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MORE Kredit Krunch for the world!

2010-08-12T01:45:00.001-07:00

you know you want it! :)

we have also introduced Preppy man and stepford drunk on this month Who's Jack!

check it check it check yo!

read the whole thing here

page 79

WHOS JACK another column

2010-06-02T05:31:00.000-07:00

here we go

we keep going!

this time is a story about a madam with a gaga dog!

the lady dog is a princess!!!

love her or hate her is up to you!

but we love her!

read it here http://www.whosjack.org/?page_id=6857

Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew 4th Magazine Column

2010-05-05T11:34:00.000-07:00

hey there everyone!

so i know you can wait to see more from us!

and here we go!

this time we have the Burberry Ghosts!

they are here to give you a good chill on the hot summer nights!!!!!

hehehehe

click here to read Who's Jack Mag

Foxy Fry

2010-04-01T07:25:00.000-07:00

Character Drawing by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

FOXYFRY wears bodysuit by Louise Goldin, bolero jacket by SteveJ & YoniP,

nude belt and heels by Vivienne Westwood, scarf by Alexander McQueen,

Frisbee hat villains own

Once upon a time there was a young girl

who was rather good at HulaHoop.

She loved Hula so much she practiced every day without fail.

She got so good kids from all over the neighbourhood

would ask her for lessons,

to which she would always decline,

as she wanted to be the best in the country, no, the world!

Time passed, and as normal girls would have grown out of their childhood obsession,

this little girl did not.

By the time she was in her early twenties she was a pro.

She could hula on every inch of her body and held the world record.

She was a proud young woman who had achieved her dreams,

and so she put her hoops aside, confident that she was indeed, unbeatable.

One day a telegram arrived... she had been beaten.

Now in her late twenties,

she no longer had the athletic wiggle required,

but her confidence made her determined

to beat the girl from Brazil, who had bested her.

The day of the challenge approached and she was nervous,

but the nervousness soon gave way to arrogance and she failed to practice,

thinking her engrained skills with the hoops would allow her to win.

Her confidence was short sighted, as she was severely beaten in the challenge.....

Depressed upon her return,

she found she was unable to get any other job

as she had spent all her time developing hula hoop skills,

rather than qualifications.

Within a couple of years she had sadly become a 'table dancer'

at a private "Gentlemen's Club"

earning a pittance but being able to wow the men with her hula / gyrating skills,

which gave her temporary gratification.

One day,

A table of large tycoons with even larger cigars

requested her presence at their plush table...

One of the tycoons, whom she understood as the host of the men

(or at least the most powerful)

was particularly misogynistic towards the other girls, slapping their asses

and throwing money at them, rather than sticking it in their thongs,

shouting "i'll give you money, man"

With some degree of nervousness, she stepped up to the game,

and began her hula routine.

The men cheered and whooped,

as she tottered around the tabletop in precariously high heels,

the multi-coloured hoops whizzing around her in a blaze of colour.

One of the men, (which one she wasn't sure due to the dizziness)

threw his drink at the table in his excitement,

causing the surface to become sticky and slippy.

The next thing she knew was waking up backstage in her manager's office.

With the muffled screams of a red faced man pounding in her head

as one of the other girls was mopping the cut on her head,

she learned that not only had the "big" clients left in disgust

and taken their money with them, but she was also facing the sack.

Another loss in her life sent her over the edge.

Whilst in a taxi home on the way back to her flat,

she pondered why fate was punishing her so much.

The female taxi driver asked her what was wrong

as the tears rolled down her face,

and all over the coloured plastic of her hula hoops.

After she had explained the story, the taxi driver stopped the cab

and said she would like to see this sad girl do her dance one last time,

and that if she did, she wouldn't have to pay the fare.

Realising that in her concussion she had been robbed

by one of the other girls in the club, she had no option,

although she thought perhaps this strange cab driver

was being a 'little bit lesbian' in her request.

The cab stopped on a deserted street

and she began the routine as the driver watched,

clapping and applauding louder and louder

as the hulas whirled around her.

Faster and faster she spun,

the colours becoming all but a blur....

In the motion induced dizziness

she thought she saw jolts of electricity crackling

from a strange black hat the cab driver was now wearing,

which she was sure she didn't have on before.

Then everything went dark...

....and all she could see in the dark was a pink circular object.

Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew meets.....

2010-04-01T07:18:00.001-07:00

Georgie + James were paid a visit by the wonderful MATandME recently

read all about it here

Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew 3rd Magazine Column

2010-04-01T04:44:00.000-07:00

Here we go again!

Our 3rd column

Check it out here

The Stepford Drunk

2010-04-01T03:35:00.001-07:00

Character illustration by GEORGIEandJAMES

The Stepford Drunk wears lace and ostrich fur cardigan from Portobello Market,

dress from vintage store in NYC, purple slip made by the Drunk,

heels by Paul Smith, tights(worn as scarf) and hat by topshop

It had been a few weeks since the disappearance of the object of her affection

She'd listened in awe at his end of the world theory

during her short breaks from the library

where unruly children would tease her for her lack of social skills

as well as her 'irregular' dress sense, which told the story of her frailty.

She had begun working in the school library a while back

as an English Lit grad, she was overjoyed to be working

surrounded by the things she adored the most - books.

Not long ago she had become fearful

as computer units were installed in the area,

and she was told to begin cataloguing the archive,

as 'everything was going online'.

Not only did her heart weep when she would find torn out pages of the classics,

but now she heard that soon books would become obselete & unnecessary!

She began to become desperate at the finality of her situation.

Firstly, her love had disappeared.....without warning, without trace....

She had suspected the mean maths teacher,

she always had felt he had an uneasy rivalry with her unrequieted love,

and had even told this to the principal, must to his disbelief

but now even the "Math-meany" had disappeared.....

Now she faced a future without not only her human love,

but also without her paperbased friends.

Closing the library during lunchtime,

she wept away the tears as she went deeper into the stacks

towards the books she had grown up with, adored for ages

She pulled out a silver hipflask from her Monsoon purse

as she swigged down the liquor, thumbing through her companions,

through the cheeky passages of Chaucer to the passionate embrace of Heathcliff....

she continued to neck down the liquid as her tears waterlogged the tiny print.

