to give it a chance, after all, I
had enjoyed everything else, and I always finish the food
on my plate. I passed the alluring Daddy’s Billiards on
the way home and was tempted to try my hand against
some locals, but too much pickled herring and the hostel
beckoned. As I approached my room, something definitely
wasn’t right. I then proceeded to spend the next
six hours ridding myself of the food poisoning I can only
assume came from the 14lb of fish-flavoured salt I had
consumed earlier.
Perspiring, still fragile, and on an empty, empty stomach,
I ventured out the next morning to the town Cathedral.
The nuns who accosted me for wearing a hat inside the
building and for taking photos clearly didn’t appreciate
my condition. Having found no salvation there, I took a
bus to the oldest and most abundant salt mines in Europe.
Only realising when we arrived that I’d be surrounded by
the substance that was largely responsible for my cur-
rent condition, I was pleasantly surprised by the neutral
smell, and followed our chirpy tour-guide three kilometres
underground. The mines closed just six years ago and
already make more money from tourism than they previously
made profit on salt. Apparently the miners were
extremely religious and about one eighth of the thousands
of caverns were temples of sorts. Life size wallcarvings
and sculptures surrounded us, each masterfully
hand-carved from the salt. Jesus, Copernicus and a few
Popes all made appearances. Our guide, an attractive
and powerful looking woman - think Miss Poland competing
at Olympic javelin - promptly joked that we were
allowed to lick the walls but not her. I looked around at
the older couples on the tour, the men obviously relishing
this thought and the women obviously not, and chuckled
to myself as we continued through what looked more and
more like an Indiana Jones set. On the ride back into
town, the mini-bus driver was singing along to a Polish
rendition of Ain’t No Sunshine in a voice that was much
higher than it should have been for a man of his mass. I
found myself joining in but stopped as he caught my eye
in his rear-view mirror.
For dinner that night I stuck to what I knew after the previous
day’s culinary debacle and the remainder of my
trip was relatively subdued. I saw Wawel Castle, the old
town square and much of the beautiful architecture in the
centre of town that had survived the Nazis. Their contrast
to the post-war Communist-built monstrosities on the
outskirts on the town centre, angular and concrete, was
striking.
The train-ride back to Prague was a little more relaxing
than the first leg of this unforgettable journey. I sat at the
window watching abandoned nuclear power stations go
by and made good use of the ingenious bottle opener
that appeared to come built into the tables as standard.
Who says Communism was all bad?
Take Care,
“WAS I ‘BUNKING DOWN’ WITH A MEMBER
OF SOME CENTRAL EUROPEAN
MAFIA?” BORNE
Sam.
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Dress (£232) Alice McCall @ Urban Outfitters Necklace (£186) Fifi and Ally

hurrah, hurrah
Photography Mr Horse Styling Little Rabbit
Shirt (£55) and waistcoat (£60) both All Saints Brooch V V Rouleaux

Waistcoat (£70), Necklace (£50) both All Saints

Printed top (£50) All Saints

Polo shirt (£38) Lyle and Scott Vintage @ Urban Outfitters Scarf (£40) All Saints

Hoodie (£69) Insightfiftyone @ Urban Outfitters

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Jacket (£120) Diesel @ USC

Black on Black
Photography Paul Hampton
Styling Lindsay Lees

Make up Alison McClellan Model Aiobhan @ Superior Model Management
Jacket and skirt throughout by Cyber Alternative Clothing

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LONDON
CALLING
We took a trip to St Martin’s College London to see if anything cool was going on. It was. Lorna McCaw had just finished her post grad in
printed textiles and was about to begin her first job in the slit-your-throat-stab-you-in-the-eyeball-darling world of fashion. This is her collection.
All in all, a pretty good trip. Lorna’s currently working for Alberta Ferretti in her private fortress of fashion just outside Milan where
she has a small flat by the beach.

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YEAH,
YEAH,
YEAH.

Photographed in St Martin’s College by Lorna McCaw. Model Lindsay Lees @ Superior Model Management. Ok, so, now you know.
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EDGE OF BEAUTY
Photgraphy Paul de Luna

Photography Paul de Luna
Make up & hair Ana Cruzalegui using MAC Pro & L’Oreal Professional Techni Art
Model Aneta Valentova @ Glamour
Associate Producer Brandon Booth

