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
Thursday 12 August 2010
Wednesday 2 June 2010
WHOS JACK another column
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!
Wednesday 5 May 2010
Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew 4th Magazine Column
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
Thursday 1 April 2010
Foxy Fry
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.
The Stepford Drunk
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
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.........."
Wednesday 31 March 2010
Saturday 6 February 2010
NURSIE
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
Wednesday 3 February 2010
Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew 1st Magazine Column
yo yo yo yo!
So our first "PRINTED" of Kredit Krunch Katwalk Krew!!!!
Here We Go!
Click here and go to Page 24!
Tuesday 2 February 2010
The KandyMan-Kan!
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...
Saturday 30 January 2010
The sporty story of Surf-O-Matic Girl!
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
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........
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........
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?
Wednesday 27 January 2010
The Burberry Ghost HOMME
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......
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