Her head began to swim with thoughts of Heathcliff the science professor

grabbing her tightly on the moors.....no the library floors.....

no.....how they would run away together......onto the moors..

....and do sudoku on all fours......

She realised that she was too intoxicated to reopen the library....

she would lose her job and the children would laugh at her....

she had to get away!

Panicking, she needed something to calm herself down,

as the clock was ticking and soon those little bastards would file in,

to rip out pictures, from her friends the books,

and begin facebooking and looking at happy slapping virals on youtube.

Rifling through Mrs Elderberry's desk,

she found some Marlboro Reds - just the ticket!

She'd never smoked before in her life,

but in her intoxicated stupour it was just what she needed.

Upon inhaling her first drag she coughed and wheezed so much

she became completely lightheaded,

the first rush of a cigarette combined with the power of booze

sent her crashing into the periodicals stacked up nicely.

Within minutes of dropping the fag into the now spilt alcohol,

the room was beginning to become ablaze......

She had never considered dramatic action,

she was a delicate soul who loved the dashing Mr Darcy, not Mr Arson.

As the smoke filled the room, she began to panick

- she was not level headed enough to escape this dramatic action -

the most drama she'd even seen was in her head

when she'd nervously read a Mills & Boon,

and soon she was passing out

on the only well worn patch of unscorched carpet left....

Thoughts swirled in her head -

booze.....fags.....MeanyMaths.....Mr Darcy.....The Science teacher.....

the object of her love.....and how she would never see him again....

.as her vision grew darker and darker.....

The school firebell woke her with a start..... with a newfound vigour

Dusting off her delicate fibres she grabbed the hipflask

and triumphantly in one swoop inhaled all the smoke and flames,

passing them into the now-magical flask like a blowback.

Opening the rear window to the library

she hoisted herself out carefully,

so as not to catch her delicate silk lace and ostrich feather outfit on the windowframe.

She felt normal.

And in need of a drink.

The schoolbell clanging away behind her she knew what she had to do.

Running from her past, she ran towards the future.

A future with her scientific action man, whom she now knew,

for some strange reason, was alive........

look at the delicacy of her fabrics - they do not match her drunken determination!

Cheers Sweetie!

Do not let her near your carpets!

If you see her tottering around in these heels clutching a hip flask

Run! Run towards a fire hydrant!

PreppyMan

2010-04-01T02:47:00.000-07:00

Character drawings by GEORGIEandJAMES

It was a warm day in the flat of the entomologist.

His scientific findings were well-renknowned at the lab he worked at,

and he was widely known for his speciality in Myrmecology.

Downstairs was where he kept his pride and joy, his babies.

A large organised perspex box housed his ant friends,

who had built a wonderful colony

that he would spend so much time talking to,

analysing and recording, much to chagrin of his girlfriend.

She would often return home from shopping,

laden down with bags from various designer stores

which he would ignore, even if the clothes were for him

(which she consistently attempted to do,

in a desperate attempt to 'trendify' him)

so she could finally introduce him to her friends.

One day he left for an 'Entomology UK' conference,

where he was due to give a paper on the colony

he had developed and was so proud of.

His girlfriend had bought him a special shirt for it,

smart and preppy- style, from Tsumori Chisato.

He decided he would wear it, as it had embroidered ants across it,

despite the fact that he didn't agree with designer clothes,

ants were far more important!

She said she would be fine and would look after the ants,

as she would be there all evening as a friend of hers

was in need of TLC,

being sued by her workplace for malpractice

and that they would be 'on the pinio'.

Upon his return the following day,

he strode into the flat which was a scorching oven.

Worried at how hot it was, he leapt downstairs to see his babies.

He stopped in horror to find they had all disappeared bar one.

Frantically he searched high and low for the missing colony.

'How could thousands disappear?', he thought, 'she must be responsible'!

Anger burned inside him like fire

as he overturned boxes and files in his desperate search.

"Look Inside......." a voice said

PreppyMan wears shirt by Tsumori Chisato, trousers by Yohji Yamamoto,

shoes by Maison Martin Margiela, jumper by John Smedley,

vintage sunglasses by Linda Farrow,

vintage 'box of delights' by YSL from Japan

He couldn't work out where the voice was coming from.

Suddenly he realised that the single ant,

(which was different to the others, being a strange black and grey striped one)

was telling him to look inside.....

Look inside what? He thought he was going crazy. An ant couldn't be talking to him!

"look inside.....look inside.....," the ant clicked, "YSL....... YSL..."

He tore towards the vintage YSL box she had given him for his birthday last year.

Upon opening the lid he saw with the horror the bodies of his now-dried out children.

Shutting the box he wept as he thought of how selfish she had been,

getting drunk with her bitch friends whilst they suffered and perished in the heat.

The YSL box began to shake, but he did not notice due to his own shaking with grief at his unfortunate loss... the lid burst open and the ants, now all a strange black and grey stripe, began to swarm out of the box and all over his body, crawling inside him!

The last thing he heard,

as thoughts of order, structure and system organisation took him over,

was the front door go to the house they shared......

"honey - she started - its me! are you back?

we went to find her.......

she was kind of depressed last night.....but she's missing!"

Upon turning the corner she screamed

as the once familiar looking face stood in the hallway to face her, now all sharp lines, and crisply creased trousers....

with his army of hungry friends now swarming towards her

from the golden YSL gift she had bought.

"Feed my pretties....," she heard him say, "remember all in single file now.........."

Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew 2nd Magazine Column

2010-03-31T14:30:00.000-07:00

Here we go again!

our 2nd column!

check it out here

NURSIE

2010-02-06T13:01:00.000-08:00

the story of the Nursie revealed.......

Illustration by GEORGIEandJAMES

The tale of nursie

It was a busy day at the General Hospital.

Blood was pouring out of the wound she had just stitched up.

For some reason, she had forgotten to use the correct thread to stitch up his gash.

She couldn't concentrate for the thought of how she had failed

her BUPA entrance exam.

Instead of pampering to Chanel wearing old women

(who may have left her the odd trinket in their wills)

she was instead left with the excitement of wiping arses

and giving injections to crack addicts on the NHS.

She couldn't quite believe her predicament

- she was hated in her department for her orderly approach to the job-

She was accurate and efficient, why would BUPA not want her skillset?

