I don’t know how more people haven’t got mental health problems
Thinking is one of those stressful things I’ve ever come across
And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy
I think I should try and read more books
And learn some new words
My sister used to read the dictionary
I’m going to start with that
I’d like to travel
I want to see India and the pyramids
A whale and that race with all the bicycles in France
I’m not sure about rivers, they scare me
But I love swimming, I’m good at it
And when I swim I think about numbers
And count the laps
When I was younger I saw a house burnt down
And I walked past it everyday for the next six years
Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous
I wondered if squatters lived there
I’m still not sure but I know there were never any parties cuz it was shit
After a while the council got round to tidying out the town
Making it less offensive here and there
They said it was an eyesore so they tore it down
Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti
And the word ‘Cunt’ written on it in giant letters
And now I walk past that

I like sitting in the park
And I like walking through it
I like taking my dogs there
And friends, and I like being alone
I like flowers and simplicity
I like compassion and thoughtful gifts
I like being able to shout
But I wish I could be quiet
When I’m quiet people think I’m sad
And usually I am

Sometimes when I’m at a busy train station
Somewhere big with the noisy trains like King´s Cross
I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because
I’ve got something to say
Don’t you want to share the guilt?
Don’t think, just try and sleep.

Spindle Magazine‘s issue two is out! My fashion editorial is in there, as well as a photograph I took of O Children to go alongside an article.

Photos of the magazine:

Small versions of the PDF:

Full versions of the published images:

Edit: Review now up over on Spoonfed…

I’m pretty passionate about music. I try to go and photograph as many gigs as I can. Some are big events, big names, others are smaller gigs, people just starting out. I love it all. Someone I’ve come to love lately is Lissie. Her album, Catching A Tiger, is phenomenal. I’m in love with her voice that resonates such as Stevie Nicks influence. I went along to her collaborative gig at The Flowerpot. I wrote a review which will hopefully be up on Spoonfed soon. There’s also a video I shot (albeit a little wobbly standing on a sofa) of her performing. I have some photos, may post them in a few days…

Oh, The Flowerpot. Tucked away on Kentish Town Road, this vibrant music hub hosts gigs by upcoming and leading bands, all for the measly price of diddly squat. This week they’ve been taken over by Communion – the label and club night run by Mumford and Sons‘ own Ben Lovett – creating a collaborative musical effort by artists big and small. The intention is to record each live one-off show which will then be turned into an album to be released later in the Autumn.

Tonight’s cross-section of musical delights includes James Moss, The Staves, Mt Desolation and my personal favourite, Lissie. After hearing Lissie’s cover of Gaga’s Bad Romance a few months ago, I was instantly hooked on her Stevie Nicks-esque voice. Since then she’s released her debut album, Catching a Tiger, performed at Glastonbury, and seems to be picking up headlining dates across the UK. Simply put: she’s one to watch.

The Flowerpot’s a lovely little venue, if not a little hot in the midst of our impromptu summer heat wave, but what’s a good night out if you’re not brushing shoulders with another sweaty Londoner? Its small size lends itself well to creating an atmospheric buzz with a friendly crowd and welcoming artists. The Staves, whose simple acoustic rifts accompanied by a trio of haunting female voices, are joined on stage by James Moss for the first collaborative effort. Simple and melodic, their track is almost mesmerising with the repetitive chanting of “I’m not scared of dying”.

But it’s Lissie that I really came to see. With her shaggy dirty blonde hair she zips through the small crowd, a friendly beaming face. Taking to the stage she’s chatty, always smiling, and springs straight into When I’m Alone, a track which she recently dueted live with Ellie Goulding on at The Great Escape Festival, and one that defines her style of folk rock. Playing tracks from her album, Lissie’s mixture of guitar slinging folk and electric blues send you straight back to Fleetwood Mac, whose influence seem undoubted. Everywhere I Go, one of Lissie’s more melancholy tracks is instantly reminiscent of a solo Stevie Nicks, a beautiful but troubling ballad. There’s a real star quality about Lissie – the energy of her performances, the warmth of her character, and the complexity of her music. Whether it’s the rockin’ jamming at the end of In Sleep or the raw softness of Oh Mississippi, there’s definitely something that sets Lissie apart from the female artists emerging today.

A video I recorded of Kelis at Perez Hilton’s “One Night In London” event…

Love him or hate him, Perez Hilton‘s infamous Hollywood gossip website has crafted him an envious career that means he has Lady Gaga on speed dial. Whilst his name may be synonymous with scandals across the Atlantic, Perez has recently been turning his hand at nurturing new musical acts with the launch of his own record label. Branching out further from dissing celebs online, his events touch down in London town for his aptly named One Night In London at The O2′s smaller IndigO room. Tickets were free from Perez’s website.

On first entry I was a bit perturbed about walking into a half-filled room full of people watching what appeared to be a choir of prepubescent girls miming along to The Puppini Sisters‘ version of Mr. Sandman. Luckily that soon finished and although the event was free, I was a little confused about how there seemed to be so little people there. After all this is Perez, self-titled Queen of All Media, friends (and foe) to the stars. Surely there were going to be some big named acts tonight? Next up were The Hoosiers, whose inoffensive pop-rock seemed to drag in a few more. It took me a while to work out who the next act was, a breathy urchin whose styling may have gone down the pan slightly, dressed in a giant doily dress. Diana Vickers. Say no more.

It picked up when the real acts, introduced personally by Perez (and not billed on the line-up) were announced. Peaches, a lady you don’t wanna mess with, walked the crowd (amongst threats that “If you drop me, this show WILL be over”) and had the crowd screaming to her best known electro stomper, Fuck The Pain Away.

When headliner Kelis was announced the venue seemed to fill out dramatically with everyone desperate to get a glance at one of pop music’s women of the moment. Decked out a slinky skin tight purple mini dress, high heels and a strange piece of headwear, Kelis’ took to stage for a medley of her latest album, Fleshtone.

Glastonbury was… hot. Scorching. Roasting. A burning hot magma of field time frolics. We should have known that this would have been the way for the next five days as we stood in line for hours and hours in the blistering heat, queuing to get in. Had a damn good time, got totally burnt (for the first time ever?), did silly things with friends. Lay in fields looking at the night sky, watched the sunset, painted spoons with hippies, went to the tranni club. The usual. Highlights for me were Lissie, Snoop Dogg (!), Laura Marling, Candi Staton (again) and Corinne Bailey Rae, to name a few. On to the photos… there’s a lot of them!

Beyoncé, the only woman for me. So so so hot in her new video.

I love the opening lines…

“Now, now, now, honey
You better sit down and look around
Cause you must’ve bumped yo’ head
And I love you enough to talk some sense back into you, baby
I’d hate to see you come home, me the kids
And the dog is gone
Check my credentials…
I give you everything you want everything you need
Even your friends say I’m a good woman
All I need to know is why? ”

I’d been trying to get to see Kal Lavelle for quite a few months but kept missing her gigs. She writes beautiful, gutsy folk music about love and all that mushy stuff. You should check out her MySpace, or in particular this video of her track ‘Disaster’:

Here’s a few snaps of her performing at Proud Camden:

Paloma Faith at Shepherd’s Bush Empire.