Heels on fire!

THE PAINS OF BEING PURE AT HEART

I bought an 8mm hand held video camera from the Woodstock flea market the other week. This is some good inspiration.

DAISIES.

I'm going to write an album review of your life.

I want to keep you by my side
And then you're all around me

I want to take you by the hand
And then you're hands inside me

I feel your eyes all over me

I can't even look.

TWEED SUIT.

If I were a man
What would make me a song
Would it start in an outfit made of tweed
Could I say some words that would fade into the moon

Oh, oh, oh, a man made song.

Vonnegut.

If I were a younger man, I would write me a history of human stupidity I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and I would lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.

Babe, I'm gonna leave you.

BEST BEST BEST.

Text message conversation between Sunni and Jiss.

Approximately 12:45am on Wednesday 2nd July.

Sunni: I think those girls want to be witches... little do they know that we actually are witches... not some cheap imitation! By the way, I think I'm actually losing my mind. X

Jiss: In a good way? Me too though. When our husbands die, wanna live together and grow weed and tomatoes and dye our hair purple?

Sunni: I don't think I have a choice in the matter really. Although, I think I just put myself into rehab so not to prevent it (because, let's face it, that's impossible) but maybe to just avoid serious damage where I'll have to wear a Tenna Lady for the rest of my day. That'd suck!

Jiss: HA. That would never happen to you. Trashy as you may think you are, you really are not. You are too beautiful to ever be considered trashy. Shine on me crazy diamond.

Sunni: You just made me cry-laugh!

Jiss: Hahaha you just made me laugh/smile goofy.

"Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name."

PROSPECT PARK.

Brooklyn's Central Park. I LOVE IT VERY MUCH.

NOT A THING TO WEAR.

Photographer: Anna Mackenzie

Stylist: Sunni Hart

The King of Pop.

I used to be a big fan. I guess a million people have said that... are saying that. I'm sure everyone was his greatest fan at some point.

I'd forgotten until on the day, June 25th, when my facebook was swamped by old friends and lost friends reminding me of MJ moments we'd shared.  A teenage crush whom I haven't spoken to in many, many years contacted me and told me that he remembered the first time I played him Michael Jackson.

Two of my friends from high school did the same. That's all we did. Michael Jackson everyday for an entire year.

The way the news is broken to me was a moment to be remembered also. I was walking down St.Marks in the East Village having just bought some orange socks to wear under some black brogues as my feet were blistering up. Feeling quite good in my new orange socks, I passed a group of scummy boys and as I did so one of them exclaimed that "Michael Jackson is fucking dead."  (approx 5:30pm) In  my head, I thought this guy was having a go at me because of my feet ensemble (they looked just like Jacko's). I spent the rest of the afternoon wishing I had said something really witty and scathing back to him.

I then got a message from Tom in Melbourne saying "Michael Jackson is dead." It was the most confusing moment ever for me... I couldn't understand how Tom had heard my thoughts for the past hour! Was he following me... did he see those punks mocking me?

No. Michael Jackson is dead...

Thank you for the memories. For that amazing History video that I spent a majority of my childhood watching, for your 40th birthday concert (dayum), for Butterfly, Gotta Be Startin' Something, The Wiz, for the memories!!!

Rest in Peace you strange and wonderful creature.

if i am only animal, then i can do no wrong.

leave me alone is all that i say
when i have nothing in me to give away

YOUR
HEAD
GO'S
BACK
YOUR
EYE'S
THEY
CLOSE
AND
YOU
DREAM
OF
THE
PLEASHERS
OF
DIEING
NOT KNOWING
SOON
YOU WILL BE
DEAD

OLD LADIES REBELLION

This just makes my want of silver locks grow tenfold. Fanny Karst is a 24 year old French fashion designer making the old babes bang!

HOW TO DANCE LIKE A BABE.

Crystal Stilts

Pocahaunted

Teenage Jesus and the Jerks

"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."

TOP 10 ALBUMS OF 2008.

10. Beach House - Devotion

In comparison to their incredibly raw 2006 self titled debut album, Devotion is a far more polished vessel from this Baltimore duo. The songwriting hasn't fundamentally changed; they've simply cleaned up their act. These are crisper, brighter, bolder songs, retaining Beach House's sense of elegant decay while sweeping up the debris. I first heard this album on my first ever trip to New York. It was on vinyl and I was stoned... that could also lend a hand to this being a sentimental favourite.

9. Of Montreal - Skeletal Lamping

Kevin Barnes is a babe. And he's crazy. That automatically ticks boxes in my opinion. Although Skeletal Lamping doesn't compare to last year's Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? which is still in my iPod's 25 most played, it's got some hefty pop hooks and schizophrenic danceability ensues.