The patient was getting delirious, and babbling more now than when he had come in.

She called for 'back up' on the buzzer.

Again she pressed the button for assistance.

She could imagine them all sitting in the office, laughing at her panic.

"let her organise her way out of the situation" they must be saying, she thought.

In a panic she reached for a sedative, to calm the lunatic thrashing about on the bed.

'100 milligrams of sedative should do it'.

In her haste, she didn't see the bottle of Barbituates she accidentally reached for.

Within minutes she was pushed aside by the onlooking rival nurses,

trying to rescue the now dying vegetable she had been supervising.

Two days later at a friends house,

she pondered over the situation, over wine with the girls,

wondering if one of her rivals had switched the medical supplies

to orchestrate her malpractice suit situation, as well as her being fired.

She realised her predicament was falling on deaf ears,

as the others seemed more preoccupied listening to one of their number

whining about her ant-obsessed boyfriend,

'how he had no time to take her shopping, and was acting a bit odd'

Returning home, she realised that there was no point in fighting the NHS.

None of her bitch friends really seemed to care either, preferring to placate

a whining 'Carrie Bradshaw' style problem, rather than a real one.

Opening the medicine cabinet after returning home,

she decided it would be better to end it all.

After too much wine and self analysis, she pottered about the box,

searching for something she had stolen from work to make it all go away.

In her delusion she realised, all too late,

that the grey and black odd looking formula she had just injected into a vein,

was not the chemical she had thought.....

And thus, NURSIE was born, themometer at the ready!

She would be ready to 'facilitate' wellbeing for the world,

in the name of order, efficiency and of course, the dark lord himself!

NURSIE will take your temperature now!

NURSIE wears vintage nurse dress from Rokit,

thigh high length boots from Prada,

customised glasses from GerogieandJames,

turtlecracker from Conran

she has no eyes.

she has sparkles.

her eyes move around.

she can .... vanish as well

Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew 1st Magazine Column

2010-02-03T07:49:00.000-08:00

yo yo yo yo!

So our first "PRINTED" of Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew!!!!

Here We Go!

Click here and go to Page 24!

You can read more here!!

http://www.whosjack.org/?page_id=3754

The KandyMan-Kan!

2010-02-02T03:57:00.000-08:00

The music was the soundtrack to his life.

His skateboard was how he travelled.

As a nipper, he used to save all his pocket money to go to the local newsagent

and get a quarter of his favourites - sweets.

Any kind. Any time.

pear drops / apple sours / flying saucers / fizzy laces / cola cubes / rubarb & custard

it didnt matter.

he didnt care.

As long as he could taste the delicious candy....

Character Drawings by "GEORGIEandJAMES'

Flashforward 20 years later, he had acheived his dream.

He was the proud owner of a small, but perfectly preserved traditional English sweet shop.

He was proud of it.

Every day he would proudly polish the silver scales,

upon which he would pour a quarter of whatever the customer ordered.

The bright pink and white stripe decor on the awning outside

cast a warm, welcoming nostalgic glow across the shop.

But his lot was not a happy one.....

Children these days rarely came to visit him, to fill their bellies with sweet sweets.

They preferred instead to save their money for computer games,

ignoring the nostalgic experience he had so cherished as a child.

The only customers he had these days were drunk students

or arrogant affluent young professionals,

who didn't care for the candy like he did, or had done throughout his life.

One day a dark suited salesman with intimidating Ray-Bans strode into the shop,

casting an ominous shadow over his pink and white trimmed interior.

With sad eyes he gazed, fazed by the eviction notice in front of him.

Times had changed, and so had children.

He cursed at the Governments 'healthy eating' programmes

which had cost him his dream.

As he began to put away his tubs of various kinds of sweets,

packing them into boxes, as if archiving the collection of the past,

one tub fell from the shelf that was still to be packed.

It was an odd shaped box, not like the rotund plastic tub like the others.

He thought to himself he had never seen this one before, as knew all the flavours off by heart...

He opened the geometric tub, hearing a hiss as he turned the metallic lid.

Placing one of the sharp grey and black striped sours in his mouth,

he felt a sudden sweetness he had never felt in all his life.....

And then he heard a voice, shrill and piercing as the candy took him over.

"join us"

He knew then what he had to do.

He knew where he had to go.

And the voice would help him make them pay.

He would bring candy to the world in a way never done before.......

He climbed aboard his now transformed skateboard,

which was now a magnificent fluoro pink,

clanging the doorbell of his sweetshop behind him, he set off to change the future.....

THE KANDY-MAN-KAN wears neon leggings and pink shorts from American Apparel,

socks by Tabio,Neon Pink weighing scale mobility platform from Shinjuku, Japan,

neon multistar tee and vintage replica Jem & the Holograms tee by James Hamilton Butler,

pink neon stretch belt by Alexander McQueen

pink cravat by Libertys, fingerless 80's vintage gloves from Brick Lane Mkt, headphone visor from Lumine, Japan,

diamante brooches by Marjan Pejoski & duck diamante necklace from Butler & Wilson

There are loads of sounds in there......

you may hear what you never wanna hear again......

It may kill you ... the sound of death.....

These are not Kandy! Do not eat them! even if he offers them to you!

o yeah!

DO NOT DISTURB HIM

WHILST THE KANDYMAN KAN MAKES SHAPES TO HIS MUSIC...

The sporty story of Surf-O-Matic Girl!

2010-01-30T04:17:00.000-08:00

SUFR-O-MATIC GIRL

She joined Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew

to save her Brother "Kitsune-Man"

Her little brother was once taken away from her side

to the dark side of the Kredit Krunch...

She ran and ran and ran to rescue him but she was not fast enough......

One day she found a disused snowboard up in the mountain

where her and her brother were brought up.

The Omatic Board started to glow when it felt her existence.....

"The Board chooses the Boarder, Miss O'matic"

she heard in her head

Then the next second ...

she was transformed into "SURF-O-MATIC" girl.......

with the magical power the Board gave her the magical clutch from

"Burberry Prosum"

it was filled with full of MAGIC....

you will find out more what is in her clutch later on......

now she has the magical board and the clutch....

she can move fast

she can jump fast

can she save her brother from the evil Kredit Krunch ?

