Teenage Kicks

You know I keep everything right? I found a bunch of magazine pages that I used to have on my wall at school the other day - I used to have hundreds of pages from magazines torn out and I kept them to move them from room to room, (kind of similar to how I tinker with my space in this house now I suppose).

I just put them up with a bit of neon tape, which frankly is quite acid house - so in keeping with the era I think. I would have soooo loved washi tape back then.





It's quite a strange little selection that has survived tucked away in a manilla folder. Funny that in many ways my taste hasn't changed. I like snap-shot style images, caught moments, words, page layouts. Just putting these up now I noticed that the shots of the girl that it looks like I was obsessed were shot by Juergen Teller; a photographer that I've always liked, but I'm sure I wouldn't have recognised his name back then. The dart board is an old KISS fm poster from when it first became a legal radio station and the money is the £1,000,000 that the KLF set fire to.

This post is dedicated to my GREAT friend and fellow partner in teenage crimes EMILY (mother of George and Mila). Who is 36 today (which means I'm exactly 36 and half).
Every year we write in each others cards in shock that we've known each other for XX years… well now it's 20 years my dear friend, and those monumental teenage days and experiences; so much fun and angst are a long time gone, but yet… still us, still fresh.

While writing this I've been listening to The White Room by the KLF; one of the soundtracks to our teenage years. Two quotes (it's teenage habit that is hard to let go of; and a bit of a Emily/Alexis special - quoting lines from songs…)

"WHAT TIME IS LOVE! WOO WOO. I WANNA SEE YOU SWEAT."

"I hum this tune to all the girls I've know, should I care about the chances I've blown?"

Signing off, with a little tear in my eye. XX