Monday, 11 May 2009

Factory Boy

Andy Warhol, that guy in the 60s with the Campbell soup can,was not only famous for his brillo pads or techni-colour prints of Marilyn Monroe; he also dabbled underground, 'directing' what he liked to call 'films' which would allow many New Yorkers an iconic existence and 15 minutes of fame.

Amongst those people was a personal favourite of mine, Edie Sedgwick. After watching the film Factory Girl, I became completely transfixed on Edie and her story. She was her own downfall; naive and vulnerable - a strong scent quickly picked up by Andy and his consorts. Her life became a small tragedy within its self and of which many would blame Warhol, as it is believed by some that he lured Edie into a world of freakish acts and drug abuse. He proclaimed her as a 'superstar', only to exploit Edie for the same reasons. But that was the way. It was the art scene after all; anything goes... right?

Well after Edie's reign was over in 1968, (she was still alive at this time, she died later in the 70s from an overdose) Warhol and fellow Factory worker Paul Morrissey discovered a new superstar. His name was Joe Dallesandro. Approached on the street, Joe was told he was a 'fine specimen of a man' and had the potential to become an underground superstar - not so dissimilar to what Edie Sedgwick was told. And again, Joe was young and eager so he fitted right into the Factory.

Loves of Ondine was the first film that Joe made with Warhol and Morrissey. It was a 23 minute piece of footage where Joe wound up shooting a wrestling scene with another guy clad only in his underwear. He was orginally just invited to come along where Warhol and Morrissey were shooting an impromptu marathon movie in Warhol's building apartment. But Morrissey's camera quickly found its way toward the ambivalent, good-looking Joe and the rest is history. He received a lot of praise and attention for his role which led to his second film being made, Lonesome Cowboys. The papers constantly wrote about how beautiful Joe was and the more movies he made, the more of a frenzy the media found themselves in. He became an improbable pioneer of the male sexual revolution and the first film actor to be glorified as a nude sex symbol. Basically Joe was a hit, and Warhol and Morrissey knew it. Ka-ching.

There was undoubtedly a lot of sex and nudity on screen with his films, and god knows what off screen with more drug abuse and love affairs, but this is where Joe's story differs to Edie's.
While Warhol seemed to admire Joe for his sex appeal and beauty just like he did with Edie, Morrissey saw Joe's potential as a serious actor. Lucky for him, Joe went on to make more movies with Morrissey, including Frankenstein and Dracula, which marked a drastic shift in the types of films Joe was associated with and opened up more opportunity in the future. Joe never collapsed under the weight of taboo, whereas Edie's drug addiction and mental instability made her weak and brought her to her knees. Joe was completely uninhibited, and renowned for his 'walk-on-the-wild-side demeanor'. He couldn't be exploited. Perhaps he was just as bizarre as they were in the Factory but this worked for him; Joe Dallesandro is still around today and is still an reasonably respected actor.






Tuesday, 28 April 2009

I never knew pigs flu

Finally the credit crunch seems to have taken a step back from the media this week and allowed us to all have a breather. But wait - there's a new problem that we apparently have to worry about; the 'swine flu', also known as deadly pig germs.

It was first discovered in Mexico, where it has been reported to have taken 80 -150 lives, (depending on which newspaper you chose to read, which makes me squint my eyes suspiciously) and now Britain claims to have 2 victims itself after a Scottish couple so kindly brought it back from their holiday in Mexico, probably in their hand luggage. Experts have predicted that this epidemic could potentially take the lives of 150 million human beings across the world.

It is admittedly a little daunting. One could wake up one morning with a sore throat and be dead by the time Coronation Street hits ITV at 7.30pm, or so it has been said... in so many words. But is it really a serious reason to start putting your house under quarantine just yet? I'm not so sure.

As with the credit crunch, we've all been there before; the bird flu for instance or mad cow disease which is slightly different, but worrying for all the same reasons. Society didn't go bonkers and run rampage back then, so there's definitely no need to start screaming in the streets that we're all gonna die. I'm not saying I do not believe this swine flu exists; I'm no medical expert. But I do believe as a Briton that we have no reason to be taking drastic measures if our throats start to tingle slightly either. Just avoid Mexico and the USA for a couple of months to let those poorly pigs get better.