SURF-O-MATIC GIRL wears........

ski mask from ANON, fur hat surfer's own,vintage NYC vintage charity dress (LSD )

fur stole - sorting family hireloom, clutch by BURBERRY PROSUM,

gloves by "BURBERRY LONDON", surf boots by "VANS", board by "OMATIC"

this is her character drawing by GEORGIEandJAMES. super dooper!

sensual / mysterious / inviting / glare / fur-tastic

screaming.... calling her brothers name from the mountain top.....

but he does not return..........

beware of her lips....

she has a special winter breeze power hidden in there........

(make up ... thank you to MAC )

the detail sequin shot embroidered on the Silk Chiffon....

ooohhhh how delicate yet how powerful SURF-O-MATIC girl is!

we love the combination of texture...

and the way the colour ripples around the chest

as she flies around the winter landscape

last but not least the amazing VANS snow boots.....

it almost reminds us of some sort of insect..... but yet girly ?

the mega crazy snowboard girl is here!!!!

love it! slide it!

on that fashion snow slope now!

Will anyone help her find her poor lost bro?

The Burberry Ghost HOMME

2010-01-27T11:27:00.000-08:00

the "Burberry GHOSTS"

here we would like to introduce you the HOMME GHOST.

Just a gentle reminder... the Burberry Ghosts are always together....

However each one of them has their own sob story....

their own legacy....

their own issues.....

so let us unfold the second secret of the "Burberry Ghosts"

The Character Drawing by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

He was a busy city living man....

They lived in a house on the edge of the park.

the house was enormous, filled with the yapping of three dogs,

all pedigree mind....

the fourth, a mongrel, was a little mental

and would bite the hand that fed it, so it had to sadly be put down.

He also had a lovely wife.

His wife was a hard working lady and they met at work

in the banking industry, transforming all those big clients money

to those Swiss bank accounts.

He knew what he was doing to fiddle those numbers.

He was an innocent man with a dirty habit....if you know what we mean.

After the mongr-elle dog was sadly put down,

his wife became a little depressed.

He loved his wife so much that on one cold winters night he decided to

take her for some retail therapy.

They had been so obsessed with the brand "BURBERRY"

The couples' happiest moment was when they strode through their

walk-in wardrobe, smelling the Burberry's lux fabric

and breathing in the British Heritage.

When he saw the Burberry Logo reflected in her eyes

he felt that his life was full and rewarding.

His client at the bank had invited the couple to the Burberry Xmas Sample sale.

He thought this was the perfect opportunity to cheer her up after the death of the mongrel.

It was 6.45pm and he needed to see his wife at Piccadilly Circus in the next 30mins.

But he was delayed, one of his big clients had visited him late afternoon

offering him a bonus he could not turn down, (for he would be able to buy more and more Burberry)

her name was "Miss Midnight"

"Miss Midnight" was a suspicious lady.

she appeared on a rainy day out of the mist, with a strong smell of cat.

Since he was a dog person he was slightly unnerved by the scent.

She was involved in a big project to help "turn" the world, she told him.

However she did not disclose any more details about the project.

Only thing he knew was "Miss Midnight" needed more funds.

However on that evening "Miss Midnight" seemed slightly odd.

She looked mysterious with her black vintage cape from Japan with a spiky hat.

He picked up his phone to call his wife to inform her that he was running late,

but that it would be worth the wait.

Halfway through the phone call Miss Midnight's hat had started to sparkle + crackle.

Lightning had struck his phone and he was no longer able to move.

From the sparkling energy came a round red hat....

the hat flew around him and plonked itself on his head.

Before he knew it he was controlled by Miss Midnight's sparkly hat and

felt himself sit down uncontrollably in front of his computer........

The last memory he had was him transferring the entire banks of the

worlds' stock shares, investments, private accounts etc.

yes .... all those assets into Miss Midnight's un-traceable, greedy Swiss Bank Account's mouth.

Suddenly after the transaction was complete, the red hat sucked in his soul,

making him into a burberry ghost......

The collection of garments layered themselves one upon another,

he found it difficult to breathe under all that luxury!

However his love for his wife created a miracle and after he transformed

in the red hat he teleported away to look for her

......as his final wish.

The next thing he knew he was side by side with his equally soulless wife, looking fine and dandy in Burberry, but unable to appreciate it. The only thing they could appreciate, was their new mistress...... Mistress Midnight!

All around the world phones started to ring...and ring + ring again..

High powered industrial tycoons were screaming

at their poor secretaries

"WHERE HAS ALL THE MONEY GONE?!"

What would happen to them now?

BURBERRY GHOST HOMME wears mystery mask by Burberry,

inside out bodymac byBurberry Prorsum, black bodysuit worn as skirt jkt byBurberry Prorsum,

leather mac worn as wide belt by Burberry Prorsum, ponyskin shoes & trousers by Paul Smith, Hat by Puma

Strong Profile shape!

the layers are strong, and bound tightly to keep his liberty at bay!

When these heels begin to clack its time to shriek and turn your back!

the HOMME stomp

it's a sign.... when the HOMME stomp starts

it starts to sing a song of Danger......

Can you hear the whisper from the red hat + the jingle of the death bell?

if you do and you like burberry the hat may come and find you too!

be warned......

Westwood, the Woodland Wonder

2010-01-24T08:29:00.000-08:00

Character Illustration by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

She heard a scream in the forest

A scream like she had never heard before....

She hobbled to her window to try to hear what was happening next

only to find her friends, the birds, chirping not so soundly as she had remembered.

Although she could not see them, she could tell that they had been injured,

as their chirps were not that of morning glory, but that of a death rattle.

She felt for the windowsill, expectantly reaching out to desperately help,

only to find the last twitchings of her avian friends in their final moments......

Once more, and for the final time, she heard a scream,

but this scream was not the same one she had heard before....

this was a scream based around pleasure, based around debasement,

coming from the direction of her friend, the porridge maker.

She knew straight away that the whispers she had heard from her friends,

the animals and the trees in the woods, was really true...

finally making its' presence known in the world.

She also knew it would be the last time

she ever got to taste that delicious porridge.

Hurryingly she grasped for her talisman, the ancient lamplight,

and upon striking its wick, a warm glow was cast across her humble abode.

Shuffling toward the altar in front of the fire, she cast her bones

chanting for the loss of an innocent,

the innocent whose screams she had so sadly heard...

before casting out a spell that would certainly attract the attention of a hero,

one who could help her smite down the growing evil she could feel.

