Urgh. Sorry. Really can’t be bothered to post today. This blogtherapy is already beginning to seem like hard work. Why can’t I just spend the day lying in bed with my laptop checking out pictures of boys who don’t fancy me on Facebook?

Ornella Vanoni

This post has nothing to do with anything important – I just want to make a note of the track that sums up my mood today. 

L’appuntamento is beyond hip or square. It’s a timeless love song that soothes bruised hearts. Vito – I owe you for this one uagnone!

The holidays are coming

It’s inexcusably childish to cite the fact that I’m writing about the Mediterranean as the reason for this gratuitous video post. I’ll be honest, I did it because David Gandy, the delicious dude in tighty whities, is breath-stoppingly hot. What? The Telegraph get away with posting completely unrelated pictures of hotties next to their news stories so why can’t I?

Ok so back to the point. Planning a trip with the girls to Italy later this year – and today’s Elevator Pitch from Jemima Kiss might just be the widget that takes the stress out of the planning. Wigadoo here I come!

?uestlove’s Obama fundraiser

I’m a bit late on this one but have to give props to black folk taking care of their own.

Okayplayer, Taste Crew, URB , Sutra Lounge , and ?uestlove connected for a fundraiser for Democractic Presidential Nominee Barack Obama raising $5,600.00 for his campaign! 

There is another kind of black apart from the welfare-dependant or Cristal-swigging stereotypes African Americans seem to be pidgeonholed in to.

Here’s hoping that some of that self-starting community-minded spirit can rub off on the black people in the UK.

(Today’s blog posts are bought to you by the punctuation mark hypen)


Oh memories! News of the Martin Margiela exhibition at MoMu in Antwerp reminded me of an old beau who did some modelling for the label. He also sat for Julian Opie. Note to self – exactly when was it that I made the switch from dating hot guys to chasing professional arseholes?


16/10/08 – actually on second thoughts think I may have got the name of the designer wrong. He did definitely model though and the Opie you’re looking isn’t a fake.

Get your class war on

hate to rant on about the same thing but as I type news of the spectacular collapse of HBOS shares streams over the airways.

There’s an interesting article in today’s Wall Street Journal analysing the effect that the financial crisis is having on the US election campaign.

The main line of argument is that : “There is simply no way to blame this disaster, as Republicans used to do, on labor unions or over-regulation. No, this is the conservatives’ beloved financial system doing what comes naturally.”

The question is, will Obama be ready to step to this financial challenge in a convincing manner? Guess it has similarities to New Labour, previously seen as the party of boom and bust, marketing itself as the party of the economy in the ’97 election campaign.

The days of reckoning

It’s perhaps an understatement to apply the word ironic to the fact that the BBC’s black music channel 1Xrtra chose to feature the contenders in Forbes magazine’s hip-hop rich list on the same day that AIG ended up being nationalised and Wall Street continued to reel from the Lehman Brothers fall-out.


On Today this morning a Wall Street Journal columnist described the recent meltdown as a day of reckoning for America. Now is the time for consumers to hold themselves to account for overextending themselves financially, he proclaimed.


This leads me to wonder what effect this new economic climate will have on hip-hop, a musical genre which for well over a decade celebrated the cult of bling, idolised consumerism and deified the dollar for the dollars sake.


Puff Daddy, who was one of the first on the urban scene to milk substantial revenue streams from rap music, used his YouTube channel to urge OPEC countries to reduce the price they charge for the price of oil. Puffy apparently has been forced to ditch his private jet in favour of flying coach with American Airlines. Oh how the mighty have fallen.


Maybe Kanye’s new track Love Lockdown, which has got everyone scratching their heads due to its pared-down sound and ‘interesting’ vocals, symbolises the first nail in the coffin of the opulent consumption.