Horsegalore

Oh and as promised...my friend who auctioned as a horse...sold for £50!
Woop woop.
Other highlight of the night: the Malaysian dance to Single ladies by Beyonce. Priceless.

Haiti Earthquake Fundraiser @ Roundhouse

Yesterday was a rainy day. It was also a busy day for the music and film industries. Whilst “Alice in Wonderland” was making its big debut in Leicester square, Camden’s Roundhouse was hosting a fundraiser for Haiti. Luckily, I got a ticket to the concert as soon as I heard I Blame Coco was playing. The show started at 6.30 pm but of course, I was still lying on my sofa at 7 pm. I didn’t sleep much the night before and was very reluctant of going. But hey, it was a charity event and so many big artists were playing. My friend picked me up in her mini (thank god for the car!), but we were a long way from our ultimate destination. It’s in times like these where you praise technology! Indeed, I must say, the iphone came quite handy as Camden is a long way from the Frog pond. After 40 minutes of going too far east and too far west, we finally arrive at this huge warehouse. Welcome to Roundhouse. Some people are dressed indie-like and some just came from work. I can hear the echo of the music and desperately want to go upstairs. But my purple coat is being a bother and I have to check it in. I then sprint to Level 1, where the standing area is. The room is full of people sipping beer (yes, sipping, this is a civilised event) and casually listening to the music. A shake of the head on the left, a shake of the head on the right, I’m surprised nobody is going wild or bouncing around. I don’t recognise the person on stage, apparently she’s a comedian. She seems more drunk than funny…well, actually, that was the funny part: she was telling all this personal stuff about her divorce and all. Some people have issues that the world doesn’t need to know about. Maybe it was part of the act. Anyway, she announces that her 30-minutes are up, making me happy that we’ve just arrived. She introduces Mr Hudson (peculiar name). You know, that blond dude who sings with Jay-Z and N-Dubz. He’s quite the classy type of man, and as I get closer to the stage (little people have acquired this technique of getting ahead in concerts), I realise that Mr Hudson is quite a good-looking lad. His voice is quite cool too but he only stays for two or three songs. After a couple of other artists whose names are unknown to me finish their songs, KT Tunstall comes on stage. Her dimples are very cute and you can imagine that she has a fun personality. She’s what we call a real musician as she can play so many instruments. Although KT doesn’t play her most famous songs, her new material is just as good. Her co-guitarist is also someone to watch out, he was very stylish with these cool earrings and could really bust a move. Other acts that just blew my mind was Paul Weller. I had heard his name before but not his music. However, just by looking at the crowd going wild, I knew he was a legend, and what a legend he was. He had a really cool haircut too, a bit like a character in Star Trek. I love live music because when it’s really good, you can get the chills. The guy must be 60 but he still has it and can play the guitar amazingly. I love it when musicians go crazy and do wild movements. It was like the girl from the Magic Numbers who were there that night. She was amazing. Her long hippie hair and guitar skills blew me away. I must must find a video!
I also have to mention I Blame Coco. I did pay 40 pounds to go and see them...So when they announced I Blame Coco, I cheered until I had no more voice. I was so happy that I was literally in the front row. One of my aims in life: be in the front row at a concert. Coco came in, quite shyly – who wouldn’t be shitting themselves in front of a thousand people? – with these really cool boots. She has the most amazing voice ever. It’s a bit like her dad Sting but her style is more reggae. I discovered her music last November when I was researching information for my interview with Eddie Redmayne. I stumbled upon this Burberry ad with her and him in it. I was convinced she was that girl from Estee Lauder, and thanks to youtube, I realised that in fact, she was an 18 year old who had her own band. You really don’t expect her to have such a powerful and deep voice. I definitely recommend you to check out the following songs: Never be, Look the other way, No smile, Bohemian Love (which she sings with Pete Doherty), Kato...
She just released her first single “Caesar” – go and check it out now!!
The funny story is that at the end of the show, I was going down the stairs and she was behind me. I froze!
The concert ended with Seasick Steve, a 70-something Southern music hero and his drummer (I actually thought the former was having a heart attack...). It was really entertaining...I’m too tired to write more as again, I didn’t sleep much...all I can leave you with is a couple of pics and videos..enjoy!

Wake-Up Call

Ok people (or person..depending on the number of readers..). I have decided to stop planning my blogs and to just write whenever I feel like it. I'm in my bed right now, the lights are off and I was about to start a fabulous dream when inspiration came knocking at my door. If we were in a cartoon, the bulb would have illuminated. Ting.

