You're so Vain...

...I bet you thought this perfume was named for you.

I had a blog before the hipsters did.

You All Knew I Was No Good...

I've had songs from Back to Black on my mind all day. When celebrities die - as they often do after year-long dalliances with drugs and booze- I don't usually feel very sad at all. They're a dime a dozen. But Winehouse was one of my favourite artists this decade, arguably one of the most talented musicians to emerge since Ella Fitzgerald and Janis Joplin, and a major fuck-up. A beautiful, tragic fuck-up, almost. Great biography material. Now, with her untimely but inevitable death on Saturday, the troubled soul singer from London has joined Kurt Cobain, Joplin, Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix as the newest addition to the infamous '27 Club.'

As a tribute to Winehouse, her official website now displays only this photograph of the late singer, in memory of her rapid rise and tragic fall.

A Queen's Sympathies.

The Queen of England has sent condolences to the Norwegian people on behalf of the Duke of Edinburgh and Her Royal Highness following Friday's tragedy.

To King Harald of Norway she wrote the following: "I am deeply saddened and shocked by the tragic loss of life of so many people on the island of Utoya and in Oslo."

The Royal Norwegian Embassy in Belgrave Square, central London, flies the nation's flag at half-mast.

                                          That awkward moment when...

...the psychic fair gets cancelled.

courtesy: thatawkwardmoment.co.uk

The Truth is...

...anyone can blog.

Elle & Dakota

When pretty blonde picture-sisters Elle and Dakota Fanning sat for VOGUE's annual Age Issue they each took on very different seating arrangements for their debut portrait.

Dakota (17) and Elle (13) have been working in the spotlight since toddlerhood. It was only a matter of time before powerful agents of glamour Marc Jacobs and department store Bloomingdales snapped up Dakota's fresh-faced youthful look to promote a new fragrance, Oh, Lola!

When you choose to do this with your life, you’re in the public and people watch you. But I’d rather do this than not.

Not even an awkward silence to speak of.

I fear  that I am halved.

at last, could you call it sobriety?

It is a cool, brown season now.

In this mild north

I’ll curl into my hedgehog self,

oft snout hid in a prickly fist.

Primal Places.

                In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

                A stately pleasure-dome decree:

                Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

                Through caverns measureless to man

                Down to a sunless sea.