A couple of weeks ago I took to Twitter to lament the loss of hipster credentials, here’s the back-story.
On the
flight to Brisvegas (for the launch of my Jean Brown window), Imelda was jammin’ to the in-flight
radio broadcast when suddenly mah eardrums were introduced to the
musical hauteness that is Florence and the Machine.
WOW!
me thinks, as I frantically check the in-flight guide to find out who or what
Florence and the Machine are and wondering whether the entire album sounded
like Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up).
Returning
home (from the sunshine state) with my hipster credentials in the crapper, I
made haste to da information super highway whereby I discovered (and
subsequently made best friends with) Lungs.
Then this morning while Yum Yum scrubbed down my plant-a-warts (and Imelda tried to re-acquaint herself with all things hipster by watching indie video clips) I caught sight of the ‘Drumming Song’.
Although
I slid out of my petty pants with excitement Imelda now felt like the Queen of
the Luddites, because not only had I not realized the Drumming Song was a single
but I had no idea there was a video clip with a killer Raphael Young shoe
cameo.
The
‘Drumming Song’ has become somewhat an anthem (in the Palace of Despotism), the
seductive tribal drum beats are ideal for clubbing Yum Yum or a round of
interruptive transcendental liturgical dance, or on a good ‘luude day, interpretive
liturgical clubbing.
With
the walls pounding (to the Drumming Song) I spun around, my fists clenched, but
Yum Yum had already ducked and rolled.
Anyhoo…I’m
kind of hoping that I’m not the last person in the world to catch on to
Florence and the Machine and that the Drumming Song inspires you to beat your
indentured house serfs into a coma.
It’s
been a morning of surprises; while I was trawling FF I stumbled across these
pictures of Daphne Guinness (and Amanda
Lepore) werqin’ Alexander McQueen's S/S10 stits.
I’ve long thought (and been
told) Guinness is the physical manifestation of the Despotic Queen and her because of her ability to werq only the fiercest stits Guinness has earned a high-ranking five
star commission in the Order of Imelda.
For sometime I’ve been meaning
to gush about Guinness (and her zealot-like commitment to giving good shoe) but
people the at The Cu(n)t have beaten me it to it with this great POST…but they
don’t offer a set complementary of steak knives, do they?
Daphne, welcome my Imeldettes have a lot to learn and your complementary steak knives are in the mail.










My hipster cred has been in the crapper for years. Pathetic! I need a few liturgical knocks to get back on track.
Posted by: fashion herald | November 14, 2009 at 05:14 PM
I wish Daphne would fall and break her hip.
Posted by: Sister Wolf | November 14, 2009 at 07:09 PM
she has actually managed to make Amanda Lepore look under-dressed.
did you see the styling credits to that lady gaga video on nicola formichetti's blog? it's a satisfying list. i'm not linking, god knows what kind of commenting rules i'm breaking already!
Posted by: SwanDiamondRose | November 14, 2009 at 10:03 PM
I adore Daphne! She's such an icon. I have boundless respect for anyone with that much dedication to vertiginous, impractical shoes.
Posted by: Nadia - The Animal Orchestra | November 15, 2009 at 09:19 AM