The Pretty Reckless return this month with GOING TO HELL, their second studio album, after an extended period of touring and the title is, in part, a defiant sneer at the chain of events that ocurred during its making.
Those tracking shots look familiar…. yes, it’s another sequel for the robot franchise and this time dinosaurs and Mark Wahlberg get in on the action. Say hello to the first trailer for Transformers 4: Age of Extinction. T-Rex as a huge, steel exo-skeleton or a perodactyl bigger than a building? Sure, why the hell not!
This song (and its very simple accompanying video) moved us almost to tears. Stripped back to showcase MNEK’s vocals, it wouldn’t be too far for comparisons to Stevie Wonder to creep through. That’s a big claim and we’re sticking by it. MNEK is one of the most talented singer/songwriter/producers out there and this goes beyond proving it.
Sean Teale, the 21 year old Londoner, burst onto British TV screens as Nick Levan in Skins in 2011 and since then he’s been keeping himself with busy in roles that run from biblical to the sci-fi. Recently he garnered a place in the ITV show, Mr Selfridge, which you can catch, along with a staggering 7 million other viewers, on Sunday nights.
Never one to shy away from subtle, Ashish presented us with another loud glittering affair for Autumn/Winter. Primary inspiration coming from a prom queen having been out all night and finally staggering her way home – bedraggled hair and smudgy bright pink eyes in tow.
Sunday saw once again one of the most anticipated catwalks of any Fashion Week season – by Topshop Unique. Not only because the clothes we see will be instore in Topshop for all to buy – but as years gone by have dictated Topshop’s reign of the high street, a primary inspiration for women and high school girls up and down the country.
If, like me, you thought 21 Jump St was going to be an unmitigated disaster only to then choke on popcorn and have soda come out your nose as you pounded the armrests with laughter, then come hold my hand. Let’s call a prayer circle and chant for 22 Jump St being as amusing as its predecessor.
‘Debauched Debutantes’ meant bad girls had crashed the Upper East Side party, this Autumn/ Winter at House of Holland. Ruling the catwalk was a theme somewhere between pretentious opulence and flash trash -’Rich Bitch’ slogans were sprawled across chests and clutches, appropriately and unsubtly setting the tone of a coming of age society cocktail party, all paid for on daddy’s card, of course.