What’s hot, what’s not and all Lulu Williams’ favorite bits of culture.

Stella Tennant shot by Steven Meisel for Vogue Italia

Nose piercings, gothic fashions and fetish exercises are not normally aspects that take grace the cover of  Vogue Italia.

Vogues Autumn edition sees Stella Tennant adorned in gothic attire, with a waist clasped so tightly when measured it proved an acute 13 inches! Ethel Granger takes full responsibility for the styling, as for the giant nose ring and lip stud, these are all Tennant’s personal additions.


London Fashion Week – Oliver Spencer RTW Spring 2012

Oliver Spencer was my last London Fashion Week show. I’ve always adored Oliver Spencer for his speciality in British layering. Another aspect of Oliver Spencer’s shows I love is his choice of male models. Unlike many other shows, sporting drab looking chaps in need of a good Sunday roast, Spencer chooses real men from all walks of life. Four of my favourite ensembles are as follows.


Cleo Sol featuring Gappy Ranks

featuring GAPPY RANKS
Released: 25 September 2011
Dirty Canvas Ltd
‘’High’ is without doubt a highly infectious piece of nu skool pop ska. ‘High’ is most refreshing. It has that instant ‘hit’ feeling within it.’
DJ David Rodigan
“Cleo is one of the most exciting prospects in UK music right now and has delivered a sweet summer anthem with ‘High’ …Big tune!”
Ronnie Herel, BBC Radio 1/1Xtra
“Cleo Sol- One of the most consistent underground female vocalists in the UK. Definately 1 to keep on your radar!”
E Plus, Choice FM

Tracey Emin “Love Is What You Want”

Tracey Emin’s work has never been of interest to me. To be quite frank…I couldn’t give a shit about her life. Why should I? Emin is a self proclaimed artist with an appetite for narcissistic behaviour. If you dislike Tracey Emin as a character then don’t go to this exhibition. Luckily for me, I don’t dislike her.


Emin to me is two different characters. Firstly she is the female who wants the attention. Look I made a few quilts with quotes from my life on them…Look what I did in the eighties…These are all my ex fucks…

…And I am Joe Public, observing her conceited observations on the happenings of her private life, her memories and herself. She only speaks of herself. I found myself suffocated by Emin’s shrine to herself.


The second character Emin tempts me with is the misunderstood, slightly disturbed, slightly desperate, yet highly creative individual. Her perception of herself is remarkably honest for a contemporary woman. Her collection is in ode to herself and if she thinks she is interesting enough to build an exhibition around then there must be something to her…no? It’s warts and all, so kudos to her for flashing her privates and having the guts to film herself discussing past issues for the public eye. As a klan of “art” loving citizens we have made her who she is today. That must say something about her skill…mustn’t it?


90% of the exhibition was irrelevant. It was shit. It was dull. It was ignorant.

10% of the exhibition was good. But not great.

This is only my personal opinion…my friend adored it.