The Instagram account @hardcore_decor celebrates the one thing that really matters in vintage porn – the decor. Follow the account to fall down a black hole of incredibly garish images of retro baby-makin’. Says the anonymous owner of the account; “The fun part is trying to crop enough to keep it titillating” – well isn’t that the truth!
Read more here: A chat with the anonymous archivist behind vintage smut celebration Hardcore Decor
Well, she’s done it again!
TTYA (aka Irene Agbontaen) has created a Taller Than Your Average range, this time for Long Tall Sally. And, just like the rest of the TTYA collection, this collaboration includes perfect basics for the long legged ladies among us. As well as a basic body and a relaxed tee, the LTS X TTYA range includes the perfect biker jacket, and the most exquisite blush-colured pieces you will ever see!
Check out our wish list for the upcoming winter months:
These pieces are the perfect fit for women over 5’9″, and great for layering up.
Peep the collection below then go buy, buy, BUY!
Summer is here people! And what better way could there be to enjoy the sunshine than with the laidback reggae sound of Hollie Cook’s second album?
Twice is the follow up to her self-titled 2011 album, which introduced Hollie as a one of the most exciting new female talents on the London music scene.
If you haven’t heard of her yet, she’s the daughter of Sex Pistols’ drummer Paul Cook and Culture Club backing singer Jeni Cook. Add into that mix her godfather – Boy George – and her childhood babysitter – David Bowie – and there’s little wonder that music runs deep in Hollie’s veins. Yet, hers is a truly original sound – a refreshing mix of tropical pop and dub, which combines to produce truly modern reggae… the perfect soundtrack for a British summer.
Twice was produced by the legendary Prince Fatty and kicks off with the tune Ari Up, a tribute to The Slits’ front woman Ari who died in 2010. Hollie provided backing vocals for the band when they re-formed in 2005 and has credited Ari as a mentor in her musical career.
The first single released from the album is Looking For Real Love; a soulful, but up-lifting reaction to losing a lover and learning to love yourself. It’s undoubtedly the ultimate Girl Power tune, and on repeat in my house:
So don your favourite tropical print, pour yourself a rum and sit back and enjoy the sunshine with Hollie’s dulcet tones…
Last night we headed over the The Edition Hotel with a PUSSY partner in crime Culita, for the launch of Taller Than Your Average.
Irene set up the brand in 2013 after years of struggling to find decent quality basics that actually fit her 5″11 body. And, boy am I glad she took matters in to her own hands. A few months since launching TTYA, ASOS have cottoned on to it’s brilliance and taken on the brand to stock on their website.
Last night saw the launch of said collaboration in the basement of The Edition, which came complete with alcoholic slush puppies that made us feel like we were back in our youth days. 
Tunes from females including Lil Kim, Beyonce and M.I.A. filled the room full of young, hot fashion kids who were too busy instagraming the amazing collection to twerk it out on the dance floor.
But a surprise live set from Delilah managed to pull the kids away from their phones for half an hour, until the club music set in and they took to the floor to Snapchat each other dancing.
Good music, and fun drinks aside, nothing could take away from the unbelievable success of one woman’s quest to make our (tall girls) lives easier.
TTYA’s clothing is affordable, good quality and perfectly tailored for us longer ladies. So if you are above 5″9, then take a minute to visit the site and purchase yourself some amazing staple pieces that actually fit
Does anyone actually like Valentines Day?
I’m yet to hear of one of my attached friends say that they are looking forward to spending money on over-priced restaurant food and cards with empty sentiments. Sure, being with the one you love on the 14th of Feb must be nice, but does anyone actually care?
5 years of spending V-Day alone, has been 5 years of total bliss when it comes to this fake-romance side of life, and here’s why:
1. I mean, really, you are your own Valentines by default.
2.You don’t have to share booze. A six-pack of beer means just that, a six-pack.
