PS The title of this post is CLEARLY a reference to the incredible Child Molesters song of the same name (well, nearly).

Another mental busy week work-and-social-wise means lack of posting. I'm SORRY. To appease you (maybe), here's the new Weezer video. By all rights, you should have seen it by now. But if you haven't, allow me to bring it your attention and thus improve your life.



Any of your YouTube favourites in there? Course there are. I could do with some pork and beans in a tin right now, I've got a hangover the size of a whale.

When I was a youth, I desperately wanted to ride ponies for the sole reason that it would mean I could have rosettes. Something about the fluttery ribbons and button text really appealed -- I suppose it was a precursor to the punk pin badges that dominated my later teenage years. I never did ride a pony, and the closet I came to getting a rosette was the 'Birthday Girl' one I got (and promptly lost) as a teen on a birthday night out.

Lady Luck Rules OK have just launced their Summer Fete range, which just so happens to include - OMG! - personalised rosettes. Available as a pin badge or necklace, the wooden pieces (I know... wooden? It surprised me too) come in stripes or checks, and can be personalised to say whatever you fancy. At £15, it's a darn sight cheaper than joining the Pony Club.

That's all your getting because, frankly, it's all you need to know.

The FABULOUS, dashing, debonair Andrew Marr was spotted at the festival on Saturday evening, no doubt heading down to the pit to catch Jay Z. Looking good, Andy, looking good.

To create Mr Marr's dressed-down festival look, I've put together this handy guide.



Start your outfit with a nice clean long sleeve white tee -- dressed down dad done good. Paired with your favourite pair of blue jeans, it's a winning casual weekend look. Let's not forget we're up againt the elements here, and mud is so not in the vocab of a smart BBC type. A dashing pair of black Hunter wellingtons are essential to your Glasto outfit - a classic Brit label, reinvented by Kate Moss and co. Practical and fashionable - full marks. You might also want to pack an anorak, as modelled by Mr Marr. This red North Face number will ensure you don't fade into the crowd, as well as keeping you nice and warm and dry. It's Marr approved! Finally, a backpack is a vital addition to any festival outfit. Perfect for your sarnies and thermos, it can hold everything a BBC field reporter might need. This on-trend star print Jansport number may not be exactly what Old Del Marr is using, but I think you'll agree it's suitably snazzy.

Didn't I? Kate Moss's lost red carpet weave is up on Ebay, with the current bid at €605 -- that's just under £500.

One question. Why?

PS - Marcy Blaine Told You So, too.

I'm so busy with the new job and I have had no nights at home this week.. eep! I'm sorry. To make up for my slacking, check out my song of the summer. It's BPA - Toe Jam. BPA (Brighton Port Authority) is Fat Boy Slim's latest venture, and on this track he's joined by my main man David Byrne and lovely little Dizzee Rascal. It's probably the best song you'll hear this summer. Just sayin'.

It's slightly NSFW so click with caution if breasts are a no go in your office (what are you, a mormon?)

I get it. I'm going to spend £50 on a t-shirt. OK, I see. I understand. I'm resigned to that, it's OK.

TITS (lol) @ Karmaloop.com

I love Vogue Nippon. I LOVE Fafi. This should be the stuff of dreams. But something about it is juuust a little bit off. I dislike the use of little girls in the shoot, even if that does make me a Daily Mail reader. I mean, the point of the Fafinettes is that they're sexy and a little bit slutty, which isn't something I generally associate with pre-pubescent girls. Still, the photos look nice, which I guess is something. See the whole series here, and make an informed decision for yourself.



Talking of Daily Mail unapproved Fafi-ness, how do you like THESE apples? Yeah, it's a Fafi knife, ooooh yeah.

After yesterday's excitement at the Tarina Tarantino Barbie, here's something a little more sinister. Yes, it's The Birds Barbie. And why not?

Pecked to death Barbie has been launched in recognition of the Hitchcock film's 45th anniversary. Modelled on Hitchcock blonde Tippi Hedren, the doll comes with 'real fake birds'. And why wouldn't it? I do hope they make more featuring the rest of the Hitchcock heroines.

I hate Amanda Holden SO SO SO much. I mean, I hate Scarlett Johansson and Sofia Coppola but there's a whole separate level of hell reserved for Holden. Today she got to talking about this year's Wimbledon fashion debate -- women players wearing, prepare yourself, shorts not skirts. Here's what she had to say;

Women should wear feminine clothes. They might play like men - but they should dress like ladies.

