Tuesday, 26 January 2010

A stumbling review.

The Olive Press, Preston

First, I want to extend a wonderfully heartfelt and affectionate Thank you to Nick Long. My boyfriend and best friend for 4 fantastic years. I can't wait for the many, many more we'll have together!

Starting at a bar in Preston by the name of Fives, we headed to The Olive Press shortly after a G&T (or two!).

Not only was there welcome heat (little black dress and freezing January nights and not a great combo!) but also a nice welcome atmosphere. I'm a bit of an atmo-snob unfortunately, always hung up on whether an establishment is lacking of not. I wouldn't say the decor had any specific 'theme' as it were. not so much classy as cheery and open. I felt slightly over dressed but I wasn't uncomfortable.

We made our way downstairs to the main dining area, the staircase being the only way down there (to my knowledge) and being in full view of nearly everyone dining there, this is great if you're wearing something flattering, you're feeling particularly gorgeous and want everyone to see. Not so good if you're slightly self-conscious of the shoes you're wearing, the gin you've just had and the bright pink hair you know is impossible to notice - no matter how delicious your ravioli is!

Greeted by a cheery (but not cringe-worthy) waiter, we waited to be seated.

Now, I know it was the first thing I noticed when descending the stairs, I'm not sure if it was the first thing Nick noticed(I'm pretty sure it was!) but there was a rather large, hairy and intrusive bum-crack on show ahead of us. Next to a table for two. That we, of course, were lead to sit at.

Fortunately, Butt-Crack didn't stick around for long and we able to enjoy our appetisers in bottomhair-less serentiry.

The wine-list is superb! Ranging from the bleak whites to sublime reds and bubbles. As a I'm no way a fan of white or (ugh) rose we opted for a simple Merlot, it was quite delicious and very impressive for only the house wine.

I don't really want to embarrass him too much so I won't go into it too much, but after ordering we toasted our Anniversary and swapped our gifts. This year we had written something for each other. It's easy to admit that after reading the letter Nick had written for me, I fell just a little bit more in love with him...

Our appetisers came, a thin garlic bread with tomato and rosemary and hand-made hummus with flat bread. It was absolutely delicious! The garlic bread is especially worth a mention, it was tasty but surprisingly light. A perfect starter if you have a smaller appetite, as I do.

From the extensive and delectable menu I chose the Butternut Squash and Gorgonzola ravioli with pine nuts and sage. It sounded awesome but unfortunately it wasn't available (the waiter neglected to tell us at the beginning of the evening, but to be honest it was a slight over-sight and not really much of an inconvenience), I was offered a cannelloni of some sort, which was very nice. Nick went for the smoked salmon, baby plum tomato, caper, rocket and sour cream pizza. I wanted to eat it when it arrived. All of it.
We quite comfortably spent nearly 2 hours at our table, chatting over a knickerbocker glory and a double espresso.

The service was impeccable (except for the rather miserable waiter who paid our bill for us, maybe he didn't like the look of us...or the generous Boldtip we left.), the food was undeniable in it's quality, the prices we very reasonable (it barely cost us £55 for a bottle of (good) wine, two substantial appetisers, two generous main meals, side orders, coffee & desserts afterwards and a tip!).
The whole evening was utterly enjoyable, I would definitely love to go again.

I should love to write another bumbling review of Fives, the up-market bar we visited before and after our meal, but I admit we didn't spend much time taking in our surroundings...it's so easy to get lost in your lover's attention.




Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Video Shmideo! The Keyz - Don't Let Go

The videoshoot mention in a previous blog post is now a fully fledged video!

Check out The Keyz new video for 'Don't Let Go', show some love!



See the red-haired machoman punkster? My good friend Karl Englishby, the Rock Chicky with the red hair? My awesome, sexual bud and fellow model Kate Zwartouw!


Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Just a little Snow...again

Fun in the snow!

One thing you can do at 3:30am when you can't sleep! Built a righteous & bodacious Snow Babe!








Sorry folks, that's all for today! Can't blog when one has a full-on headache...!

Sunday, 10 January 2010

What not to think.

Alternative Modelling

I had planned today to help a friend out and their band by participating in a video shoot for their first video. I've been looking forward to this for weeks but, unfortunately, the flamin' snow has stopped me in my tracks. Again.