I thought of my blog and how I should write random stuff because let's be honest, I spend my life talking about the most random events and topics that occur during my day. For example, yesterday, I came home late in the evening to find my mum reading a book about Sex tips from a Call Girl (je m'excuse d'avance ma chere maman...mais c'est pour rigoler) Yes. Was I shocked? Hmm not really (She used to read Simone de Beauvoir in the 10th grade (for literary purposes of course...), c'est pour tout vous dire!)
She had received a party bag (apparently) with two books in it: one about housewife duties and the other one about naughty, naughty activities. Not to my surprise, the book about how to remove stains was no where to be found but under a pile of old magazines. Untouched. However, on the other hand, my mum couldn't stop giggling and quoting lines from the other infamous "guide"..."Oh do you think this way of seducing works?" She starts doing an exaggeration of batting eyes...it was quite sweet. She claims that the book is harder to read than a philosophy novel and requires two readings at least and a dictionary (language barrier?)
Why am I telling you all of this? Oh yeah. Because it's a random episode and I wanted to share it with you. My mum is a funny person.
Anyhow, it's late and I'm suppose to pass a test tomorrow that will determine my ultimate future. Bugger. But I can't stop writing. At least it's in the afternoon...I'm not very good with early mornings. On another subject...
Does anyone have these really weird dreams where you wake up wondering "wtf mate?"? It happened to me yesterday. Weird, weird, weird. Generally, I tend not to remember dreams. This time was strange, there's always a peculiar mix of people involved. What I hate the most in dreams is when everything is perfect and then you wake up and realise it was just a dream. There's this kind of frustration that comes out of it. I'm sure everyone has had this at least once in their life...One example goes way back, when I was a neo-teenager aka 13...those were the days when I had a huge crush on someone I had never met before (always the worse)...Orlando Bloom. (It was the elf ears and the long blond hair. Definitely.) I dreamt we were going out!! Imagine a 13 year old with a 26 year old. Ew. Not cool. The funny part was that three years later, I saw Orlando next to my school snogging Kate Bosworth. Fear not, I did not run upto them and break their embrace whilst crying "WHY?". It actually made me laugh. Anyway, coming back to the dream, I woke up, was in a great mood..and bam. Reality hit me. The sadness, the disapointment...people, don't go too far away from real life! It's not good for your mental health. Ok I'm ending the blabbling about dreams. Dodo. Goodnight.

Coming up... AMcQ, my friend being auctioned in a horse costume, I Blame Coco, these awful Chanel Bags, Interview with Eddie R., and erm fancy a snog?

Where The Wild Things Are...Still looking

More of a yawn than a yay


When I first saw the trailer of WTWA, I was won over by Arcade Fire’s song “Wake up”. Even though I had never actually read the children’s book by Maurice Sendiak, I was so excited to see the film version of this all-time favorite. Who knew I could get so agitated by a boy bouncing around in an old wolf costume with his imaginary friends. Convinced it would be a feel-good movie, I dragged my two brothers to the cinema. The film started well as we feel sorry for lonely 9 year old Max, who doesn’t seem to fit in. One night, the little boy gets seriously angry when his mum who’s too busy with her boyfriend doesn’t come and see the fort that he has built in his room. They get into a fight and Max runs away. He wanders in the streets, finds a boat out of nowhere and sails away to his own imaginary world. A world full of bizarre creatures who at first seek to eat him. Fortunately, Max persuades them that he is in fact their new king and instead of ending his life, they should “let the wild rumpus begin!” He promises to rule the kingdom and to make everyone happy.
The rest of the film is a bit slow as we just witness how Max tries to be king in such a chaotic world. The creatures, who are emotionally wild, start disagreeing with each other, which leads to a big fight between the boy and one of the creatures, Carol. Max therefore decides to go home and at the end, he eventually makes up with Carol. He returns to his house where his mum feeds him dinner. The end. My verdict? The film could have been better. Much, much better. Even though I appreciated the hidden meanings and metaphors of the story, I must insist upon the slow pace of it. Just thirty minutes into the film, my brother on my right was already fast asleep and slightly snoring. On my left side, my other brother was ironically giving me the thumbs up. “Thank you for taking us, this was such a good idea. Not”. In my view, the only elements that “saved” the film from being a disaster were:



a. The amazing soundtrack. Karen O (the Yeah Yeah Yeahs) and the Kids deliver an outstanding set list of songs, which gives this monotonous movie a bit of edge.
Best songs include: All is Love, Hideaway, Worried Shoes and Heads up.

b. Max Records, aka Max, who reminds me of a young Macaulay Culkin. His performance is very convincing, you just want to give him a hug and also buy a lama jumper (they are very cool!). Haha. How can such a small person have so much energy? People, be sure to watch out for this new rising star!


c. The dog-chasing scene. Probably the only wild thing in the movie. The scene was so intense and violent that we were really under the impression that we, the spectators, were actually chasing the dog.

2 out of 5 munchkins

F is for...

Film. I have always wanted to do a blog on film. From Disney's "The Lion King" to Hitchcock's "Rear window", I have been brainwashed by the Film industry from a very young age. Needless to say, I HEART Film. Through this blog, I will give you my honest opinion on films, regardless of the number of entries it makes...
Fashion. Fashion-fruit. Fashionista. For some unknown reason, I feel that fashion goes well with film. So voila. Bring on the catwalks!
French. (Fries?) Ah. The French...the ones we love to hate. I am French but was raised in London and will therefore occasionally refer to this lovely country of fromage, wine and Catherine Deneuve. Frogtastic! Give this blog the French touch it needs..
Fuck. I just had to find a fourth F. This one just came about through frustration (there are unquestionably a lot of Fs in here, it's giving me a headache). Whether they missed their train by a minute or their cigarette burned their new YSL bag, the French just love to let out a little "oh putain!" from time to time. The good news is that they have (nearly) become accustomed to the English language and have recently acquired the word "fuck" with a slight accent. So to all the French out there, "fuck!"