Fifi's Blog - 16th November 2007

Retrieving information for this blog from my memory is proving difficult, much like the ability to roller skate after not having done so for years. A few of my friends and I went to the Absolut vodka party in Vauxhall to be greeted with bespoke sparkly skates and a semi empty dance floor ready to get our roll on/shuffle on. I used to be good back in 1990 when I got my yellow and red plastic Fischer Price skates which conveniently had a function to extend as your feet grew, I even advanced to the professional Baeur skates for the weekly roller disco in my early teens.

Evidently the rule for learning to ride a bike ‘once and for life’ does not apply to roller-skating. I managed to get one shot of us skating, that’s the one of the boot in the corner of the photo. I spent the rest of the time on the floor or skating away from men flashing their bits in toilets. So we failed miserably at skating but we discovered the ‘dance move disco booth’ where one could step into this glittery small disco room with light-up floor and dance to a video camera in the corner which was then displayed on a large wide screen television outside. (basically a diary room for dancers) Coffin Joe as always pulled out all the moves like something straight out of ‘Saturday Night Fever’ I pulled a few of my classic moves, raving with Peaches whilst a couple who were getting it on in the corner next to us carried on unaware of what was being displayed across the plasma outside.

On Thursday morning we flew to Munich for the European MTV awards. Unfortunately I didn’t get to document this with photos as much as I would have liked to. We caught our flight with 10 minutes to spare then arrived at the hotel where we slept for way longer than we should have. We were driven to the awards and quick marched out of the car onto a grass verge by a motorway. The numerous pink, pimped-out limos and hummers clogged the roads and our battered old taxi had no chance of survival let alone getting anywhere near the venue. Dumped and alone with the only German I knew being ‘meine hamster ist tot’ (‘my hamster is dead’ which was used for escaping german homework deadlines back in the day) we circled the stadium trying to find a way in. With minutes to spare (again) before the gates shut for the night, we realised the only way in was by scaling a 30 foot grass verge at a 45 degree angle on our hands and knees in dresses and heels then climbing over a metal fence to arrive at the awards. I only took one photo of the awards ceremony as we took to our seats. I did manage to take a fan snap of Peaches and Boris Becker, you can tell who the fan was and who wasn’t. The end of the night took us to an after party in a aeroplane hanger where we were once again thrown into the black of the night by a field. It eventually got better, New Young Pony Club took to the stage and our good friend Jamie ‘wrecking ball’ Reynolds Dj’d 1997 r’n’b hits where we danced away on stage. Between making friends with the amazing cabaret act (and more importantly their dressing up box) ‘le gateau chocolat’ backstage I spent the majority of my evening on the helta skelta grazing my elbows. The only part of Munich I got to see was the motorway and the field in the black of the night that we were dumped in ? Homeward bound to London Heathrow the following day, where we ‘celebrate the burger’ and Peaches sticks fries up her nose.

Fifi's First Blog - 29th October 2007

So I came back from a recuperation period in Sussex where I spent the weekend with my dog Floyd, a horse called 'Velvet nose', some trees, grass and a lake. I drove back up to London with my sister playing with my new camera but ended up mainly recording videos of myself saying sorry to my best friend who I'd fallen out with. It amused me for the journey. I'm easily amused.

Autumn/Winter has arrived in London. London Fashion week had also arrived, too many parties, mostly bad, some good. Some friends of a friend who are consequently now my friend's were over from New York so we were mainly entertaining or at least attempting to entertain them. I think we might have failed (sorry to the Misshapes) Turns out our lives aren't as exciting as we thought. We spent most of the week hanging at 'The Big Chill' where my friend Dev lives, we normally hang out there, surf the internet, listen to Eminem and the boys jam. The furthest we took the New York crew was to the Diner on Curtain Road, Shoreditch where my friends and I seem to frequent at least twice a week. I think we took them 3 nights over the course of the week. Whoops. It has become so embarrassing for my friend Dev to enter because the staff give him strange looks and they know his exact order (Cajun chicken burger with fries). Every night we eat there, without fail we are left with napkins and plates covered in tomatoes, lettuce, onion, gherkins. Basically the only part of the burger that isn't the burger or the bun. Our bad.

We do go to a few parties over the week; Patrick plays the FrostFrench party alongside Florence and the Machine. Patrick's sporting a neon blue wig and threatens to dye his hair blue for real. We also attend the Matthew Williamson, I-D magazine, PPQ, and Boombox book launch sponsored by MAC. The end of week takes us to SEone a warehouse nightclub in London Bridge for the Insomniacs Ball where Uffie, Ox Eagle Lion Man and various others take to the stage. Good times minus the £80 bottles of vodka.