3. Same goes for food. You don’t have to put up with anyone touching your mac n’ cheese. Result!
4. If you want to bust a nut, you can do so in minutes, using only your hand. Plus you don’t have to go through the long drawn out process of dealing with someone else’s orgasm.
5. All that money you should be spending on a gift for your loved one? Hell, you can spend it on yourself!
(Culietta headpiece £50)
6. You don’t have to tell someone you love them when you don’t.
7. You don’t have to face the outside world if you don’t want to. In fact, you don’t even need to get dressed.
8. You can watch any film you like, and without someone making stupid comments throughout.
9. Or you can dance around your room while listening to your favourite tracks on blast (Hello Destiny’s Child, I’ve missed you!).
10. Instead of celebrating your love of someone else, you can celebrate the love you have for yourself, because let’s face it, that’s what you should be celebrating anyway.
❤ Happy V-Day ladies! ❤
Check out our argument with about the girl here – Lola Vs Hells: Cher Lloyd
Natalie Perkins is a talented young lady. We came across an illustration of hers a few years ago, and was happy to see that the rest of her work is just as wonderful. As is her motivation for producing the work that she does;
“My drawings are an avenue for meditation and self care. They are largely influenced by my embodiment as a fat woman with mental illness. My early work focused on highly detailed and repetitive line work, and commented on femininity in pop culture as much as my own feelings about my own very unpopular femininity. After suffering a significant period of mental illness in 2011 I spent a lot of time focusing on simply getting through my days and not creating much resolved work at all. As I come back into better health I’m approaching my creative practice quite differently, with more respect for my disabilities as well as the role of drawing in my personal life.
Now, I draw to recover and illustrate a femininity that moves away from aesthetic beauty, and I find my politics and art seem to mesh more naturally.”
Check out some of our favourite pieces of her work and then go over to her website to see more.
Girls! Head down to Bar Music Hall this weekend for a sick street wear sample sale, amazing records, and to get your summer nails did by Hells!!
Check out the Facebook event by clicking here, and have a look at some of the nails you can get by going to Hells’s nail site here.
See ya’ll there!! xx
Annick Bouvattier clearly has talent in painting the female form. However, it’s not just the fact that she’s good at depicting women in her paintings, but it’s the subtly of her details which perfectly represent the modern woman. Beautiful!
I noticed this film a while ago and thought it looked like a winner. Mainly because the title struck me, Young Adult? That’s pretty much my frame of mind completely. It’s out on the 9th of Febuary, and is about Mavis Gary (played by Charlize Theron), a writer of teen literature who returns to her small hometown to relive her glory days and attempt to reclaim her happily married high school sweetheart (Patrick Wilson). But when she gets home it proves more difficult than she thought. However, Mavis meets former classmate Matt (Patton Oswalt) who was beaten almost to death at high school by a group of boys who thought he was gay. The two become close friends, with Matt being her voice of reason in her quest for getting back with her ex. 
As this film is by the makers of Juno, I’ve no doubt it will be a little off-key, and hopefully a bit different from the normal chick-flick. Plus with Charlize Theron as the protagonist, I’m hoping she’ll be a a bit more edgy than the usual female character in Hollywood films. 
I’m interested to see how Mavis tries to win back her high school sweetheart who is happily married, with a baby on the way. We’ve all wanted to go on a winning-back-the-ex-rampage, but (hopefully) have not done anything about it, so god knows how this will end!
Got an opinion of Cher Lloyd? Well so do Lola and Hells. We thought it only right to get the girls together, show them photos of Miss Lloyd and scream “3, 2, 1… FIGHT!!!!!”
LOLA: Why I hate Cher Lloyd:
I hate Cher Lloyd because she looks like a rat.
Ok, ok, I understand I can’t use the girl’s unfortunate aesthetics as a reason for my detestation, so what is it about Lloyd that makes me want to cut off my ears and gauge out my eyes?
