argh.

Eyjafjallajokull. I blame you for the last few days of silence. And delaying our return from paradis by a week. And stranding a group of lithe canadian skater boys at our resort. I love you Eyjafjallajokull.

Flying back soon, last installment of photos including Percy the 'pervy chameleon' who spends his life perched beside the hotel's ladies' toilet, beady eye rotating in ectasy.






















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the falls

Lincus took us all over the island today, including a 2 hour treck through tropical forest, dive in a waterfall and ride (well, stand) on a massive derelict air liner in an abandoned air field. I know a girl who would've loved the latter. Too tired to babble, here are the fotes x

day three

Day three already and my mind feels clearer than it has in months. 7 months to be precise. Out with lincus for the day to check out some sulphur springs, but first a few choons epitomizing Grenadian life (and two newly rediscovered others: both about minge, both old skl punk rock, both awesome). Oh and a snap of where I'm blogging from.

Elephant Man - Nuh Linga
Shaba Ranks - Mr Lover Man
Buju Banton : Boom Bye Bye
Sizzla - Give Me A Try
Marlon Asher - Ganja Farmer
Eek A Mouse - Ganja Smuggling

Violent Delight - I Wish I Was A Girl
Say Anything - Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too

day two

Cotching with coco the dog, admiring heliconia, basket making with Terry, freaking out at day-time eclipses and chilling at aquarium bar.

welcome to the spice island...

So it's been two years since our last holiday en famille (involving a dinner-table fight between my brother & stepdad). I am however glad to report that my mother has, somewhat naively, opted for 'round two' in the lovely west Indian island that is Grenada. Part-Jamaican, part-Caribbean, it's inhabitants are some the most laid back people I've ever come accross, aswell as boasting a variety of awesome names: devon, kingston, lincus, jesta (with an 'a' not an 'er') and my personal favourite, boss. No shigs.

Anyway I've been messing around with virtual lenses, filters and films a little too much in the hope of compiling a photo-diary of the week. Peace out x

Day one: admiring our view of SW Grenada (and sexy wave action on alkalic basalt), walking up Grand Anse beach, swimming and other such generic holiday activities.

copy-cat. (it was that or 'miaow-miaow')

Speaking of creepers...or more specifically of TUK (i.e. renown leaders in teenage rockabilly footwear)...it's hard to ignore the extent to which Miu-Miu's latest cat emblazened heels resemble those of TUK's infamous polka wedge platforms.

Granted it's quite an iconic style. But the proportions? The print? The buckled strap? Needless to say the 16 year old emo in me is outraged. Had i known this would happen i would never have pawned my TUK ones off for a mere £15 to some wannabe goth kid on eBay.

For-warning in the future please Miuccia! Oh, and a pair of the following as recompense.

brothel creepin'

Brothel creepers. I own two pairs of these babies - both black suede, both double platformed, one pair in my size, the other two smaller. Adored equally, naturally.

Since Armand Basi One's LFW A/W '09 show (featuring creepers by George Cox for the British Boot Company) these bad boys appear to have escaped their Camden lair and infested the manicured streets of West London (even Whisky Mist, albeit on the feet of a certain miss Dellal). Creepers seemingly divide the masses: some say Teddy Boy, others Emily Strange, i say 'stranded emo perched on a giant rock'. It's all gravy.

Either way it appears that creepers are here to stay - Bape and Ambush have joined forces to create a re-buffed version of the old classic in a variety of colours and materials (i.e. pony hair, for the pony step lot). Okay so they're a little nu-rave (who knew Stabilo Boss did leopard print?), but something about them appeals to the 15 year old skater within me. Perhaps it's the low rise back, or that star logo that fills me with the nostalgia of teenage lusting for Tom Delonge/Adam Lazzara/Jordan Pundik (despite his nasalness)?

Whatever it is, these creepers rock because they're not an an attempt at edgy 'grunge glam' styling. They are what they are - pure unadulterated, unpretentious fun. In a californian skate park. With nachos and jokes about faeces and 'your mom'. Far out man. x

(Available from Bape stores worldwide starting this weekend)

Tibetan Claw Ring...

Purchase of the day....this authentic Tibetan ring that attaches multiple times to the same finger! Alternate uses include grape peeling, tea stirring and finger puppetry.