She could feel a presence within the spell....

someone trying to contact her? or someone for whom the message could reach?

It was one of test tubes and molecules, knowledge....science.....

....and... Morrisons.....?

together perhaps they could seek the secret

to unmasking and defeating the darkness coming ever closer

to her safe sanctuary within the forest.........

WESTWOOD THE WOODLAND WONDER wears showpiece cape by Bora Aksu,

glitter belt by Preen, leaf hat by Chloe Scrivener, tights by Agent Provocateur,

transparent shoes by SteveJ & YoniP, lamplight from John Lewis,

broom headpiece from China, ballrings from a Xmas Cracker

Silently she searches the woods for her friends.....

G.L.A.M - O.R.O.U.S....... glamorous. Just like Fergie

She calls to her woodland friends with her magic wooden whistle

Her cape in action at LFW from BORA AKSU

She lights the way for the woods

Her transparent shoes are like her vision....

she may not see what is in front of her,

but she can transparently see beyond what you do!

Barbourella - the pig queen

2010-01-24T04:01:00.001-08:00

Character Illustration by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

Once upon a time...

there was a large, bubbly girl who lived on a farm with her parents.

She loved animals, especially pigs.

Everyday she would volunteer to help look after the pigs,

rather than go to school and play with the other children.

As a result, the other children would often swing by after school,

to taunt her for her lack of social skills, and remind her that she often smelt of swine....

.....what mean spirited children!

She dreamt of a day when she would grow up and become a beautiful swan.

Unfortunately, as the years went by, no man ever came near her,

even the other farmers, as the smell of pig

had permeated her pores so deeply that it had stuck!

She decided she would try her luck in the city,

and always surrounded herself with fresh flowers

to disguise the stench she had grown up with.

This tale gets even sadder

as i tell you that the only job she could get was typing for a large megacompany,

as she had no formal qualifications to do anything else, and there were no farms in the city.

Her boss was a mean spirited man, but she developed a large crush on him

as he was the only man who ever paid her any attention

(despite the fact that it was mainly negative attention)

and was always telling her to be 'more feminine', as despite her best efforts,

as she had grown up on a farm, fashion and femininity was not on the top of the agenda!

One day, her mean boss was screaming larger than usual,

when she was handed a note by the other, smaller,

slyer rival secretary telling her she was out of a job.

In fact they all were.

Her tiny eyes filled with tears as she thought about how she would have to move

back to the farm, and once more get closer to the pigs she loved and missed dearly

, but also back to the smell that she had finally gotten rid of

thanks to the non stop flowers she spent all her wages on.

As she packed her stuff at her pokey tiny desk,

the tears rolled down her plump fat cheeks

and splashed all over what remained of her now unnecessary paperwork.

She went back to her pokey tiny flat, and began to mentally organise

how she would begin to pack and prepare for her move back to the middle of nowhere.

As she scoured the room she saw her favourite photograph from her childhood,

one of her, the swineherd, on the farm surrounded by her old friends, the pigs.

Something swelled within her, so much so that she became filled with a desire to be with them, to be one of them, to get away from all the pain caused by her unrequited love.

She wiped the tears from her fat face and went to sit down in front of the mirror

only to find that she was no longer the tubby farm girl,

but the most beautiful woman she had ever seen!

She realised though, that beauty is a double edged sword as a simple glance to her flatmate

fell down dead at the sheer sight of her amazing face.

(who had just walked in and was demanding to know who

the beautiful woman was sitting in front of the mirror)

She removed the pig mask from her dresser, placing it so as to cover her transformation.

Picking up the transformed flowers (which had gone from living to synthetic)

Thus Barbourella - the pig queen - was born.

BARBOURELLA THE PIG QUEEN wears pigmask from Blackpool joke shop, jacket by Barbour,

vintage wedding dress from Afflecks Palace, elephant skin boots by PostMistress, tights M&S, watch from Browns,

Reindeer "Rudy" throw cape from Helsinki market, Roses fromLegoLand and Caravan Boutique

She uses her LEGO ROSE and SILVER ROSE as her weapon.

Covered in her Fur Protected Armor!

She has a shy side......

Her fem pose....

Her little gold piggy.

It is her protection Symbol.

The Golden Piggy will come to life when Barbourella is in Danger!

She uses her LEGO-ROSE

but she can also make new shapes with the LOGO to help on her journey!

BURBERRY GHOST -femme-

2010-01-21T08:48:00.000-08:00

the "Burberry GHOSTS"....

here we would first like to introduce you the FEMME GHOST.

Just a gentle reminder... the Burberry Ghosts are always together....

However each one of them have their own story....

their own legacy....

their own issues.....

so let us unfold the first secret of the "Burberry Ghosts"

Character Drawings by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

She was a busy city girl who had a dream ......

She worked in town centre everyday working in a bank....

But her dreams were to live in the mountains with her lovely Husband.

who also worked in the city very very hard.

They had a very high standard in the way they lived.

the house they lived in on the edge of a park was retented to perfection.

A Conran obsession started the the moment they both got

promoted high up at work.

Their favourite brand was BURBERRY..

from pajamas and slippers to pants, scarfs and gloves.

Even her morning Starbucks... once she got to her office

she would poor the coffee into a Burberry Mug.

One December .... as the fashionistas will know, yes...

it's time for XMAS SAMPLE SALE......

the couple planned to attend the sale to stack up on their seasonal wears.

On the way to the Sample sale, she had a phone call from her Husband.

He sounded rather stressed and huffy on the phone.

"Hey..... I'm running late....

I know I have the invitation to the sample sale.... could you get in without me?

but I think I am gonna take a while to get to--------"

the phone got cut off....

She felt very uneasy....

The next moment whilst she was hoping her Husband was going to be OK,

a red object flew past her eyes.....and it was making a noise

as the object flew in front of her....

That is when she heard a scream....

the scream was coming from this red object......

and it surely sounded like a man's voice... HER man's voice!

her husband's screaming voice was coming from it.....

the red object landed on the wet december london pavement.......

it was a hat......

a red hat...

she picked it up and thought.

"oh... that weird it's a PUMA hat...urg! thats not Burberry.!?"