Yes it’s plausible to argue that a 24 year old is simply too old for Cher Lloyd’s dulcet tones, but here’s the thing – I have no problem with adopting the mindset of her target audience – that of the 11 year old girl. I will happily join Willow in whipping my hair back and forth and no truer word has been spoken than “i just need somebody to love”– preach Beiber preach. Heck, I can even enjoy the Twilight saga if absolutely necessary. It’s not a question of being outside the demographic.
Is it the ever-tiresome X-factor formula?
Maybe it’s the choice to use her very normal name and the supposed realness this brings to the star. I have no interest in stars being ‘real’, especially not when the ‘reality’ of X-factor usually equates to dull and shit. And surely everybody knows by now if you want to ‘make it big’ you choose a stage name (first pet name + street name usually does the trick.)
Perhaps it’s the fact that she is the spitting image of the nations sweetheart Cheryl Cole. Or maybe it’s that I literally cannot physically say the words Cher Lloyd and Cheryl Cole without one name morphing into the other.
And now I realise.
Despite the obvious sights and sounds of Lloyd making me want to vomit, my reason is pure and simple…
How dare Cher, share her name with the one and only Cher.
It depresses me that when I type ‘Cher’ into youtube to perhaps listen to such classics as ‘If I Could Turn Back Time’, ‘Believe’ or ‘The Shoop Shoop Shoop Song’ the first five suggestions are that of Lloyd.
For those that perhaps aren’t familiar with the fabulous Cher here’s a photo for reference…
Seeing as Lloyd doesn’t seem to want to remove herself from my TV screen/my radio/my magazines and seeing as it’s doubtful she’ll be changing her name any time soon, I have some words of advise for Lloyd…
If you’re going to dress like trash, do it properly like Cher did.
If you’re going to sing when you cant, don’t waste my time with autotune, do full on robotics like Cher did.
And finally, don’t just try to keep facial movements to a minimum in an attempt to hide an uncontrollable sneer, sort it out properly and permanently like Cher did. You know it makes sense.
HELLS: Why I (Kinda) love Cher Lloyd:
I love Cher Lloyd because she is pretty.
Ok, I know that’s not a reason to love someone, but fuck it, I like her hair, her face is pretty, she’s got a cute button nose, and beautiful eyes.
Now, before you get all “Fuck Hells, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about!!” let me say this, I’ve never got behind Cher in a big way until I was confronted with Lola’s pure hate for her. I’m a lover for the underdog, if someone is hated for nothing in particular then my little heart breaks for them. I find myself defending their every movement, even if those movements include going against the person that made them who they were (Really Cher, do you think bitching about Cheryl is going to get you far?!)
I decided to stick up for little rap-stealing, Cheryl wannabe, fake-ghetto-ass Cher Lloyd.
So, let’s look at her…
Rap-stealing: Yes it is true that on the bootcamp performance of X-factor Cher made a point to tell the nation that she had worked really hard to write original lyrics for a rap to include in her cover of Coldplay’s Viva la Vida. I was as excited as a mother-fucker to hear her original lyrics, and hoped with all my might that these lyrics would be Miss Elliot-girl-power-type shit. My heart sank when she opened her mouth and Swizz Beats’ lyrics came flowing out…
Really Cher?
Did you really just go there?!
Yes, yes you did….
I can’t condone stealing other people’s shit, however if you’re going to do it, you better do it with balls. If you are going to rap someone else’s lyrics then fuck it, chose to steal from one of the biggest hip-hop stars and do it on National television!
GO HARD OR GO HOME!!!
Cheryl wannabe: Ok, so she seems to have copied pretty much everything Cheryl has done, but is it her fault?! If you looked exactly like Cheryl it would be damn near impossible not to look like you were copying her. And on top of that, the poor lamb got Cheryl as a mentor… I’ve had a female role model, and I’ve been a mentor to a couple girls in the past, and there is no denying that no matter what you do, shit rubs off. If Cheryl is teaching Cher the ways of the world, it is no wonder that Lloyd became a mini Cole (or is it Tweedy now?).
