Monday, March 26, 2007

What do blind people dream of?

by Loquicia

I could talk about the *GIRLCORE* night launch and how great a success it was, I could talk about women's international day, I could talk about Ségolène Royale. I could talk about 'The Science of Sleep', the brilliant film I went to see the other day, I could talk about getting fined by useless London train companies or how frustrated I am with my bank. I could talk about the last time I got drunk, I could talk about the bicycle I just bought.

I could talk about how I got mugged and scared away my attacker, I could talk about my job, I thought about talking about perfume -scents being one of my favorite topics of conversation-, I could talk about how I just nearly dropped a lens of my spectacles in the toilet, I could talk about why I don't like to sleep, I could even write a poem - a new secret talent I've discovered in myself, I could talk about Cherise...

But I'm not going to do any of that.

I 'm going to use this newsletter to ask a question I've never found the answer to. I could research it, but I've always found it more interesting to test people's minds and see what answers they come up with. My question is: what do blind people dream of?

Please send me your answers to (seriously, I've created it). I want to know your answers based on your own imagination, suppositions, or experience... until the day I walk into a hospital for blind people or meet a blind person and dare ask. Maybe i'll give a prize to the best answer. You never know with *girlcore*.

Honesty the best policy? ...My ass!

by Anneloes, Amsterdam

Honesty is the best policy: it’s an old cliche but like most cliches it holds some ground. I for one believe that in most cases knowing the truth, however awful or unpleasant it may be, is important. If for instance, my boyfriend is sleeping around behind my back (again?!), I’d want to know about it. If my yearly bloodtest shows that I’ve got some serious artery problems that need to be addressed, then by all means tell me. And if some loudmouth politician is part of some corruptive, little scheme to hide the fact that there actually are no massively destructive weapons hiding in some Middle Eastern sandbox, then I would want the truth to come out. But while on the whole I believe that honesty should prevail, I for one could do with a little less.
What I personally object to is the kind of people who find it absolutely necessary to always tell you the honest truth. You know the kind, they are the ones who after a casual “how are you” always seem to feel the need to give you an in-depth up-date of about an hour. For instance, I have this friend who firmly believes in telling it like it is. So when on his last birthday I bought him a rather expensive birthday gift, I did not get the expected “thank you” but an “it’s not my kind of thing.” Now imagine just having spent 50 bucks of your hard-earned cash and you’ve no idea where the hell you left the receipt. What does his truthful account give me? Nothing! Except a sincere feeling of agitation about having misspent a considerable amount of my already limited means.
Let me give another example. One of my passions is shopping. Now, I’m perfectly able to shop by myself. I can find my way to the stores, I can try on the clothes all by myself and I can give the credit card with my own two hands: in short, bringing someone along on a shopping spree is not an absolute necessity. So when I do bring someone along the least they can do is bring something positive to the outing, right? Now I have this friend, who shall remain nameless, and every time we go shopping and I’ve squirmed myself in yet another outfit she offers her honest opinion. Now it sounds decent enough, but after a day of hearing that my cellulite is showing, my legs are awkwardly long and that pair of jeans makes my hips seem about 10 pounds bigger, my self-esteem has pretty much hit rock bottom. You see, I don’t need my friend to tell me the truth, if I want the truth I’ll just have a quick glance in those awful stalls where you see your own reflection staring back at you in about forty mirrors. And believe me there’s no hiding from the truth under that neonlight. Every bump, hump or zit is visible so if anything I need my friend for moral support. Honesty I can do without.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating lying or hiding your true feelings. In fact any information about my cheating boyfriend and that loudmouth politician would really be appreciated. But overall I just believe there’s a right place and a right time to say things and sometimes the truth just is not the right thing to say. And it is not that I can’t handle the truth. I’m a 27-year-old woman of the world, of course I can handle the truth!? … I’m just asking for a little empathy. I’m sensitive, sugar coat it and I’ll be fine. Honestly!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

The "Soul Supreme" way of lodging

by Ruth Bartlett a.k.a. Miss Ruth Bartleby

I’ve just spent the most intense fortnight of my life designing and fabricating a room at the magnificent Hotel Pelirocco in Brighton. The whole hotel is based around music, art and culture, with every room decorated around a different theme. So here’s a little shot of my “Soul Supreme” room. It’s an homage to Motown music, and (blowing my own horn very hard here) it’s fucking awesome! I don’t even really like purple, and I’m not fussed about Motown music, but there you go. We had a very naughty party to celebrate, which concluded with a bunch of girls running round the “Durex Playroom” suite semi naked with a bearded man in cowboy boots pole dancing.

You should all come stay sometime for cocktails and frolicking…

Ruth's "Soul Supreme" room

introducing... Marizla!

Sup Magazine, Burger Club, Cult-geist, *GIRLCORE*


I love:
music, traveling, snuggling, dancing, burgers, exotic cheese.

Bands to check out this month:
Cut off Your Hands, White Rabbits, Foals, Boris.

"For me, *GIRLCORE* is for girls who like to have fun, girls whose first instinct is to be nice and not a bitch (although some healthy bitching and shit-talking is always fun).
We help each other out, we've got each other's backs. We're homeless, we own homes. We're jobless, we run shit. We dj, we try to dj. We're in bands, we're obsessed with bands. We just are…"


A short and amazing animation to welcome you all to the world of *GIRLCORE*

>this is our friend Sara Hecke A.K.A. Miss Riel, who sent us this gem all the way from Iceland.