bone blog london #2

dearest bonesters

Sitting under the Westway, it is Portobello road market day. Bunker is feeling very GAY and witty from the previous days accomplishments. The day started grey and gloomy in our incredibly tight quarters, comon bunk beds at our age? First accomplishment: The bone film advertising machine was in fully mention [fotos forthcoming], but the highlight of our campaign were, a tree onportobello road where the MADAME PRESIDENT of the street association warned us in her oh so polite british manner that our asses were grass, of course we continued, one cannot move through notting hill gate without noticing the visage of celluloid stars. Staso really outdid himself in Kensington gardens where he artfully impaled the flyers on every fence post preventing us from papering the aristacratic mansions beyond the fence.

into the tube to a slightlly different venue in Bermondsey to connect with our local herbal specialist Phil, x drummer for the buzzcocks and it showed in his masterful piece of british dentistry. We sit on the southern banks of the sacred river thames, driniking lager and discoursing on rock n roll. Phil sluggested a healthy stroll along the river as he sped away on his bike 25 quid heavier, after this forced death march, [note to self: fuck you phil].

Lunch in soho, old school Italian, wardour st. Staso's Italian getting really good, we perused the evening free tabloids to see what the hell we did last night, only to find the saturation coverage of our nbf Kelly Osborn looking vivaciously fabulous, [WE HAD BEEN FOTOSHOPPED OUT ONCE AGAIN] but kudos for her for taking a hit for the indie team by bitchslapping a local columnist at the soho nightclub, Punk. Every paper of merit covered it and mentioned the Portobello film festival where she started her evening festivities.

Afternoon chores accomplished, the well oiled bonefilm machine rolled into Westbourne studios, only to fine the bouncer mafia firmly in place. Smoking area - drinking area - sitting area. Pick one - you can't do them all simultaneously like you could the night before. This proliferation of mind-body-soul police has started to get on Staso's nerves, which was reflected in the evenings films, all documentaries on dead night clubs [cbgb's new york - tresor in berlin - spitz in the east end ] The screen was filled with people drinking, smoking and even dancing indoors simultaneously, bunker noted that it looked really smelly, which in case you haven't noticed is banned.

off to the last afro british pub on portobello road, where we happened upon part of the crew that made "CONTROL" [the ian curtis/joy division bio pic] andone of the glimmer twins favorite films from last year. Here we met Thalia's Manchester counterpart, JANE. Many pints were consumed and we were deep in cinema again.



glimmer out.

the glimmer twins

bone blog london #1

Dear Bone Lovers　

Leaving New York is always painful, we arrived in London just in the nick of time. 8:30pm actually 11:30pm thank you American Airlines. One last call and we were snuggling in our spacious BUNK beds by 12:30 in our 4 foot by 6 foot hotel room, note to self no more beans.

Next day, after a busy afternoon consuming British fashion we hooked up with our alternative fashionably ally. our local expat.She was sporting a new tatoo of pagan catholic imagery and was as always thirsty. She regaled us with her tales of failed penitentiary romance, but she promised their attendance at our screening, bunker "yummy". We ate fabulous Mexican on westbourn grove road - note to self - no more beans. After inner we promptly got lost, bunker "They should tear all this old shit down and rebuild according to the grid principal, 1st street, 2nd street.

Arrived at the West Bourne Studios under the WESTWAY motorway [sacred clash territory] via black cab, three blocks freom our hotel, to a wolfpack of gathered paparazzi. ~Of course, Staso thought they were waiting for him, but quickly deduced they were waiting for a true celebrity, KATE MOSS.- who else would warrant this type of attention, POSH SPICE. Nevertheless we entered quickly and met the festival director, JB, aka Jonathan, a youthful late 40's anarcho punk. He started this festival back when portobello road was in it's bad days, like almost everywhere else, it's been rehabbed in a very posh way. "sushi anyone?" luckily there was a bar, and smoking outside where Staso told Bunker to wait for Kate Moss as he went into the theater to see her in the FLESH. The short [10mn] film "The town that boars me." played in a great screening room and the place was packed to the rafters w/ a very lwith it london crowd. The film had extreme production values and starred the edgy Kelly Osborne, sadly the film ended, Staso got his photos of the extremely talented Ms. Osborne as she grandly exited the theater to a explosion of paparazzi flash bulbs. Bunker screaming "She's just 10 feet away and I can't see Kate Moss?, all I see is that creepy el lay reality chick." Bunker cried at finding out the truth and drowned his humiliation over several pints, at the Warwick Castle pub on portobello road, [sacred clash ground].

more, much more tomorrow.



glimmer out.