Fake-ghetto-ass:Cher is from a cute little town in Worcestershire, not really Harlem is it?! So I can understand why people hate her “Urban” look and “Hip-Hop” act. But fuck it, if the girl wants to wear doorknocker earrings, sweatpants and trainers then let the bitch do it!! According to Wikipedia, Her Mama is of Romani ancestry, so Cher was often called “pikey” at school, maybe this has made the girl a little ghetto, lord knows when people bully you at an early age it makes you a tough little cookie. Poor diddums had to be tough to survive life in the picturesque town of Great Malvern.
Ghetto Bitch from day one!!
I can hear most of you log-off in disgust at my defence of Miss Lloyd, but like I said, I can’t stand to see hatred against a little 18-year-old who really has no effect on anything or anyone.
Especially if said 18-year-old is so pretty!
I know I shouldn’t say this, what with being a nail technician and all, but some times I really do get bored of looking a photos of nails. It’s not the nails themselves that bore me, but the set up; always a close-up of a pretty hand holding a bottle of nail polish, or an embellished phone case. So imagine my utter delight when I came across Burgers and Nails. It does exactly what it says on the tin, shows pictures of beautiful manicured hands with fantastic nail art holding delicious looking burgers. I’m not sure what gets me off more, the talons or the food, but either way it is like porn that I can look at at work! To top it off, you can submit your own images, which means only one thing; girls, lets get our nails did and eat our weight in burgers! Hallelujah!!!!
I do enjoy a colourful bit of illustration, especially when said illustration includes a lot of girls and greasy food. There is nothing better (apart from maybe greasy food in real life!). I’ve seen Cath Love’s stuff about for a while, and always though to myself that if I had any talent whatsoever, then I would produce work like hers. I adore the face that all the girls in her pieces look healthy, sexy and fabulous, while not being to damn skinny. Beautiful!
Girl crushes; aren’t they wonderful!! I’ve had many a girl crush in my 23 years…
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Everyone can use a role model—especially one who’s smart, stylish, elegant, and fun. Thessaly la Force explains the same-sex love that dare speak its name.
I developed my first girl crush—on the illustrator and writer Leanne Shapton—three years ago, when I was working as a Web producer at The New Yorker. A colleague of mine had Leanne’s second book on her desk, and one day I picked it up and slowly started turning the pages, transfixed. The book—Important Artifacts and Personal Property From the Collection of Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris, Including Books, Street Fashion, and Jewelry—is a mock auction catalog that tells the story of a deteriorating relationship through the deacquisitioning of the couple’s possessions. It’s capricious, intelligent, and delicately done.
According to Google and my close interrogation of those who knew her, Leanne appeared to have a most enviable life: She lived in a stunning West Village apartment, all antique rugs and Farrow & Ball paint; wore a Dries Van Noten skirt as effortlessly as she did a painter’s smock; and was happily engaged to the handsome and successful publishing executive James Truman. I adored her from afar, and I suppose a part of me wanted to be her.
A generous friend who knew Leanne found my obsession amusing and arranged for the three of us to have a drink. On the appointed day, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror a cliché of a nervous wreck: rehearsing what to say, fretting over what to wear. Should I go understated and elegant in a black Maria Cornejo dress and Margiela booties? Or maybe something a bit more romantic, like my floral-print Mayle dress with Chanel flats? Should I lead with a handshake? A cheek kiss? A hug? And if she ordered a martini, should I get one, too—or would it be wiser to stick with a glass of Sancerre? More important, why was I treating this like a date?
The “girl crush” may sound silly, but sometimes it takes something unserious to get us talking about a serious subject: the ambitions of young creative women and the need for worthy role models. Among my own nominees for inaugural members of the Girl Crush Hall of Fame are Zadie Smith, with her daring, brilliance, and wild success; Joan Didion, with her cool, spare prose; Patti Smith, with her soul and wisdom; Sofia Coppola, with her chic grace and unmistakable taste; and Tina Fey, with her goofy smile and razor wit. Each of them has accomplished something the rest of us dream of doing. And because they’ve done it, we feel we can too.
