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At certain times of the year, it’s cheaper to go abroad than it is to get the train to Edinburgh… and quicker too… Five. Hour. Train. Journey.

But I can’t not go home in August.  August in Edinburgh means 2 things… a very slim hope of a sliver of sunshine and the Edinburgh Festival!  I ordered my festival catalogue as soon as it became available back in July and have been giving myself goggle eyes by trying to read every review written since this year’s festival kicked off 2 weeks ago to try and ensure that I don’t end up seeing any duds.  Phew, it’s actually quite hard work trying to plan an action packed 4 day trip which includes shows, friends, art, bars, family, music, food and night buses.

Still, that should give me time to fit in a few of my favourites:

Tigerlily

The Outsider

Missoni bar

How can I smuggle out this Missoni chair?

The Forth Floor Bar

The Dome

It’s a shame that Jacq’s poster isn’t still on Multrees Walk… I quite liked being the sister of one of the faces of Edinburgh

Eurgh… rain. Definitely not one of my favourites, but it’s pretty much guaranteed in Scotland. Probably the reason I spend so much of my time at home in bars…?

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Sorry this is so late. Moving flat has taken over my life.  And I didn’t have my broadband up till yesterday…

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Wandering around nosing at costumes and prop, I thought I’d given myself a good idea of what to expect at the Jez Eaton Trashion show. I’d sort of envisioned a more glamorous version of Derelicte, complete with a Hansel intervention; Jez might even be wearing a piano key necktie…

But no.

Pre-show, everyone appeared to be calm.  Make up artists attacked rows of models with various powders and creams while hair stylists asphyxiated everyone within a 15 metre radius.  Strange props filled every surface, blown up rubber glove balloons, rolls of hazard tape and feather duster antennae took up one corner, while another was consumed by a crinoline of Cindy dolls in what looked like a gigantic cheerleader formation.  Elsewhere a model was having a beret affixed to her head at a suitably jaunty angle.  Looking closer, I noticed the beret was made entirely of sanitary towels. There was even a sanitary towel bow!  Time to sit down before I break something…

Instead of the usual ‘reserved’ signs that you’d expect on the seats of a fashion show, guests to Jez’s show were greeted with a packet of Kettle Chips,  they were everywhere, a packet on every seat in a variety of flavours. These came in very handy during the 30 minute delay to the start of the show. Who doesn’t idly eat when faced with snacks and waiting time?

When the show finally commenced, it was to an absolutely eye-popping start. Musical duo My Bad Sister wrestled each other down the length of the catwalk, clad in black micro-mini playsuits made entirely of bin liners. Looking like a feisty pair at the best of times, the girls stunned the crowd by literally tearing strips off each other, leaving black bin liner trailing in their wake as they left the stage.  This was closely followed by a change of pace as the auditorium of the Brighton Corn Exchange was filled by the sounds of Goldfrapp, while a troop of models dressed in Lidl’s finest took to the stage. Not since Jason Donovan turned up in the Iceland adverts has a budget supermarket looked so attractive. Mini dresses, kimonos and even a hooded shrug were all adorned with the not normal enticing Lidl logo.

Another tempo change and a sombre couple emerged performing a slow Tango. More bin liners were used, fashioned into a shiny cummerbund and voluminous bolero for the male, while a head dress made from black rope and wire, eerily reminiscent of the Medusa was attached to the head of his partner.

60’s prom dresses were next, printed with the instantly recognisable Ariel Powder logo. These were topped off with retro pink wigs and glassy-eye stares as the colourful model-dolls slowly shoop-shooped down the aisle at a zombie-like speed while old film clips were projected onto the backdrop.

A roller skating can-can was performed by a cheerful trio dressed entirely in clothing made from sanitary towels. The aforementioned beret was accompanied by a short swing jacket and an arm muff. The effect was not too dissimilar from the puffa jacket trend that lingered around the 90’s but was, surprisingly, much more attractive.  A precarious moment ensued when it looked like a skater might have been undone by her own fancy footwork, but thankfully, this wasn’t to be. Not that she’d have felt the fall…

The jovial mood was shattered when the stage was invaded by a truly terrifying Poseidon-like creature. A towering 7ft half-man, half-sea monster, complete with trailing bubble wrap tentacles, horned head dress and McQueen style lobster shoes. And to think I used to think Ursula from The Little Mermaid was scary. The menacing  song ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ is now a lullaby in comparison.  The monster was followed down the catwalk by 2 writhing females, clad only (only!) in the skimpiest and sheerest of cling film bandeau dresses. I can’t imagine anyone wearing this down the Pitcher and Piano, I don’t care how even your fake tan is.

