NICE UP THE DANCE
remember those raves, how free we felt?
Posted February 18th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
SOLIDarity? security?
Posted February 18th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
happy birthday daddy
Posted February 16th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
Tanks GODz I own this on wax
Posted February 16th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
This melody is too brilliant to be lost in the fleecy folds of time so I plan on making a funky house evocation one day WATCHOUT it’s not what you say it’s what you do to me, again jealous of my parents for their relentless jamming in the 80’s in the Bronx and the Village to dirty disco and proto-house.
Be proud of the cakes you BAKE
Posted February 10th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
wait I know it looks like bites taken out of the outside but I can assure you that it was just cause the form of the cake (which wasn’t cooked for long enough) resisted our efforts to move it neatly from its stainless steel confines. IT WAS DELENCHIOS THOUGH.
Super surprise Helga coconut cream victoria sponge cake
Experience
Posted February 9th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
Africa
Posted February 8th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
Get your kente out! I’m lovinget Africa atm. Un-documented chic is SO CHIC! (and the illegal African immigrant aesthete is incredibly romantic). What better place to revel in all things African than Stroud Green Road?! Also for the record, this season is the first time I’ve really watched Skins and it sucks. I’m literally off to buy a kente right now and maybe some yams. “African Warrior” by Donaaaeeeo gets an honorable mention, hold tight helgas for the birthday present you knew it was one for the bag. Fuck the beef between Caribbeans and Africans, come to my hood for the affirmation.
Anna Sui
Junya Wantanabe Spring 09
Night Slugs got me fruity and I loved it all the way.
Posted February 7th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
Warning: 7 hours of SHAQUING + infinite heads-shoulders-shoulders sessions will deplete both your memory and corporeal strength. Big up Alex and Sara forever, your night brought me to what can only be described as a state of mythical Grecian bliss injected with a bit of “runkle crackhead status” and the freshest music effferrr.
House of joy
Mani, take me home tonight. Mani, lay me down.
Posted February 7th, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
Talk about sexuality continually being cross-cut by axes of race, gender, CLASS and NATIONAL IDENTITY…..The whole of Undercover Princes had my head spinning but the finale placed the radical moments and images of the 3 previous episodes outside the realm of phantasy. Blocked from copious hash zoots and full of jammy dodgers, I remained riveted beneath helgs’ little baby Tom and Jerry sleeping bag-come-blanket. Mike’s sober, squinting eyes and bulging cockle-belly made me wonder about the nature of environments that engage with homosexuality vs. traditional cultures like Manvendra’s. It was as if the stuffy Gujarati air itself was visible, stifling the pathetic intensity of Mike and Mani’s Brighton “bond”….that and Mani’s internalized homophobes peeping through the trees and windowsills.
Radio Ra-Helga
Posted January 23rd, 2009 by mirrorroomgirl
This is basically how we do. I actually made a knuckle duster this summer but obvs in sterling silver because I can’t afford that much oro. Baller. ‘08-’09 Elm Grove was the new Bed-Stuy. We even trade anonymous mixtapes with our neighbors. Baller status, just wait until the summer when we will REDEFINE the ancient ritual of sunday-stooping by transferring our cotch outdoors.