The next moment she was no longer in London covered by rain.

the Red Puma hat sucked her whole to an another world......

the world of the "KREDIT KRUNCH KATWALK KREW"

her soul was taken away.....

as the layers of Burberry garments flapped around her

she was unable to make any facial expression

....except for sheer terror.

She only knew one thing....

She could only see one thing.....

A mysterious woman, swathed in Black!

BURBERRY GHOST FEMME wears

dress worn as mystery mask by Burberry Prorsum,

black underlay mac by Burberry London, grey middlemac by Burberry Prorsum,

camel outerwings mac by Burberry London, shoes by Paul Smith, hat by Puma

wrapped in the layers and layers of Burberry.......

her face is no longer there....

although when she speaks the Burberry mask ripples as the gentle wind would gush out.

in a shape of the Knight on a horse....

yes just like the Burberry Prorsum Logo.....

Exposing her inner power she takes off another layer of Burberry

to expose more hidden layers of the Burberry beauty.........

Her powers gets stronger and stronger as she take the layers off.....

Beware...... you do not want to see her with no layers on...

The simple classic Black Burberry London Mac is exposed.......

and yet the red hat remains.....

There must be some sort of secret in that Red Puma hat......?

and she starts moving......

wiggling and wriggling to glare at you......

the FEMME dance.......

it's a sign....

when the FEMME dance starts it starts to sing a song of Danger......

Can you hear the whisper from the red hat

and the jingle of the death bell?

if you do and you like burberry

the hat may come and find you as well.......

be warned......

GRIZZLY SLUT

2010-01-18T15:50:00.001-08:00

GRRROOOAAAARRR said the The Grizzly Slut.........

Character drawing by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

She once lived in a cabin in the woods and she lived with her HubbyBear and BabyBear.
She used to enjoy listening to the birds that would land on her windowsill and sing to her whilst she tended to BabyBear, and made porridge waiting for her HubbyBear to return from logging in the forest.

However one day he had not returned home for much longer than expected.... she packed up her porridge and went searching in the forest,

leaving the windowsill birds to look after BabyBear.

Further and further into the woods she went, searching for him doing his logging.

What she found was her husband deep in the woods....

not logging..... but DOGGING.

She ran from that place unannounced..... how could he do this to her?

Her torment must have been heard by all the animals,

for none would come near her in her sadness.

By the time she got back to the cabin, her sadness was doubled....

BabyBear was nowhere to be found, and the birds were gone!

In the rocking chair sat a funny lithe figure,

his elegant but mean spirited features illuminated by the fire.

He told her the tale of the baby sacrifice by the gay doggers in the forest,

and of her husbands homosexual deception....

He offered her an option

An option she couldn't refuse in her sadness....and grief inspired madness

the stripy dark lord taught her every thing she needed to know...

A man would never deceive her again... he taught her many things...

how to seduce....

how to invite innocent men to her little cabin.....

to make a beautifully smelling porridge....

and adding so much poison in the mix........

She is happy for you to eat her porridge but once you have..........
death......
she will trick you into eating her Porrige Trickery.

Be aware!
Don't be drawn in by her SEX Appeal.
Remember! CAUTION! She is Danger! "

GRIZZLY SLUT wears

heirloom fur jacket from 'Grandma Freud', loop texture dress from H&M,shoes by Agent Provocateur,

tribal mask and bear companion, presents from the lovers of the slut, hat from lost property

her dark nails.... her tribal mask hide her heterosexual tears of disappointment

no one knows her true face....

the only 'man' living who has seen her without her mask is the Dark Lord that it is.

Killer Sex Eyes.....

To sait her madness for manflesh, the dark one gave her a baby substitute...

or is it indeed her own child, trapped by manipulative forces of darkness???

"mommy....."

Dr Contrast

2010-01-18T10:15:00.000-08:00

DR. CONTRAST

character Drawing from "GEORGIEandJAMES"

In a dark, damp cold room in the basement of some animal testing laboratory

on the outskirts of town, the cold wind rattled the dirty windows, causing racks of test tubes and other scientific bottles and jars to vibrate with an uneven frequency.

The silhouette of strange animals in small cages squeaked and croaked with an unfamiliar chorus as the lightening outside clashed across the sky.

A shrivelled and dishevelled man in a green lab coat was rapidly typing on a keyboard,

frothing at the mouth as his bony fingers clacked against the well worn keys.

The man's well worn face was lightly illuminated from the monitor,

which had seen better days, being held together with a variety of household tape.

As he frantically typed his formulas out on the screen,

an instant message flashed up from his newely recent cyber-chat buddy 'MMM' .

* Is it nearly ready yet? *

he scowled at the impatience of his newfound friend and thought that maybe "psychogeniale.com" was not perhaps the best way to make the kind of friends

who allowed him to take his time to perfect the plan.

Slamming down his notepad in annoyance at having been interrupted in his most important work, he was about to reply when he received another,

* my theory points to the fact that we need a third. *

My theory? just who did this idiot think he was to question his biological / physiological superior intelligence?? After all, maths was no match for science!

He conceded that after all, this 'MMM' did indeed possess the second part of the process with his ability to envision numbers and mathematical equations

like no-one else he had ever encountered.

He typed, his frail hands quivering with anticipation

at the thought of a third person to join the plan.

The instant reply came not from his friend, but another unknown user

*SHE has already found YOU*

Said the user

In two respective dark rooms, two men sat back in shock at their respective monitors.

*You two boys are marvellous. Absolute Genius.

But there is one piece of the puzzle you are missing*

the chat continued

* WTF ?! *

they both typed simultaneously, both wondering how in the world she had found their user names, as well as knowing about their conversation.

* M.A.G.I.C *

she typed.

Both men were stunned by the stupidity of her suggestion.

Magic was for children who dreamed of owls and lightening scars.

This was Science and Maths !

The two most powerful forces of reason.

The mysterious woman went on to explain that her cards

and runes all pointed to the stars aligning soon.

Aligning on a date that matched not only the theories on the monitors of the laboratory,

but also that on the scribbles and pages strewn around the dark room

belonging to the man known as MMM.

The three agreed that coincidence was not a factor here,

and that they should meet to activate the plan, as the date was not far off.

Soon they would rip open the doorway,

establishing themselves as the new Newton, Einstein, whoever.