By Ana Cruzalegui.
Anni s gonna
beat your face.
The days of random sun and half microwaved ready meal warmth are now
behind us, let’s hear it for windier chilled nights and days with a bite that’ll
make you wish you were head to toe latex. There is no better time of year than
now to start tending to those lovely faces of yours and here are some things to
get it started...
1. Boys get your hands on this Shaving Oil from Neal’s Yard, with its pure organic essential
oils it will leave your faces cool, calmed, and touchably soft. £5.00 Woodland Herbs www.
woodlandherbs.co.uk
2. I came across this Weleda product while working the Armani show at London Fashion Week. Loaded with
organic Pansy, Chamomile and Calendula extracts it will moisturize even the driest of skin and help protect against
the cold Scottish climate. Weleda Skin Food £5.20 Woodland Herbs www.woodlandherbs.co.uk
3. With a classic rose scent, I like to call it “modern granny”, give those faces a wash with Weleda Wild Rose Cleansing
Lotion. Sure to be a success at your next bingo gathering. £6.75 Woodland Herbs www.woodlandherbs.co.uk
4. For those of you that would rather leave a facial imprint on your pillow than have the chore of taking off
that tedious mascara and liner, now you have no excuse! Oxygen infused Crealine H20 cleanser is one of
the best makeup removers out there and sure to become a favourite. Available in Parisian pharmacies or
buy online through www.leguidesante.co.uk £6.69 500ml
I get around…
I had the pleasure of working backstage at the Connect festival last month making use of my
makeup arteest skills. I beat the faces of M.I.A., Sons and Daughters, Polyphonic Spree, and
Emma Pollock. Lots of rain, plenty of mud, but lets face it kids it wouldn’t be a festival without it!
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Mother and the Addicts
Science Fiction Illustrated
(Chemikal Underground)
Tunes.
Having not rated their 2005 debut, it was without much eagerness that I slid the latest album from the Glasgowbased
foursome into the CD player, but I needn’t have feared: Science Fiction Illustrated, their much improved
sophomore offering, is actually alright. ‘Watch the Lines’ was a genuinely danceable ACR-style white funk workout
that wouldn’t have sounded misplaced on !!!’s recent ‘Myth Takes’ LP, complete with its terrific, acid houseinspired
keyboard parts and Happy Mondays guitar lines. Likewise, ‘Are Others’ is a surprisingly convincing tilt at
disco that manages to join the dots between Blondie and Franz Ferdinand, while ‘Roll Me on Over’ almost (but not
quite) realises its dream of Bryan Ferry fronting the young REM.
On the other hand ‘So Tough’ quickly lapses into a kind of sub-Libertines plod; ‘What Were the Reasons’ is an admirably raw but ultimately forgettable
spurt of mod spunk, and closer ‘The Wild’ sees the band trying a vaguely bluesy ballad on for size but it’s not a look that particularly flatters them. This
isn’t an earth-shattering album by any means, but neither is it a poor one and when they play to their strengths.
The Royal We
The Royal We
(Geographic)
Given The Royal We’s decision to disband several
months ago, it’s hard to shake the air of regret
around this, their long-awaited and almost posthumous
(the group are sticking together for a clutch of
say hello/wave goodbye farewell dates) debut album.
What should’ve been the brilliant, whipsmart declaration
of intent of Glasgow’s brightest new band ends
up being their brilliant, whipsmart swansong instead.
An apt epitaph too to a band whose time together
might conceivably have been missed by the blinking
set: a fun-size ‘long’ player that despatches its 8
songs in twenty fleeting minutes of gloriously odd
pop. Though there are traces of forebears in their
sound (the artful eccentricity of Fire Engines or The
Yummy Fur, tempered by the effortless pop ken of
Orange Juice) The Royal We sound like nothing so
much as themselves. With its rollercoaster-climb
intro, hip-shaking guitar riff, handclaps, and girlgroup
“ooh ooh-ah”s, ‘All The Rage’ is The We at the peak
of their powers, though the sullen stomp of “Three is
a Crowd” and the frankly irresistible (and demonstrably
disingenuous) “I Hate Rock n Roll” run it pretty
close. Ah, they’ll be missed something terrible, so
they will.
Compiled and reviewed by Ian Macbeth.
V/A
Sci-Fi-Lo-Fi Vol 1 compiled by Andrew Weatherall
(Soma)
Admirers of Andy Weatherall who’ve been unimpressed by the
great man’s recent descent into mid-life-crisis-induced self-parody
might not be overjoyed by the sight on the horizon of this - a
mix album of songs that inspired Two Lone Swordsmen’s recent
foray into flaccid dance-rock pointlessness. But despite the
press release puzzlingly boasting of this being “mixed entirely
on vinyl”, there isn’t much mixing to be had here (plenty of old
school vinyl crackle though). Instead we get plenty of greaseball
rumble from the fabulously named likes of Hipbone Slim & the
Knee Tremblers, and Tav Falco’s Panther Burns.
There’s really too much greatness spread across these 19 tracks to do justice to any of them in a mere
200 words, but Charlie Feather’s almost insanely funky ‘Jungle Fever’ calls for special mention, as does
‘I Blood Brother Be’ by Shockheaded Peters, while the likes of The Cramps, The Fall and The Milkshakes
can always be counted on at this kind of R&R smack down. All in, this is rather like a little brother to
Sonic Boom’s essential ‘Space Lines’ compilation, and the perfect music to have on when you feel like
pretending to be a character in a Quentin Tarantino movie. And if that won’t part you from a tenner, lord
knows what will.
Pylon
Gyrate Plus
(DFA)
Another timely-as-you-like post-punk reissue, this time from
Pylon of Athens, Georgia, who despite being contemporaries
of the B-52s and inspirations to REM (who covered Pylon’s
‘Crazy’ on their Dead Letter Office LP), failed to emulate the
crossover success of their fellow Athenians, perhaps because
they lacked the former’s eye-catching retro-sci-fi schtick, or the
latter’s eagerness to adapt to the hollow, pompous dynamics of the then emerging stadium rock paradigm.
Nearly thirty years on however, those impeccably discriminating taste-makers at DFA records - passing
over that regrettable Prinzhorn Dance School debaucle - are seeking to right that wrong with this reissue of
the band’s excellent debut album ‘Gyrate’, plus the 10” 45 RPM EP.
The keys to Pylon’s successes are repetition and intensity as Michael Lachowski’s punchy, chewy basslines
and Curtis Crowe’s direct, unfussy drumming lay down the foundation grooves for Randy Bewley’s jittery,
spidery, disco and rockabilly influenced guitar lines and, perhaps most strikingly off all, Vanessa Briscoe’s
dramatic, aggressive vocals. Her combination of feral sneer, skirl and vocal tics on ‘Dub’ renders the potentially
innocuous lyric “I’m redoubling efforts” a demented battle mantra. An acquired taste perhaps, but
fans of Gang of Four, Pop Group, Au Pairs, et al will find nothing to fear and much to enjoy within Gyrate’s
grooves.

