What wouldn’t you do for art?
No more secrets. Because, it turns out, that beneath every narcissistic front, beneath every megalomaniac and self-centred tendency, beneath every one of my flaws and
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lets turn to the stars together
Spoooky season is here. Unleash that inner satanic spirit, and get in the groove. Your favourite pre-Christian prophet is here to give you the only advice that matters: fashion advice.
Welcome back, young and old, fresh and stale *ahem* not-so-fresh
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Fine: but don’t ask me to use JURISPRUDENCE in a sentence….
It’s 3.03am and the party has only just begun. That is, the pre-teen festival that has taken over Homer’s abode. I, on the other hand, sweet listeners, will be chilling the f*ck out and letting those raging hormones and unleashed teen angst reek some havoc on Homer’s pad- serves him right for trying to chase me off of his property!
Lockdown angst, expressed through the medium of (slightly self-indulgent) collage and poetry.
Looking for love, inspiration, that much needed dose of nebulous life advice? Try next-door, we just ran out of fortune cookies.
It’s 3.03 am and welcome back to The Witching Hour. Tonight we take a trip down memory lane, listen to some sexy tunes and talk about Aristotle….