27 July 2009

go reborn

Introducing ‘go reborn’, Edinburgh’s pop-up guerrilla collective, who are bringing to the capital a collaborative and creative space & showroom for one month over the festival.

Godiva Boutique owner Fleur Macintosh has revolutionised the vintage and recycled fashion scene with a massively successful made-to-measure line currently flying off the rails. Her hardcore one-off mentality within Edinburgh’s fashion scene has been aped but never mastered, and this summer we take it a step further with the ‘go reborn’ initiative.

Located in the iconic ex-Venue on Calton Road, this unique central hub of creative excellence will also showcase art, design, nu-media and crafts with local and national artists. Projects include creating live canvas work which ‘go reborn’ fashion designers will work up on-site, turning out finished wearable products for visitors to witness first hand. Visual artists and musicians will also feature at special bespoke functions. At ‘go reborn’ you can expect seminars and events showcased in a top class space towering over the festival with a majestic view of the Crags and from our turret watch Edinburgh sprawled out beneath.

Pop-up culture is by nature elusive. But when it does appear, oozing out of the pavement cracks, something very special occurs. Think Fritz Lang-inspired Tunnel 228, a 15-day culture happening in the bowels of the English capital that shook London to its very core. Even The Clash’s Mick Jones has taken advantage of the supernatural pop-up beast and opened a temporary rock n’ roll library for treasure-hunting geek enthusiasts. Fashion weeks across the globe have started to embrace the pop-up culture, with surprise stores springing up in vacant lots across cities full of flamboyant one-off pieces. Anyone can enter a pop-up store, if they can find it, and its short-fused life is born, burns and dies like a comet, quick, frenetic, hot and brilliant. Pop-up is something that grabs its barrio by the scruff of the neck and shakes it - it comes out of nowhere blazing art guns and laughing wildly.

· The ‘go reborn’ collective bring you their vision

· A trailblazing pop-up space for the Edinburgh Festival.

· A creative time-out bubble for passing art lovers and fashion foragers

· A boutique with many of Godiva’s top designers showing and selling their beguiling garments

· Live canvas work, digital art, installations

· In house graphic designers, photographers and nu-media specialists

· Pop-up, come in and go - reborn.

17 July 2009

Drugs Made Pauline Vague

Before I sit down to have a gay old time with this little classic, I just wanted to update my blog. This blog hasn't appeared in pure diary form many times since it's conception, so will not bore you too much with the trivial details of my life. Suffice it to say, it is possible I may be as glamorous and mysterious as I think, but I might just be a couch potato who's run out of Harlan Coben books.

There’s been a mammoth break in blogging whilst I await the outcome of interviews with artists Emma Wesley (based in London) and Sarah Smith (based in Edinburgh). The questions are hanging in the ether until either a paintbrush is put down or blogger-boy manages to drag his carcass out on the streets and be proactive. Edinburgh is damp and grey sometimes startled by periods of summer that lift the city; for here in the city I am, and no more whisperings of leaves out by the Ochils in Stirling. Stalking up city streets with the promise of fun, eyes, shops, feet, music and the spires of Edinburgh is not a bad way to spend the summer.

I’ve been well impressed by a singer called Alela Diane , who sings of haunting American wastes of snow, mornings bright white as diamonds; this song click here is quite amazing. I found it at the Nine Bullets blog, which has the most mind-bogglingly fascinating collection of Americana and folk and country and other excellent stuff, a place to savour.

The blog title comes from a Stevie Smith poem that holds the immortal line: "Drugs made Pauline vague/ She sat one day at the breakfast table/ Fingering in a baffled way/ The fronds of the maidenhead plant."

We can only hope living in the city for the summer won't turn me into 50 Cent or worse, Morrisey. The call of the wilds is strong and in a month's time I'll be back trotting through the green shires of Stirling and whistling an inane tune whilst smoking a cheroot.