And the good news is that you don't need to be passing off a beautiful bacon sarnie after a heavy night either; you cannot catch the flu from the meat its self. The virus is completely airborne and catchable from contimated areas. Where's the worry if you're thousands of miles away from an infected area? That's my way of thinking anyway. If you take my advice and are unlucky enough to catch the swine, then I shall take full responsibility. What do I know after all?

Thursday, 26 March 2009

Bigger Than Barry: A not-so-big interview with Bobby Barnes.

Alright so this 'interview' was more a set of questions thrown at Bobby Barnes, (one of the founders of Baz) via Facebook, who then threw a couple of witty answers back at me about a month later! Bon apetite mes amis...

So who runs Bigger than Barry apart from yourself?
The 'Dream Team' consists of Kieran ' The Doctor' McInerney, a potato picking, pissed up immigrant. And one Sam 'Deadcat' Baylis, who is the singer in The Scarlet Harlots.

When and where was the first Bigger than Barry held?
21st December 2006. In the upstairs room of a grotty pub in Brum called The Ben Johnson. Famed for shootings during the 80's gun boom.

And why is the night called 'Bigger than Barry'?
Barry Austin. Worlds Fattest Man. Simple.

Birmingham and Leeds aside, where else does Barry roll?
Barry's Rolls are everywhere! Sheffield and Nottingham are pretty lively, we're planning on hitting Manchester, Bristol & Cardiff in due time.

How would you describe the music played at Barry?
Grimey, Grubby, Gritty, Dutty, Whyney, Hypey, Nicey Niceness. It's hard to put a finger on it, but I think that covers it.

Who does Barry like to play with?
Barry Likes to play with Tomb Crew, Toddla T, Mumdance, Oneman, Martelo, Andy George, Rusko. The new breed, we're all about the same age, so have the same influences, environments growing up and great haircuts. (WAFRO!!!)

Tell me about the Ibiza Invasion...
Ibiza is gonna be sickly, we're taking a couple of DJ's, load of bods, and some dutty tunes and taking over the white isle for 5 days. We've got our own hotel. BARRY TOWERS. And using clubs like Ibiza Rocks. Get ready for that!!!

Any tricks up your sleeve to make Barry even BIGGER in the future?
More tricks than David Blaine in a box. If I was to tell you though I'd get kicked out of your mum's magic circle.

So there you have it; a few words from a very droll kind of fellow indeed. I give you Bobby Barnes - creator, player, joker, ginger...!





Bigger Than Barry!

There’s a big guy breaking through the Yorkshire Border - straight from Birmingham and tearing up Leeds. If anyone asks, he goes by the name of Barry and he’s not the sort of bloke you can miss.

If you’re gagging for something a little bit different and you like your music grimy, then Bigger than Barry is the night you’ve been looking for. You’ll have never heard anyone drop bass like Baz before and he loves to bring some of his mates a long to help him out; Toddla T, Rusko, Drop the Lime and Tomb Crew are just a handful of his mob. The tunes these boys produce are massive so you might want to think carefully about what shoes to wear to this occasion. They’ll get you going mad for it and nobody likes a toe bleed...!

And Barry being a considerate kind of fellow in these financially uncertain times, all drinks at this shindig are dirt cheap. So get a few Jagerbombs down your neck and he’ll have you all hyped up like a kid on Panda Pops! He’ll also have an after party sorted if you’re up for it.

No-one is doing anything quite like this in Leeds at the moment because it’s not just about the music, it’s almost political. Barry’s definitely got a few things to say that you’ll all wanna hear. So put your gladrags on, tell all your mates and get yourself involved. It’s gonna be bigger than your mum’s roast dinners!


*Bigger than Barry, every 2nd Tuesday of the month @ Wire. Doors: 10.30pm - 2am.

Thursday, 12 March 2009

Mother Uggers

I have to rant about this somewhere in which my words can reach people other than my friends! May I start with two words: Ugg boots.

Reading a magazine yesterday I stumbled across a page of photos taken of random people in the streets of Leeds. The idea of the page is to capture the 'unique' outfits these people have on and information about where they bought certain items from so that us readers can go purchase them ourselves. Now there were 15 people on this page and 5 of them were wearing Ugg boots. UGG BOOTS. *Shakes head*.