After this, the old brainboxes would all be forgotten

as a new age of intelligence controlled all.

The lightening clashed outside repeatedly.

In the darkest corner of the Laboratory,

behind the cages housing the strange silhouetted animals,

(who were now squwaking, thrashing and chirping loudly,

as if anticipating something coming)

A large crystal dome in the shape of a star, sat atop numerous wired tubes,

cylinders and mechanical technickery as lights flickered on and off across various sections.

As he closed his monitor (now they had agreed on an activation date for all three to meet)

he glanced over to the back of the room.

Within the glistening shimmering dome at the top of the machine,

ethereal swirls of pale and dark grey stripes shifted about,

swimming with anticipation, as inviting and beautiful as it was terrifying.

DR CONTRAST wears

vintage layered contrast coat, olive roll hems by Sparks, glamour heels by Vivienne Westwood

Are they dolls?

Are they alive?

Who are they?

Do they have powers?

We think they do......

Cute but Evil.....Dollies!

Dr. Contrast with his magical syringe........

Pretty and Dangerous Weapon of his.......

What will he inject into those poor animals?

You would hear him Clicking his heels as he walks around his Lab....

Mr Marjella

2010-01-17T03:52:00.000-08:00

Mr Marjella

Character Illustration by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

He snarled as he took his sip of morning coffee in the Teachers' lounge.

He scanned the crowded room for signs of his nemesis, and there he was, still professing his stupid end-of-the-world theory to the disillusioned art and french teachers

(who were looking dismayed at having been cornered by the photocopier)

He realised that blackmailing Shaquille hadn't worked, and that catching him attempting to impregnate Chelsea in the boiler room was now a blackmail that had been wasted.

He had known this two days prior when he had seen the young offender being roughly escorted out of the Headmasters office by Police.

In normal circumstances he would now become paranoid at the youth's blabbing mouth

and his involvement in the situation, a problem he now had no care for.

Silently edging towards the photocopier he whispered to the others,

who were still reeling from the hit and run of (bourbon induced) apocalyptic

rambling by the Physics master.

"what a load of nonsense," he incited ,

"my mathematical theorem totally disproves the ramblings of a drunk"

And with that he swished out the staff lounge knowing that yet again,

he had turned more of the teaching body away from the ramblings of the man he hated.

It was a friday, and he couldn't wait for the weekend.

He had been waiting for this weekend, for so long,

to finally get his hands on a few pieces from the Maison Martin Margiela new season.

It would be in store from 11a.m, so the mailing list email had said.

He had written in down in big permenant pen on the calendar date and circled the number,

just like his brand idol!

Despite his failed blackmailed indirect murder attempt,

he was happy at the thought of being in that clinical white and chrome space,

being waited on by those lab coat technicians as they brought out

more and more of the new season for him to try on.

Saturday morning came and he cheerfully bounded down Bruton St, in Mayfair,

past the hippy florals of Matthew Williamson

and the overbearing window display from Juicy Couture.

He liked his fashion conceptual, clinical, clean.

With joy he entered the familiar looking shop, greeted by the doorman.

Upon approaching the rails he felt uneasy....

An all too familiar set of garments hung there, beautiful, classic, edgy,

but he had seen them before......he had most of them in his wardrobe.

"whe...where is the new season??!?!!!" he spluttered, almost losing control

(something he was very careful never to do,

even at work and especially in the presence of the Margiela clothes)

The anger boiled up inside him as he heard the tale of how the store had opened early due to a special request from a Chinese nouveaux-riche and his entourage. His anger almost exploded as he learned that the entire new season had been bought out in its' entirety.

At home, disappointed and distressed, he thought over how the two things he had predicted to be successes had ended up as duds....not working out in his favour at all.

This weren't the equation outcomes he had predicted, and why? he was a genius!!

He decided he would cheer himself up by putting on every single piece of Maison Martin Margiela he could, even though it wasn't the new season.

He pondered over his mathematical theory, plastered all over the walls of his office,

all pointing to the same theory that had been echoed around the teaching lounge earlier.

He would get revenge. Revenge for the "stolen" Margiela.

He knew numbers, he knew all the numbers, and they went far further than '22'.

He picked up the phone and began to dial an unusual number for Britain.

Somewhere in a darkened room,

a long grey and black striped arm snaked around the receiver to pick it up..........

Mr Marjella only wears

Maison Martin Margiela

He likes maths.

He likes Numbers.

Margiela likes Numbers.

and Marjella like Numbers.

He has no eyes.....

but he has Numbers................

yes.... he has a Number Stare Beam and also he can throw Numbers!

the numbers will get in your head.... and start calculating it self up...

till your brain bursts........

NUMBER EXPLOSION!!!!

Where do you think all these ACC came from???

hmmmm... Can you guess???

yep!

your right!

they are all Margiela!!!

and the Diamond Ring.......

from Margiela......

Did you guess it right this time???

and guess where the Gloves are from???

Hmmm?

Now use your little brain and tell us....

Yes

they are from John Lewis!!!! hahahaha!

and the beautiful SHOES!!!

you know when Mr Marjella Loves you or hate you....

when the ring shows the "HATE" sign that means he is planning to blow your brain with his Number slaves!!!!

Mr Pythagoras

2010-01-16T15:58:00.000-08:00

My Pythagoras's Story

Character Illstration by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

One hot humid day in London, a lowly underpaid science teacher.

was mopping his brow whilst grading underachieving student papers.

He had far more to worry about than the youths he had to try to teach at his unfortunate placement at one of Hackney's Community Colleges.

The heat and the conditions were revolting, as were the students.

Only last week he had narrowly escaped being stabbed with a makeshift "biro shank" by Shaquille, after trying to explain why he had been referred again on his physics paper.

Despite this attempt at murder, he thought of how the bureaucratic headmaster had tried to blame him for the incident, but thought of this only briefly,

as he had far more pressing things to think about.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the teaching team, whom he saw with derision at their feeble attempts to 'connect' to an uninterested student body,

he busied himself of an evening in his real work.

Formula after formula,

re-analysis after re-analysis, the answer was always correct.

The sketches and mathematical equations always ended up the same.

His small apartment was littered with piles of papers, peppered with scientific

equations, which wouldn't make sense to you and i,

but to this lowly science tutor, the problem was all too real and growing ever nearer.