She was joined by a Wimbledon official who added;

It creates a genteel image when you see an attractive lady in a white tennis skirt on the lush green grass.

Never mind their comfort, the fact they don't want the Daily Star doing upskirt shots, or how well they can play in shorts then, eh? I blame Amanda Holden for everything relating to this issue, now and evermore.

Sneak peek of Vanessa Paradis for Miu Miu. I want my own initialled scuba suit, no fair.

Thanks to the girls at M.I.S.S. Crew for the sneakage peekage.

Whilst the number of readers of this little ol' thing keeps creeping up and up, the number of comments remains resolutely low. I don't really care, but I also don't know whether it's because;

a) No one actually reads it;

b) No one who reads it really cares about anything I write about;

or,

c) No one who reads it knows how to comment.

I anticipate it's a combination of a and b, but if, on the off chance, it's c, let me inform you that you have to click on the title of the post (or read more, if it's a long 'un), to make the comment box appear.

That's all.

Are you OK?



But seriously, are you alright?



It upsets me how the mighty have fallen. Fallen, and landed in a child's sun hat from 1992 and a wedding dress that a bride skeleton might wear in a poor quality haunted house.

If you've ever seen Tarina Tarantino's jewellery, you'll know the gal likes her Barbie. And pink. And sparkly stuff. So the logical next step? A Tarina Tarantino Barbie, obv.

Available this July as part of the Mattel Gold Label collection, the doll is sporting a glam tiara, sparkling necklaces and a pink ring, bracelets and Barbie accented belt. She features the designer's signature fuchsia hair, which was accurately and pain-stakingly colour matched. Awesome. Buy at Tarina's site, before they sell out in 2 seconds in store.

Thanks to Racked LA for spotting this. Not content with being one of the swankiest stores on Robertson anyway, the chaps and chapettes at Chanel LA have taken shop dressing to an unprecedented new level. Their window dressing is out of control! Look at this. Look. At. This.



CC logo manicures on the mannequins! Whaaaat. Attention to detail, guys, attention to detail. Kaiser Karl would approve. Kaiser Rachael says, I know what I'm getting done next time I visit Tinky Beauty.

This Jacob & Co 'Manhattan' watch is the reason I get up in the morning. IT'S A LITTLE MAP OF DOWNTOWN NEW YORK. MADE FROM CRYSTALS. Mine for a mere £66,867. Bargain.

Oooh Juxtapoz magazine is brilliant, isn't it? Fulfilling all your artistic needs without leaving you scratching your head, making you feel dead cultural all the while. This month they've outdone themselves by featuring the fabulous Miss Van on not one, but two covers. Alas the one on the right is for subscribers only, but I'll take the one on the left as a happy second. Also in the issue are Audrey Kawasaki and Mel Kadel, making an all round unmissable issue. Buy buy buy before it sells out, y'all.

PS Super Furry Animals: underrated? I think so.

Gap are all over their collabos this year. First Nike, now Liberty. You'll have to take my word for it, because it seems nigh on impossible to find any images. Here's one shoddy snap which sums it up pretty much. Gap preppy classics meets lovely Liberty prints. End result = perfect summer stuff for the office. Win win I say. This shirt is £45 which is pretty reasonable, yes?

One of the most interesting things about the Viktor & Rolf exhibition party (yes, I will keep mentioning it) was that the most exciting trend to emerge from the evening came from the gentlemen attendees. Whilst the ladies covered everything from Eurotrash glamour to London grunge, I don't think it would be any exaggeration to say that every single chap in the room was rocking short shorts suits. Seriously, there were more knees on display in one place than at a Butlins-style knobbly knee contest. Young, old, fat, thin, ironic fashion or deadly serious style statement... every area was covered.

It's a look that appears routinely on men's catwalks, but one that, until now, hasn't really made the transgression to the High Street. OK, so a fashion party isn't exactly the same as Peckham High Street, but it's a start. It sounds like a sartorial nightmare, I realise, but it's honestly foolproof. A neatly tailored suit jacket and smart shorts of any length (and fabric - matching isn't important) is all you need. More Sartorialist than Jeremy Clarkson at the beach, it's a winning look for chaps nationwide, and so much more interesting than the cut off combats most guys resort to at this time of year.

Topshop's A/W collection looks AWESOME. I don't know how or why I would ever wear the above (let's face, I wouldn't), but I still freakin' love it. I've also found my dream winter coat, which is probably a much more sensible investment.