Emma Pollock.
Words Ian Macbeth
Illustration Hellovon
On the eve of the release of her debut solo LP, Watch the
Fireworks, Emma Pollock can rest assured that whether
or not this new album enjoys the success it deserves, as
former frontwoman of The Delgados, her place in Glasgow
rock folklore is already secure. The Delgados were less
a band as much as a Scottish institution (though what a
band: the favourite-band-who-weren’t-The-Fall of no lesser
an authority on such matters than the late John Peel).
As well as putting out five albums of increasingly ornate
and ambitious indie rock, albums that drew comparisons
with the psychedelic chamber pop of Mercury Rev and
The Flaming Lips, The Delgados also found time to run
Chemikal Underground records, the label that made them
the non-evil Medicis to the great 1990s Glasgow indie
renaissance. Now, two years after the band decided to
split, Emma is ready to open the second act of her career,
a prospect she appears to relish; she recently appeared,
unannounced, at the Connect festival, opening the second
stage on Saturday.
“It came completely out of the blue actually,”
she explains over a lemonade in Mono a few days later. “I
was going to go to Connect anyway to see Aereogramme
and then I got a call on Friday afternoon saying ‘Do you
want to play Connect?’ They had an empty slot at 12:05,
opening stage two, so I did it and it was great, it was really,
really good.”
How was it playing that early in the day? It
must be a few years since The Delgados opened the
second stage.
“Yeah, but I am starting again and I do have
to accept that. Just because I was in Delgados and we got
pretty well known, doesn’t mean the transition from that to
what I’m doing now is going to be that quick, or going to
be that easy. It’s going to take a while.”
How do you feel more generally about being a
solo artist after so many years as part of a group? Do you
feel more exposed as an artist, as a songwriter?
“Yeah, yeah, absolutely, because it’s not part
She may have already been and done it all but
Emma Pollock’s not done yet. Ian talks to Emma
about her new album and singing on stage
without a band.
of a band, I’m not sharing that whole experience good or
bad with anyone else now. I do have to take on whatever
comes my way on my own now, which is fairly daunting but
at the same time pretty exhilarating. It’s funny, when you
do decide to become a solo artist you do go through the
thought of ‘Well, what is the difference between the appeal
of a band and the appeal of a solo artist?’, because there
is a different appeal. To be a fan of a band is to be a fan of
something that is almost bigger than the sum of its parts,
to be a fan of a solo artist… the relationship is different.
You’re a fan of the individual person almost as much as the
music, or the image that that person chooses to portray.”
Did you consider forming a new group instead
of going down the solo road?
“Not really, because I wanted to take it tiny
steps at a time; I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
I mean, it’s a hell of a thing to come out of a band that’s
been established for so long and then try to form a new
band: how could you do that? Coming out of a situation
where we were all so close, living in each other’s pockets,
running Chemikal Underground together, I didn’t feel that
I wanted to try to emulate any of those relationships with
new people. I just didn’t feel I could do that; it would’ve
been a constant comparison, and probably secondary in
terms of satisfaction to what I’d known. But, who knows?
I do like being part of a band, as a solo artist the focus is
all on you, so it is a bit odd and I’m still getting used to it.
Practically, there’s more to do but it’s very much more my
album, my project, so that’s fun. It’s fun to have something
which is so acutely personal, whereas Delgados was a
representation of a group of people. I would never really
have said that the artwork was specifically my design, or
specifically representative of me as an individual.”
You get the sense that presentation is important
to Pollock; the sleeves of Watch the Fireworks and
current single ‘Acid Test’ feature striking portraits of her