Bottles of Bourbon didn't drown out the reality.

He had tried to consult his fellows in Maths and Science, but they saw him as a fool, not a visionary. The drink made him think they were jealous, but the grim reality that accompanied the hangover every morning made him realise that no-one really wanted to hear it.

He had discovered that a dark presence was looming. Looming towards humanity. It would sap at the will of society, turning it into a generation of Jeremy Kyle watchers,

Kerry Katona fanatics and Iceland pre-packed meal heaters.

He had predicted that a dark force would take shape shortly

- using dark means to achieve dark goals -

He couldn't take any more. He had to get drunk to ease the impending doom and the futility of his situation of being heard, but only by the voices in his head.

The next thing he remembered was waking up in darkness at the smell of burnt oil,

his head at the wheel of his ford cortina,

protected by various woodland shrubs and soft ferns he had crashed into,

that had thankfully prevented him from flying through the windshield....

He looked at the yellowish green sign proudly glaring at him

through his smashed windscreen.

"MORRISONS"

He knew what he had to do.

He knew that there would be others out there that would understand.

Others who would support his theory.

Others that help rise up against the pressing darkness.

Prising himself from the reckage

he stole away into the night.

He would get another car.....

and find those allies.....

MR PYTHAGORAS wears

reconditioned hand me down suit by Georgie&James, trousers by Dior homme, loafers by Eley Kishimoto.

Vintage sunglasess from Japan

Morrisons bag of justice - models own

Silent Look......

Powerful Brain.....

Bag of Justice......

you will soon learn what hides in this bag

ELLY EYLLY ELLY ELLY........

Super U Owe Me Money Man

2010-01-16T09:05:00.000-08:00

SUPER U OWN ME MONAY MAN

Character Illustration by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

He may be standing proud now,

But there is a tale to tell that got him this way.....

He was a strong proud man, some would call him a misogynist, others someone to look up to

and be inspired by him. You could say his business approach was like that of Tonald Drump,

slapping the asses of his secretaires, and gambling for high stakes and always winning.

One day, he was screaming at his two secretaries, one to get his coffee correctly, the other to start dressing 'more feminine' in the office, when a call came through from one of his most trusted business associates.

The bank accounts were depleting rapidly. Very rapidly. For some unknown reason.

All of his people couldn't work out why this was happening. He had security measures in place didn't he? Was someone stealing from him? He called his fellow tycoons abroad.... it was happening all over. Everywhere!

Later, whilst on the streets having lost everything in the GUPPI group, he found himself looking at a casino.

'One last try' he thought, upon finding a shiny pound in his pocket.

He left 10 mins later, sobbing,

clutching the "Lucky Las Vegas" sunglasses he'd won on the slots.

It was all over.

Holding them aloft, cursing the skies, he screamed

"U owe me money man!"

shaking his fist at the Lord for his misfortune.

Suddenly he felt a newfound approach to life, and with it came a new set of threads!

Gone were the gold bars of tycoon-ship, instead replaced with gold buttons, gold shoes, gold tops and a new, fresh golden approach to life!

He was gonna help humanity. He was no longer the mean spirited Business Man of the Year (several years running)

He was going to find out who had drained the world of moolah.

And it was there, in the gutter, standing proud in his new attitude, that a strange man in an odd looking grey suit suddenly pulled up in a car beside him,

"Get in" the man said........

SUPER U OWE ME MONEY MAN wears

cropped archive military jacket from BrickLane , wood veneer print satin vintage bomber, kim jones shorts, ltd edt Gold Rudolph Dassler boots, Las Vegas sunglasses

GLARE!!!!!! MONAY GLARE!!!!

THE KREDIT KRUNCH KATWALK KREW

2009-11-11T02:11:00.001-08:00

It is a dark time for the Human World.

In between the chav attacks, terrorism / wars and other demonic activities, the human race was suffering from the dreaded 'Credit Crunch', sapping at the will of the people.

For the longest time since the Dark Lord Thatcher lost her one ring to rule them all, the humans had been a happy lot, enjoying the slow burn of the climate change...warmer summers meant more bikinis and barbeques, as well as an Ozzie themed Xmas.

But then the skies drew dark, and the presence known as

'the credit crunch'

began chewing at the fabric of the humans reality.

Like "THE NOTHING" from The Never Ending Story, its presence could be felt by all.

Some have fallen to it.

Some have escaped its clutches.

How will the human race ever free themselves from the terrible chains

that bind them to this BEAST??!?!

THE KREDIT KRUNCH KATWALK KREW!!!

A simple band of ever growing heroes,

dedicated to smite the BEAST down with their weapons of justice!

HOWEVER, a number of the human world have signed their souls over to the BEAST.

Known as THE KREDIT KRUNCH KATWALK KREW villains, these sympathisers have sold their souls to be able to live on, doing the BEAST's wicked work.

Hidoiiii!!!

Now it is time.

Time to choose a side.

Nominate, don't hesitate.

Will you be a KREDIT KRUNCH KATWALK KREW Hero? Or Villain?

Choose Life. Choose Georgie and James

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BURBERRY GHOST -femme-

GRIZZLY SLUT

She once lived in a cabin in the woods and she lived with her HubbyBear and BabyBear.She used to enjoy listening to the birds that would land on her windowsill and sing to her whilst she tended to BabyBear, and made porridge waiting for her HubbyBear to return from logging in the forest.

She is happy for you to eat her porridge but once you have..........death......she will trick you into eating her Porrige Trickery.Be aware!Don't be drawn in by her SEX Appeal.Remember! CAUTION! She is Danger! "

She is happy for you to eat her porridge but once you have..........

death......

Dr Contrast

Mr Marjella

Mr Pythagoras

Super U Owe Me Money Man

THE KREDIT KRUNCH KATWALK KREW

She once lived in a cabin in the woods and she lived with her HubbyBear and BabyBear.
She used to enjoy listening to the birds that would land on her windowsill and sing to her whilst she tended to BabyBear, and made porridge waiting for her HubbyBear to return from logging in the forest.

She is happy for you to eat her porridge but once you have..........
death......
she will trick you into eating her Porrige Trickery.

Be aware!
Don't be drawn in by her SEX Appeal.
Remember! CAUTION! She is Danger! "