8. Sigur Ros - Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust

Gobbledigook was the first song I heard in 2008. As in, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Baa Baa Baa Baa..." I lost my shit and my mind. I also saw them play at Festival Hall for the release of this album (translation: With a buzz in our ears we play endlessly.) It is truly beautiful and is a new and more grounded direction for these Icelanders. There's a deliverance of more playful and free moments from what we've previously heard but with no loss of the dramatically moving build ups that they have always done oh so well.

7. Atlas Sound - Let the Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel

Red Wine and Valium is what this album is to me. It's gauzy bedroom pop that drifts from ambient bliss-outs to avant-garage, as if passing through different stages of sleep on a sunny afternoon. Bradford Cox is better known for his other band (#6 place getter), Deerhunter but it almost feels as if Atlas Sound is where he really exists in the world. It's easy to get lost in the ambiance of the record but pay attention to the lyrics for they are some of the most beautiful I've ever heard. "River so clear and blue/ I'm so in love with you/ But you'll drown me."

6. Deerhunter - Microcastle/Weird Era Cont.

This album is simply undeniably brilliant. I don't even know where to start slash I can't be bothered, thus I'm going to take this opportunity to quote a Mr. Marc Hogan as he puts it into words that sums up everything I'd like to say... "Here, (in Microcastles) the band comes into their own by applying their own inspiringly distinctive, bleakly appealing sensibility to whatever ideas happen to move them. Fist-pumping first single "Nothing Ever Happened" shares most of a title with a Pavement deluxe-edition bonus track while sounding a lot like Magazine's more straightforward, hard-charging side. Another standout, "Saved by Old Times", pipes in the Black Lips' Cole Alexander for a dual-channel monologue disorientingly reminiscent of the Velvet Underground's "The Murder Mystery". (If you play it backwards, Cole namedrops Johnny Cash.)" Thanks for the tip off Marc.

5. The Duke Spirit - Neptune

It's simple...I really like female singers and Leila Moss bangs...she's almost Native American...except that she's not at all, she's actually just a pom.

4. Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes

This album was very significant to me this year. I'm a sucker for folk and the fact that the sound that Fleet Foxes produce could easily come from another (better) era is one huge credit. The power of the vocal harmonies throughout the entire album but especially on tracks "Your Protector" and "Ragged Wood" are enough to make this little lass weak at the knees. In it's entirety, the production of the album is flawless as each track moves into the next and before you even realise it, it's over. Waa.

3. Frightened Rabbit - Midnight Organ Fight

I had the pleasure of going on a pleasant little beach getaway with these guys earlier in the year. Having already fallen in love with rawness and masculine vulnerability that's put across so beautifully by lead singer Scott, I was intrigued to see how these sensitive, bearded, glasses wearing, unassuming boys from Glasgow would fair up amongst us brash and terminally drunk Aussies... they were great fun. And very funny (and wasn't just for their accents.)

This album has made me cry in the rain. There are too many highlights and amazing lyrics to note. It almost feels as if you're listening to excerpts from a post break up diary, perhaps even your own.

2. WHY? - Alopecia

"I only played chess once in my life and I lost." Front man Yoni’s bouncy, rap-minded delivery, with tongue-twisting lines about syphilis and the sound of high heels on marble are a forceful and honest stream-of-consciousness not to be reckoned with. Fucking genius stuff. Highlights include “These Few Presidents”, “The Hollows” and “A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under” along with every other track on the album.

1. Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago

I, Sunni Hart hereby guarantee from this moment on, until the end of history that I will never, ever get sick of this album. It is one of the most relative and beautiful pieces of art I’ve come across. Justin Vernon’s falsetto melts my face off in such an inoffensive and welcomed way every time. With “re: Stacks” playing in my headphones as I flew over the Pacific Ocean on my way home from America, I looked out the window at the dotted clouds below me knowing that the remaining months of 2008 were going to be turbulent and relentless. They were and this was the soundtrack to it all. Justin Vernon exudes such a strong sense of loneliness and remoteness that speaks volumes to anybody who has ever felt the same (he sequestered himself in a remote cabin for four snowy months and in that time wrote most of this For Emma.) He gives a soulful performance full of intuitive swells and fades, his phrasing and pronunciation making his voice as much of an instrument as his guitar. I’d like to thank Pat for showing me the light.







Happy New Year everybody. xx

LILY AND THE WILLOW

Photography: Saskia Wilson

Styling: Sunni Hart