and it’s the kind of attention to detail that she feels might
be getting left behind by the bands of Generation Web 2.0.
“When Arab Strap sent in their first demo, it
was a beautiful cassette with a handmade cassette cover
made by Aiden (Moffat) who was, and remains an anal
bastard when it comes to artwork, so that was amazing
‘cos Alan (Woodward, of the Delgados) spotted it, thought
the artwork was really fascinating, played the music and
WOW! That experience told us more about Aiden than a
simple MySpace ever could’ve. It told us that they were as
concerned about how they were presented as they were
about the music they made, which was very much a lot of
Arab Strap. I miss that; I miss the tangible element.”
The talk of Chemikal Underground begs
the question why Emma decided to release Watch the
Fireworks through 4AD rather than through the label she
co-founded and still runs (“I’m out of the office a lot at the
moment, but I still keep a hand in; I still go in as much as I
can to keep abreast of what’s happening”) with her former
bandmates.
“When the band finished, if I wanted to make
a record it would’ve meant turning around to my ex-band
members and saying ‘We’re putting out my solo record’
and that would’ve felt very odd, it would’ve been very uncomfortable
at that time. Now we’re two years on, maybe it
would be a lot easier now. But at the time, I just wanted a
fresh start, a fresh perspective.”
Though Chemikal Underground may be her first home,
4AD seems a good fit for Pollock’s solo career: “I’m really
delighted to be on 4AD, it’s a bit of a dream come true. A
lot of the bands I grew up with were on 4AD, a lot of the
American college stuff, a lot of fantastic female artists as
well, because a lot of 4AD’s roster is the female voice,
that’s a large part of what they do. It’s my ideal choice
actually.”
And are you happy with the album itself?
“Oh yes I’m delighted with it, absolutely,” she beams, as
well she might.
Emma Pollock’s Watch the Fireworks is out now on 4AD;
Emma will be supporting King Creosote around the country
on his upcoming national tour.
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Who is this girl? Why does she keep sending us her column? Sure,
we laughed. Out loud. But we felt really bad afterwards, honest.
Brace yourselves, guys, it doesn’t get much more shallow than this.
If video killed the radio star then Silent Disco killed
the pointless dancefloor niceties. Ok, so we know it’s
been doing the rounds at festivals all summer but I
found myself in Bamboo en face a sea of headphone
wearing clubbing massive (wireless OBVIOUSLY,
don’t be blonde - you have to think carefully about
bamboozling health and safety procedures in today’s
hedonistic society). The room was seamlessly bopping
to two differing channels and styles of music
through their headpieces. Thankfully the danger of
an eye-wateringly-tight-jean-wearing young indie boy
making a move was eliminated. I was busy with the
music baby. “SORRY WHAT WAS THAT YOU WERE
SAYING??!!”
I am so VERY weary of the assault on my eyes that is
Boys Wearing Tight Jeans, especially teamed with a
requisite All Saints leather jacket – it’s like a flaming
Danny Zuko appreciation society! Your average boy
in Scotland is 5 foot nada and looks like a malnourished
young Rod Stewart flashing their white, skinny
protruding lower backs in the offending article. Most
unattractive. Johnny Borrell easily carries the look
off on the cover of Vogue but he’s piping hot and a
rock star in a guitar thrusting indie band, not a Russell
Brand wannabe with matted hair and a broad
Milngavie accent, sigh. Due to the complete lack
of Scottish talent I zipped off to Marbella to join the
Eurotrash for a few days to recharge. After indulging
in a spot of topless frisbee I flopped onto my vastly
overpriced daybed on Nikki beach (£100 a DAY for
God’s sake) and surveyed the somewhat stocious
nouveau riche crowd.
Oh, look, it’s Michelle Scott Lee and Bianca Gasgoine
squeezed into small bikinis (ewww) and fully
made up… On a BEACH? To finish this dreadfully
beefy sight off was the mandatory cowboy hats and
necklaces. Oink oink. The men were not much better;
