editorial
issue seventeen: kawaii oh my hat, you look hot tonight and i’m like all aghast that you’re here, mind you, powder being the best party in town, shouldn’t be surprised… but you know, there’s always that one you expect is just that slight bit too much. kawaii issue powder and um, think quite possibly the bestest… hello kitty’s tears mixed with thick mango juice. but i’m head over heels… wet, moist and just that little bit prickly… in that amyl sort of way. yank it baby... how stunning are the works of slightly bruised fruit? while vetxa… mmm hmmm, the queen rocks the only thing you heard for ages, bombay royale … completely blown by the spaghetti western, hindi pop… pass me the pan masala while between drinks, catch some choice street, hellbent, he’s the bomb… bam love is the drug… guess i have to admit, was all a tither speaking with that harajuku goddess la carmina, she’s been blogging all over the place and is like tots hot. cranes by delgado… i love you maru cool = gina tron… read her piece mr nutter’s put together some divine discontent, must see like ella black, like ella black, like ella black… but who is she? did an interview with fashion designer melissa lockwood and not only are her pieces completely stunning, she’s actually getting out there and utilising the offcuts that the mass production garment businesses are chucking… solidarity in a real chic way to you sista! and there’s more cutesy… sydney street birdhat was around, hardline stencil artist from london, ds, shows us some of the finer points. julia fuentes is like so gorgeous, as are her pics of dolls, and on top that dave golden with some harajuku lovelies louise carter, oh I love her too, stalemate… karlina veras said, fuck hello kitty and since i’m completely enthralled by hello kitty, well i’m a little put out, but will keep it to myself. nik b by nic mesker… sensual some momentous pics from tokyo by hawkeye thirty-nine and ethereal lisbon by teresa q. but you baby, you’re back to powder once more, and although i can hardly get up off the floor, i’d like to make the effort, rip off my skirt, move it over close to your face and let you take in the aroma... you eat me, i eat you… we love powder and the divine is so alive and well, spitting out of our nether regions. i love you but for now… like head over heels. peaches, i.t.a. |