I remember when I was back at school and these boots conquered fashion magazines for a good few months and fair enough, they were something new and exciting for girls to wear. But that was a good 5 years a go... and people are STILL wearing them FAR TOO MUCH! I mean I get it; they're warm for the winter and extemely comfortable. Fair play. But really? Have you seen the state of them? They're not exactly the prettiest footwear on the market and they make your feet look massive. I can't help but feel angered by the amount of girls I see walking around wearing them. On my first day in Leeds I saw a group of girls all wearing a pair and I must admit, it made my blood boil slightly. Whatever happened to originality in this supposed revolutionary era?

There are alternatives to these horrific creations which are also warm and comfy AND they'll add a bit of style to one's outfit. Doctor Martens for example are gonna hit this season with a storm which look cool with just about anything. Yeah OK so they need a little wearing in because they'll give your feet a hard time at first, but give them time and they'll be the best thing to have on as you go about your day. That's what they're all about after all. And what about vintage boots? Nottingham and Leeds are full of amazing little vintage shops with hundreds of unique styles. I have a pair that have lasted me years and they're just as comfy and warm as any other pair of decent boots. Wellies are always cheap and cheerful and they're good for rainy days too!

You see, I believe too many girls have fallen into the Ugg trap because they don't know of any better solutions. It's human nature to copy off each other because as a race we are so afraid to be different. Don't get me wrong; by writing this I am not claiming to be the ultimate fashionista myself! I too make many fashion mistakes. But in the words of Peter Griffin, Ugg boots really grind my gears! If you truly enjoy the image of Uggs then fair enough, your style is your own and I am in no place to dictate about what you should wear. But if it's just warmth and comfort you're after, have a gander at something else; explore fashion! You may suprise yourself.

In the mean time save the Mother Uggers for a trip to Switzerland or something. You know, lots of snow. Then they'll truly serve a purpose in life.

Rant over.

Monday, 9 February 2009

Docs to Docs

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An apple a day will not keep this doctor away! They've already managed to conquer most of London and are slowly invading the north; it seems Doctor Martens are all the rage this season.

Ever since the '70s, DMs have stamped their signature all over our fashion conciousness. Together with outrageous hair, punk was the original statement of these British classics but now they are restricted to a certain style no longer. Anyone can pull them off and they are a perfect finishing touch to any kind of ensemble. Daisy Lowe and Agness Deyn have certainly proved that.

So where oh where can you find such a pair? Well if you want a choice of all colours, shapes and sizes just check out the Docs' website. Prepared to pay full whack though, which starts around £55. Your best bet is to go fishing in the sea of vintage shops; they'll be cheaper and the 'wearing in' process will have already been done for you. Then there's e-bay ofcourse, which is where I got my bad boys from for less than 20 quid. Many thanks to the fashion gurus before us!

Waste no time. Get a-spending!

Thursday, 5 February 2009

Mary-Kate Olsen... junior?


I thought I'd introduce my favourite rich kid of New York; Mary-Kate Olsen. To me, she is the ultimate fashionista and I think we should all take a leaf out of her book, simply to find the secrets of such an amazing style.

From bohemian to punk, from classical to gothic, Mary-Kate has done it all. And what can I say? She is a versatile vixen, one in which I love to sit back and watch to see what she will pull off next.

But garments aside, this girl is clearly a genius (many designers such as Karl Lagerfeld love to use her her as their 'muse' - that's got to amount to such a title). It's time to put straight other 'images' of Mary-Kate that the media cannot seem to stop buzzing about. Renowned for her skinny stature, it seems Miss Olsen gained a few pounds over the christmas holidays. But blaming it on too many festive martinis and exquisite canopy would simply be too boring for the press rats to write about. Instead they chose to conjour up the idea that Mary-Kate could be pregnant. And the daddy? New York artist Nate Lowman.

Now let's not be silly, we all know the girl is far too busy with running her fashion empire along with her twin sister Ashley Olsen, and filming her new indie film 'The Wackness'. Surely she wouldn't let herself get in such a pickle, unless she has more money than sense. And surely enough, her representive has spoken out to quash the speculation. The spokesperson tells Us Weekly magazine, “Mary-Kate is absolutely not pregnant.” Coming from a biased source, it seems typical that they would say that, but in the Olsen Twins' new book 'Influence', Mary-Kate comments about their plans on having families in the future; "I don’t feel the need to get married... but Ashley wants children. I’ll be a great aunt or godmother.” Well if that is what she says, then I believe her.

So chill your quills scribblers, it seems there won't be a mini Olsen running around in Karl Lagerfeld baby clothes just yet.