There’s a distinctly nineties flavor to the term (think Riot Grrrls), but the idea of the girl crush is much older than that. F. Scott Fitzgerald had something to say on the matter in an essay he penned in 1930: “ ‘Crushes’ were once a boarding-school phenomenon—now any sort of courageous individualism makes a woman the center of a cult…What effect has this woman worship on the young girl herself?”
When my good friend Jenna Wortham—a New York Times reporter—and I decided to start a zine called Girl Crush last spring, we thought of it as a chance to be frivolous, irreverent, and earnest all at once. We created a website, Girlcrushzine.tumblr.com, and began soliciting personal essays. We e-mailed novelist Jennifer Egan, This American Life contributor Starlee Kine, New Yorker writer Amanda Fortini, former Missbehave editor Mary H.K. Choi, and other women we admire.
As varied as the submissions we received were, the answer to Fitzgerald’s question was clear: Woman worship, girl crushing—whatever you want to call it—is a positive trend. Fortini’s took the form of a singular devotion to the journalist Janet Malcolm, whose work she faithfully read and followed when Fortini was an assistant at The New York Review of Books. To Choi, a girl crush is a creatively inspiring friendship born of mutual respect and admiration—like the one she established with the sassy Times columnist Cintra Wilson. For Egan, it represents that moment in girlhood before boys have entered the picture.
After two months, we had dozens and dozens of submissions—more than either of us had anticipated. Had we struck a chord? I can’t help but believe our current generation’s embrace of girl crushing signifies something larger: evidence that a professional world once dominated by men has evened out—maybe not totally, but to a reassuring degree. When Didion first set out to become a writer, she copied the sentences of Ernest Hemingway; today, my friends and I copy hers.
That night, when I arrived at the bar to meet Leanne, I instantly forgot everything I had prepared to say. She asked me about my life. I asked about hers. We slipped into comfortable conversation almost immediately. We talked about books, travel, our hopes and dreams for the year. At the end of the night I walked her home. “Dear Leanne,” I wrote to her the next day, “So fun to meet you last night. I must bashfully admit that my girl crush is undiminished. Hope I played it cool. :)” Over the next year, we gradually moved from being acquaintances to friends. And that’s the thing—a girl crush doesn’t have to be purely aspirational. Still, I’ll never forget what Leanne wrote in response: “Your crush is reciprocated!”
– By Thessaly la Force
“Who says the suburbs are boring? With the right looks from the resort collections, life outside the big city can be desperately chic.”
Shot for W Magazine, November 2011
Photographed by Sharif Hamza
Styled by Giovanna Battaglia
Ok, I know all I do is post about Married to the Mob, but I don’t care. I love them and all I want to do is tell the world! You’ve seen the holiday collection that has just been released, and you loved it, didn’t you?! So, it’s no surprise that the lookbook for said collection is loveable too. Oh, and incase you didn’t read the title of this post, there is 25% off the whole collection… GO GET! 
You know that when Married to the Mob drop some new stuff its going to be on my wish list. Their holiday collection is no different. I want all, especially the cute grey studded track suite and socks, for the upcoming winter nights…
This weekend was the first Sampled sale that took place on Saturday and Sunday. I was down to paint some nails and check out all the cute hip – hop boys that were there to pick up a bargain (or 10). Damn was it a fun weekend, amazing tunes, incredible brands at a fraction of the price and I got to paint some gorgeous girls’ nails. As I was busy, I didn’t manage to take photos, so I stole a load from the AnyForty & Sampled blogs (sorry guys!). Peep the Sampled website and start getting excited about the next one, and check out some of the nails I did here.
There has been the Big Book of Butts, the Big Book of Boobs and the Big Book of Penises. So, it was enevitable that Taschen would release the Big Book of Pussy. I love the description for it on Taschen’s website:
