Gold Rituals

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Today I bought the Brian Jonestown Massacre’s whole back catalogue. Possibly the best decision I have made in a long time.

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As I got out of my bed this morning I knocked William S. Burroughs’ Junky off the edge of my desk. I decided to flick over a few favourite pieces in it. First of all the part where Burroughs describes taking ‘junk’ for the first time. After that, I decided to read the part where he describes the addiction. I started thinking that if I could simply let my own interests take hold of me like a junkie’s addiction, then I could achieve so much more. I wish I could say I have a thirst for education that parallels a junkie’s thirst for junk.x

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Sorry for the lack of updates. I haven’t been putting lot of thought into creating a magnum opus each day for this blog. I have been sidetracked by everything and nothing. 3 things that I wasted my time on today have been: Karl Lagerfeld’s Favourite songs, Rebel Without a Cause, and the NHS Swine Flu leaflet.

Rebel Without a Cause was a masterpiece. It was almost like entering a lucid dream for me. I think I could almost see myself dreaming out the whole film. I could definitely see what Nicholas Ray was trying to achieve.

I’d also like to thank it for giving me a wake up call to start watching some Godard.x

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I think I idolize Patrick Bateman. After reading and watching American Psycho I have come to the conclusion that I idolize him. He is a fine man with fine tastes. He has a penchant for Whitney Houston, cocaine and daily routines. However, he does murder quite a lot of people in quite a horrific way. The choice made by Bret Easton Ellis was to leave you questioning whether the murders actually happened. Unfortunately, this led my naive mind to believe that it was plausible to idolize the killer.x

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I learnt a very good concept today. Using the antithesis of what you believe to your advantage. I have figured that I must not simply deplore something straight away. I must use the things I condemn.x

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I have recently started hopping back onto that pathetic excuse for a piece of wood called a skateboard. Being able to drift with little effort across land is as exciting as it was years ago. The one thing that stops me from enjoying my adolescent indulgence is the attention. I go out riding around and people stare. It’s apparently plausible to stare because I am defying gravity in a way that most people cannot. Only three days ago I managed a crowd big enough to count on half my hand. I feel the need to please their eyes. I don’t know what they want though. I can’t openly backflip on a flat surface and I sure can’t stage a performance akin to Marty McFly. I have noticed little children are fixated with the ability to just roll along standing. They look at me with a cherishing glaze. I feel the pressure from their parents to show them something wonderful but at the same time to promote safety. I thank them all for their attention but at the same time I thank them for ruining one of the small pleasures in life.x

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On Friday I went to Rankin’s studio to have my portrait taken. It was a strange, unfamiliar experience.

I arrived a little too early so I watched some child abuse down the road. I saw a woman score a goal for good parenting by kicking her child into her buggy. The little girl enjoyed it as much as Amanda Thripp enjoyed being swung by her pigtails in Matilda.

I briefly forgot that I was wearing some Raf Simons trousers that were way too small. Earlier in the day I suckled carelessly like a small animal on a box of Rubicon and almost instantly my bladder exploded. This meant that sitting was sartorial suicide. Unfortunately sitting was all I would be doing for the next few hours.

Whilst I sat disguising my discomfort I met some good people. I chatted to an interesting person called Hannah Marshall who told me she was a clothes designer. It was a brief conversation and I didn’t have google at my fingertips so, I didn’t know what level she was on. I found out she was totally amazing when I got home. Check out her work:

The first glimpse I got of Rankin was him asking girls about how they lost their virginity. This pretty much sums up the guy. When he shot me he was pretty funny. He looked at me like I fell out of the ugly tree and landed in front of his camera. He shot me and got me out of there.x