Confessions Of a Groupie

Pamela Des Barres

I have just conquered my first book of the holidays and it has started off with a bang! Pamela's book is a memoir and recount of her days along the streets of L.A as one of the most iconic and successful groupies of all time. I'm With The Band is injected with humour and brazen confessions of her sexual romps with the most sexiest men in rock n roll. Pamela's conquests are of the likes of Mick Jagger, Jimmy Page, Keith Moon and Jim Morrison. I am left euphoric, excited, and very jealous of "Miss P". Pamela is not one of "those" groupies, though she did have sex with a few, she saw herself as more than that, a supergroupie, she was inspired by them, and they admired her. All she wanted to do was thank them for the magical music and insights they exuded upon the world; and that she did.

"A hippie was sort of the unwashed, unkempt kid. A freak was someone who put a lot of care and intention into their appearance, wanting to stand out instead of blend in. I was a combination flower child-freak, because the former was all about love and sharing and adoring each other and having flowers in your hair, literally, and lace and feathers and all that. I never considered myself a hippie. She`d be wearing one of those Indian madras-type skirts with her hair split down the middle, no makeup, sandals, braless - of course, we were all braless. I would have on an old vintage lace tablecloth with ribbons woven through it, feathers in my hair, loads of makeup, sequins stuck all over my face, and spike heels."- Pamela Des Barres

Some people get rich and others eat shit and die

"There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die."

—Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s, 1988

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Abbey Lee Kershaw

is an absolute futuristic space goddess in her spread in i-D for Spring 2010 (America). I am dying for the golden hues and body paint. She is like a super hot female version of c-3PO. I'm loving the star wars undertones, and not to mention her kick-ass Alexander McQueen thigh-highs. The shoot was photographed by Emma Summerton, who has done work for Italian Vogue, i-D, German Vogue, Nylon and Elle Magazine and she has photographed everyone from Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell to Lily Donaldson. The shoot was styled by Charlotte Stockdale.

Shine on you crazy diamond

Marina Diamandis, is Marina & The Diamonds. The songstress is equipped with quirkiness and what seems like multiple personality disorder. My favourite songs are 'hermit the frog' and 'Mowgli's Road' because they channel Kate Bush's "Babooshka", which comes under my top 10 adored songs. Marina's album, The Family Jewels is refreshing and unlike anything we are currently being exposed to. Enriched with keyboard ballads, base, guitar and drums this album will have you imitating her strong accent and silvery tune.

"Diamonds" refers to the fans as she says:

"I am Marina, you are the diamonds".

Wonderland Avenue: Tales of Glamour & Excess

Wonderland Avenue is a personal memoir written by the late Danny Sugerman. It starts off with him as a juvenile trouble maker living in the prosperous streets of Beverly Hills. Sugerman had a passion for music and landed his first job at 12 years old opening fan mail for The Doors. Through this blossomed a very close friendship between himself and the lizard king, Jim Morrison. Sugerman became The Doors' protege and though it sounded perfect, it lead to a thrilling but lethal world of drugs, sex, groupies, and an expensive heroin addiction. Sugerman went on to work with Ray Manzarek and Iggy Pop. The book does an amazing job at painting a picture of the seventies and the american poet.

You are cordially invited

You are cordially invited to take a stroll through

the avenue.

My brain is the avenue in this scenario, and I find it being filled with too much golden litter. I hope to talk about music, fashion and general inspirations and so on, I'm no grammar goddess so bare with me, i'll try and use spell-check but my brain has too much to say and i'll probably go at 100 miles per hour. The above photograph was taken during a little getaway time during an exam study week, I failed to study but who cares when the sky is this gorgeous.