loudly embossed Gucci shorts and an alarming
number of Speedo’s on the over 60’s, but the gentlemen
do get exactly what they pay for in Marbella be
it eastern European human traffic or oysters that have
had an epidural. The general war cry was one of
Champagne, please, more Champagne!
Boo, you whore.
Back on familiar soil, my flaky breakfast croissant
was ruined when I read that the fresh faced beauty
and modern day suffragette that is Jordan piped up
recently to declare that when she has her puppies
augmented again, she might also have her vagina
tightened… mmmh… pleasant... To be fair it might be
a little roomy after 3 children. Surely a marketing opportunity
for NCP if left intact though? Whilst we hover
in a pungent region, Miss Katie Price has also now
assaulted our senses with a fragrance, ‘Stunning’,
along with every other female celebrity wannabe
perfumer this summer. Her press shots to go with
the aroma are ridiculous. She resembles a Disney
princess guest starring in Trainspotting. She is in a
predictable Barbie-style dress, but the Ronseal tan
and ned like bleach job combined with her extreme
thinness is gross. I just can’t wait to dash down to the
perfume shop whilst chomping on a Greggs sausage
roll to get ‘Stunning’. It will go so nicely with my
charming new ‘catalogue’ dress and ‘chavos’ tan.
I may have mentioned I venture into nightclubs occasionally.
Like Alicia Bridges ‘I love the nightlife,
I love to Boogie’ so I was easily persuaded out to
Karbon Electra, with a suitably attractive female
companion, natch. The actual physical club is fine
and dandy, pretty reminiscent of Trash with a toe tapping
mixed music policy and genius to have Bread
& Butter upstairs to feed the bloated plenty on fresh
baked pizza or the obligatory chips and cheese after
all the free-styling and winching. I’ve not seen such
proximity between dancefloor and refectory since the
legendary Kelly’s/Lush in Portrush in Nordeneirrrrelandd
where there was in fact a burger bar, no joke,
handily located by the dancefloor. No Johnny Borrells
here for me either sadly. A sea of altogether more
scrubbed young men sporting an obligatory grey
cardigan or crisp Ted Baker shirt. The Argyle Arcade
must be doing a roaring trade in diamond ear studs
at the moment. I wasn’t sure what encouraged my
bulimia more – Dave from Motherwell’s ‘sun in’ highlights
or the ‘grinding’ (Why do boys think it’s sexy to
gyrate against girls’ legs like spaniels on heat?!) from
Dwayne from the hood, whose highly flammable NBA
top and terry towelling headband gave me a strange
desire to start star jumping furiously. The ladies were
no better for the most part, (similar crowd to One
Up, but with more defined cellulite) and they stank
of ‘Coleen’ (YET another celeb odour) – what’s that
perfume ad all about anyway?? Her stomach is so
flat it looks like half her digestive system is missing…
hmm… would that be such a bad thing?? Some disco
chicks should adopt a more size zero is my hero
approach. Poured into last spring’s sequinned stripy
French Connection mini dress, with thighs Walter
Smith would be desperate to sign is bad enough,
but looking like a tsunami of Rimmel has exploded
directly onto your face is not so flattering. Less is
more, people. Admittedly we have had a dire summer
but that’s no excuse for the tango-ed disasters I’ve
witnessed striding about Glasgow.
Stuff I, like, totally love:
• Le nouveau cocktail ‘Alize’ - a fusion of VS cognac,
premium French vodka, strawberries, lychee juice
and rose has teamed up with the bar chain the
Montpellier group to introduce Alize Rose Bellinis with
Rocco Prosecco – get it at Opal Lounge, Tiger Lily,
Rick’s and Indigo Yard… AND it’s poured from an
attractive pale pink bottle. Let’s get intoxicated!
• Lots of new designer shops popping up like veritable
field mushrooms around Glasvegas… Mulberry
and Agent Provocateur to name but a few (I want the
sailor bikini from A.P. badly)
• Less of the cheapo celeb scents, I mean why would
I want a perfume by Celine Dion? Please! Gwen Stefani’s
L perfume is much more like it. She proclaims
‘it’s like me, shrunken into a box’. A tight fit perhaps
but it smells divine.
Ok, whore fans, ‘til next time. x