You see, I'm a Model. An 'Alternative' Model. To be fair, there are not many 'alternative' females today that aren't. Everyone has dabbled in it here and there. But I've been published (shameless self-promotion there, sorry!)!

I guess I should explain, for those maybe not as in-the-know, what Alternative Modelling actually is. It's pretty much just modelling...but outside of the 'usual' public image of models/modelling. It's a branch of the modelling industry that doesn't conform to the main-stream 'ideals' of beauty. Celebrating diversity in style, colour, size and orientation.

When I was in my later teens I discovered Alternative Models. Mainly via the internet but also as my interests leaned toward the more alternative lifestyle, I was drawn to more alternative magazines. Bizarre magazine is a shining example (I myself have appeared in this magazine on various occasions and in their Body Art 3 Book!). As I saw more, the more I wanted to be part of it. I'd been following a particular Photographers work through Myspace and DeviantArt, PhotosWithAttitude. His photos were colourful, explosive and, well, full of Attitude! The models he worked with were just the same.
I finally got the chance to work with him when I moved down to Buckinghamshire. I answered a MySpace bulletin of his requesting models for a particular project.
The rest, they say, is history! From that shoot I requested and was requested to work with other models and for publications. I've been doing it ever since...


But not all is a happy ending, I'm afraid.
Tell me, what do you think, today, when you read the words Alternative Model?
More and more Alternative Modelling is associated with porn. The majority of Alternative Models and Alternative Photographers are drawn to this side of the industry.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am not judging anyone on what they choose to do. Not one little bit.
I myself have in my portfolio Artistic Nude shots (strictly semi nude. Never full). These are all on my terms and I am comfortable with my body, my artistic ability and my photographer. But I would loathe to think that because of these, I am thought to be inclined to want to do Pornography.



More and more I find I am offered jobs that I would never even think of doing. Girl-on-Girl, sets for Alt. Porn sites such as Burning Angel and Dangerous Dolls.
I suppose I only have myself to blame. I associate myself with an industry that not many people know about in depth. Just like normal modelling, there are many different types of Alternative Modelling. Fashion, Glamour, Fetish, Lingerie, Artistic Nude, all the way up to Porn (or should that be Down...?)
It is increasingly difficult to sift through the offers of jobs for something to my specification.

Now, I'm not tarnishing the whole industry of Alternative Modelling. I've met some amazing and life-long friends through modelling, I've had some incredible opportunities(modelling for Vogue UK!) and flourished as a person, my confidence has soared! I'm just disgruntled that everything great always seems to end up ruined in some way or other. I now see in other peoples minds what Alternative Models are...Porn Stars. Red/Blue/Pink/Purple/Black haired, tattooed, pierced sirens only more than willing to get their kit off and give you a right good seeing to (someone else's words...NOT mine!).
I've had people assuming I'm something I'm not. You want an example or two? Okay;

My sister and I used to frequent The World's End pub in Camden, London. Every other Friday we'd go get lunch and then down a few in the grand ol' pub of Camden Town. We'd always have a rip-roaring time. On more than one occasion we would be joined by others in conversation and merriment. One such time I happened to be recognised as being a Model in Bizarre. I was flattered and, when pressed, told of my modelling adventures to all keen ears. As it was my round (for my sister and I...I never buy these people drinks!) I swaggered to the bar only to be joined by a hand up my skirt-

"Hello? What the f-"

I slap his hand away,

"Excuse me, what are you doing?"

It was one of them fella's who'd joined us over yonder at the table.

"What's wrong baybeh?(ugh cheese)?"

A shit-eating grin followed,

"What's wrong is you have your hand on my arse"

Shit-eating grin still in occupation of his stupefied face,

"C'mon, you're an Ultra Vixen! Always up for a bit of slap-n-tickle."

What. A. Douche.

You see what I'm saying? I suppose you could turn it around and say,

"Well if you don't want that label, if you can't hack the stigma then don't get in the game."

Okay, you might be right but you shouldn't be. I shouldn't stop doing something I LOVEbecause of a few...nay, unfortunately, ALOT...of tackle-happy pigs.

I've worked with all sorts of models & photographers, I've been in Fashion Shows, Catwalks, I've been published in magazines, webzines, websites, books and posters.
I'm a Model. Not a whore.






to be continued...



