Sunday, alas. A good old bit of comfort apparel (thanks dov charney, for all your alleged sexual harrasment cases, you make damn good clothes).The most sitting up I did all day was to attempt to recieve takeaway pizza (failed) ice cream (good). By the by, I generally get anyone who tends to be around and about at the time to document these things, so it's a plethora of different people 'behind the camera'... It generally tends to be my humble abode, and this is more specifically my bed. The reason I'm choosing something so completely banal to 'blog' about, is that I find the whole concept stupid anyhow, so may as well strike the heart of stupidity, so to speak... Oh well, here goes a huuungover me.

After drunkenly deciding that I do actually have THE most silly wardrobe known to man, and often forget which clothes I fall into everyday, I have decided to create a daily clothes blog. Essentially this shall just be pictures of me every single day in what I'm wearing. Hopefully not american apparel style photos, but certainly featuring their clothes. A lot. An awwwful lot.

Anyhow, to begin with, I went to see the wonderfully amazing brodinski at the rainbow on saturday night, and then just wandered into the custard factory afterwards to catch the last of erol alkan's set, which was pretty darn ace... This was the wonderful mint green ensemble that accompanied me, along with a bottle of wine, a few too many beers, a certain amount of gin and tonics. AND NOTHING ELSE. Well.

and from the rather whimsical looking side...



Sunday's hangover pictures shall perhaps be posted later...

With complex circuits and such like the things I understood perfectly when I was ten, but those which now take me through the process of trial and error to be learning about again. Things especially with allen and heath zone 1d on their front. Ahhh yes. Ableton live, you have truly met your match. No longer will I suffer from repetitive strain injuries and headaches whilst trying to move tiny little  virtual sliders about the place like little despots. Lovely.

I wish I was a robot, like in that daft punk film.