Now as someone with naturally curly hair, I’m never without my umbrella, but I’ve never seen so many put to such spectacular use as I did tonight. Worn by two sets of models, the first a group of solemn females shuffling down the catwalk  looking like a cross between Victorian ghosts and the Scottish Widow, while the second set of baby pink and white creations were worn by 3 drag artists who danced and sang while twirling their umbrella skirts.  The Cindy doll crinoline was next, worn with a pair of hot pink DM’s and accessorised by a bouquet of flowers consisting of stems topped with Cindy doll heads. Who hasn’t given themselves a fright when their doll’s head popped off when they were younger?  Not this girl.  The bouquet was the kind of creepy artefact you’d find in the room of a haunted nursery while you were chased screaming into the distance by knife-wielding twins.

Chain mail dresses made entirely of condom packets took on a gladiatorial vibe, rubber gloves became bandeau tops, sponges become head dresses, and a metal pan scourer became a bow as Jez Eaton took household items and used them in arrestingly different ways.

Bridesmaid’s dresses are notoriously unattractive as brides hate to be upstage, but I can’t imagine anything beating the dress which followed Jez Eaton’s model bride which was constructed from rolls of toilet roll, unravelling and wafting behind her as she made her way down the aisle. A tasteful headdress made from a further 6 rolls completed the look.

Without a doubt, the show stopper of the entire collection was an outfit which appeared to be based on the Virgin Mary.  This was an outfit that would outshine the baby Jesus in any nativity. A headdress made from a paper doily was haloed with fairy lights.  Empty cupcake cases formed shoulder straps and a full skirt was constructed by a frame covered in Chinese fairy lanterns, which shone as the model slowly and steadily paced herself down the aisle.  The lanterns lit the darkened catwalk giving the model an ethereal glow.  The model looked painfully aware of the potential for electrical catastrophe that could befall her as the lanterns swung from side to side as she walked… no one wants to be thrown from a catwalk by the weight of their own overexcited light bulbs.

And before I knew it, it was over. All good things come to an end, and Jez Eaton’s Trashion show was without a doubt a very good thing.  Inspiration obviously strikes the Brighton based artist and designer at the most unexpected of times and if she can get this excited by recycling, I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next.

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… yup Little J.  Meet you outside at 11am?

Sadly for Little J, Nate had to cancel, but luckily for me, Big J (Jacq) didn’t.

I can’t say I’m the most dedicated fan of Tim Burton’s work, having only seen a handful of his films, but when I found out that I was in New York for the last weekend that Tim Burton was exhibiting at the Museum of Modern Art, I signed up immediately.

After a ‘Welcome back to New York’ breakfast of brioche French toast at my favourite breakfast cafe Pershing Square, we trooped over to MoMA only stopping to stare with a sinking heart at the queue which was snaking around the block.  Thank god we booked our tickets online and were allowed to smugly skip the queue! (Although I didn’t feel quite so smug when the ash cloud threatened the entire trip and we were facing wasted tickets…).

Once inside, we were treated to the entire range of Tim’s creative work, from scrappy sketches on bar napkins to music videos. The exhibition explored the timeline of his career starting with his doodles in school books which display his distinctive style even at a very early age, to collections of paintings, storyboards, moving image works, maquettes, conceptual art and cinematic paraphenalia.

With a larger collection of stripes than a Breton show room, the dark, comic angst that runs through Tim’s films was evident in full force from even his earliest work. Crazy cartoon strips and sarcastic humour showed us a man stifled by his home town who managed to break out without changing the basics elements of his style to become one of the most recognisable film makers of this generation.

And I wish I could’ve taken some photos to show you just how awesome the exhibition was, but I seriously suspect that I’d have been rubgy tackled by the militantly strict bouncers and thrown out on my ear.

Ah, true love… courtesy of Tim Burton.

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Thank god that bloody volcano piped down! Off for a jaunt to New York with Jacq for a long weekend.

Cue lots of shopping, eating, drinking and erm… spending(!)

Times Square from the back of a yellow cab.

Donaldson and Stam in Bryant Park. Sigh!

Taxi!!

Back soon… x

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