Saturday, 9 January 2010

A little Prose

BRACE YOURSELVES! Not only am I the priestess of witty blog posts but also a Goddess of poetry. Hard to believe huh? Got it all, haven't I? Here's one, enjoy!





Cri De…?

The song of stars
In my eyes and in my mind
Do fall
So far I never want to move

Weak legs and beating hearts
A first breath as laboured as if my last

Keep me up and felicitous
None of you fictitious
I hear laughter but never words
Swelled and soiled
Busied but beautiful
Seeping to my tender steeples
Those stars have settled here



Friday, 8 January 2010

It's the little things!

The second post of 2010 blog. Second blog of the decade! How exciting...
I've been thinking alot today about snow, unsurprisingly. I firstly want to point out that having a Goth alter-ego really does come in handy with the abrasive weather because, dear readers, I have these rascals to get me through the snow;

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Pretty wicked huh? Clad in what can only be described as Tanks in Boot Form, leopard-print coat, two scarves, two pairs of gloves, floppy hat and ear muffs, I wandered to the shops. I am always delighted when walking through my village as, no matter what you look like, whether you have two heads and a toilet brush stuck to your shoe, you're always guaranteed a pleasant smile and sincere greeting.
I've also found out that the sole advantage of being a border-line attractive female in this twee, not-even-got-it's-own-pub village is that, if you take a tumble in the snow outside the one and only corner shop, the Vegetable Man is sure to help you up in the most gentlemanly manner. He'll even give you an apple for your trauma. Bless! It's the little things...

Pleasantries aside, I want to share something with you. I stumbled across this amazing picture this morning;

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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_depth/8447023.stm

How...Day After Tomorrow...is THAT? It takes your breath away, doesn't it?
It's great to think that this 'Cold Snap'(God, I hate that term) we're in the clutches of at the moment will become one of those "Oh, do you remember that time...?" that we British just LOVE to talk about over a warm pint in a cold pub.
Do you remember that Christmas Eve with the gale force winds and the power-cut? "Gooh...yeah.." slurp "...I know someone who's mum's friend's daughter nearly died when a slate fell off a roof in her garden while she was getting the whippets in!" Drama.

Maybe it's just the north -OOF!- *dives for cover*
I'm just saying...in the weeks of CHAOTIC, MURDEROUS and APOCALYPTIC SNOW, our little postie has been out everyday. And the Fish and Chip van.


Just saying...

Thursday, 7 January 2010

Uno!

The first blog post, of a new blog, in a New Year! Absolutely spiffing. I've been encouraged to start blogging again after around a year 'off' from the blogging world. Myspace is SO last Christmas...

To start, I'll point out that I shan't ever worry about being interesting, enchanting or fabulous in my posts. I've never worried about that in other areas in my life!
I'm 23 years old, I live in a twee village nestled in the corners of Buckinghamshire, Bedfordshire and Hertfordshire, respectfully. Though my postal address states Buckinghamshire, so we'll stick with that. My name is Claire-Josephine, Claire to most, CJ to others, Kitten to one. I'll grandly, amusingly and sometimes profoundly be using this blog as a gateway into the way I think about things. Mostly events and thoughts exciting only to me but then, I never MADE you read this, did I?

I guess, in the most British way possible, I'll start with the weather. Witnessing not only the first (usually the only) but also the second and third snow of the Christmas holidays has been quite exciting! The last time it snowed so wonderfully, my sister and I spend half the night making a snow dragon named George (witty, I know), freezing our fingers into misshapen claws, and trudging in like soldiers to loving prepared Hot Chocolate and toast from Mum.
This time around, I've spend most of the time pushing cars up hills, pushing cars to the side of the road, grumping and moaning about my freezing toes, nose and fingers and generally just grumbling like an old person. I FEEL old. I look at my snow covered garden, pristine and beautiful. I want to build a snow-something but find having a cup of tea and watching Poirot far more tantalising.
Who was it this time...the Russian maid, the pretty blonde mistress, the Butler?? Ah! But no! Not with Poirot. It's always the mother-in-law...
LOOK! Just LOOK at me! Oh, the urge for an Earl Grey is too great, I have to go!

Toodles!

CJ
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