When we were at Paris Fashion Week a little while ago, I was really adamant about meeting Damir Doma.

I am a huge fan of his work. I styled  a couple of shoots using some of his designs.

So yes, I really wanted to visit his showroom.

Did I have an invite? No.

Do I surround myself with the right people? Yes.

Radio Soulwax is releasing it’s New Beat app mix tomorrow, but NME has the exclusive mix up already. I wish you could see D’s dance moves when the first beat kicked in seconds ago.

More Radio Soulwax HERE.

Last night I sat down with Swedish-born Maria von Euler at the Renaissance store in Antwerp. It was Maria’s first night of the global launch of her brand of high fashion headphones called Molami.

Two feet away from us, Uffie was soundchecking the DJ booth. Which was nice.

Rihanna turns to Melina (see: S&M) to direct her new video for “I Found Love in a Hopeless PLace’, who turns in a sort of Sid & Nancy at the council estate love story, including pill popping, shoplifting, ass tattoo / smacking sessions and Ri Ri throwing up purple ribbons in the street. I can’t believe I’m posting anything by Calvin Harris, but there you go: this is as pleasurable as guilty pleasures get.

It’s late. I’ve been up since 5.30 this morning smashing burning bricks with my bare hands and wowing the crowds with my power-riffs. You know. Metaphorically. Not like Matt Sikorski, who’s been doing it for real.

If you were wondering if hiphop still has the power to make parents frown: I’m a parent and I definitely frowned a lot watching this.

click cats and Beyonce at your own risk

Stay hungry, stay foolish.

(image : KNOTORYUS)

I wasn’t really thinking about going to Paris Fashion Week. For us it has never been about sitting front row, being seen or sipping  free drinks and munching on free food.

I am not being dishonest here. If you ever get to talk to one of my clan, they will tell you that you can piss me off with a few things : I hate being on display (and by that I mean I’m totally awkward) and I’m difficult about other people paying restaurant bills. (Yeah, my accountant is pretty stoked about that too, but hey.)