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Monday, 23 June 2014

A blackened pigeon among crows doesn't make the pigeon a crow remember you may dance how the dance and speak how they speak but you'll never be them

A blackened pigeon among crows doesn't make the pigeon a crow remember you may dance how the dance and speak how they speak but you'll never be them


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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

Fashion is so self righteous and so uppity that when a designer shows what's largely missing in fashion and on the catwalks they clap themselves on the back and congratulate 'bravery' 'honesty' etc when those sitting in the room are the very ones who can make the change and knowingly the 'statement' will fall on deaf ears

Fashion is so self righteous and so uppity that when a designer shows what's largely missing in fashion and on the catwalks they clap themselves on the back and congratulate 'bravery' 'honesty' etc when those sitting in the room are the very ones who can make the change and knowingly the 'statement' will fall on deaf ears


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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

Points made by Kanye

Points made by Kanye

That celebrities have diluted product placement and crossing over creatively that when a genuine polymath comes along people laugh and sneer

Classism beyond the lines of being racist, class is class and those who call themselves classy are a standard set type of people


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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

Music

Music

Woody Guthrie- taught me to tell it as is much like years down the line Dizzee was a voice from the underground that talked to the underground that was able to go overground everyone can experience certain generic or mass feelings from clubbing to love but there's more to living then that there's living and talking about what you've lived and that can speak to those who feel they haven't been truly spoken to in music that is something


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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

An actor is a female version of an actor, a banker is a female version of banker only exceptions is most male ones are wankers

An actor is a female version of an actor, a banker is a female version of banker only exceptions is most male ones are wankers

When you separate you don't include in truth I find that kind of rude different words for different sexes yet same job only difference is individual perspective, feminist how can I be all I want is equality for all


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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

A righteous country so self righteous it was deluded at odds and ill with itself divided in truth yet collectedly it couldn't see outside of its borders the pain and suffering it had imposed it created fantasy and tried to sell false truths to the world via its big budget glossy movies and slick pop music a country founded by slaughter built by slaves and propped up by exploitation. The land of the free where nothing was free healthcare and welfare a shambles, a CCTV nation all is monitored yet massacres are carried out by their own on innocent in schools or malls, where guns are easy to access yet independent voices are silenced, how free is that land then?

A righteous country so self righteous it was deluded at odds and ill with itself divided in truth yet collectedly it couldn't see outside of its borders the pain and suffering it had imposed it created fantasy and tried to sell false truths to the world via its big budget glossy movies and slick pop music a country founded by slaughter built by slaves and propped up by exploitation. The land of the free where nothing was free healthcare and welfare a shambles, a CCTV nation all is monitored yet massacres are carried out by their own on innocent in schools or malls, where guns are easy to access yet independent voices are silenced, how free is that land then?


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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

Blackberry Q10

Blackberry Q10

First thing I had to get used to was the missing centre button the scroll pad that's been central to my blackberry experience since the days they had the disastrous roller ball which always seemed to clog up yet that issue was rectified with the launch of the pad which ran smoothly enough. With the Q10 the touch and type experience isn't limited to either or they co exist and both are needed in order to fully function with actions like swiping the screen and touching apps and icons to close its a fluid enough experience that's smooth enough and easy to adjust to.

It's good that the old charger port has remained the same

Maps have improve dramatically its easy to type in the name of a road and the location popping up in mere seconds none of the sluggish satellite searching the previous generation did

Browser is speedy enough and with the advantage of having a large screen sites look good on it and are easy to read and navigate around a likeable factor is the URL tab kept at the bottom easy to type in a new site rather than have to pull to the top

Exiting and entering a new tab playback of multimedia still plays back

YouTube works well and finally Vevo videos stream, speakers are based at the bottom so when the phone is in the hand it's easy not to disturb r distort with your hands, the volume is loud enough with a crisp playback quality

The finish is a bit plastic not in the cheapest way as say their entry model handsets are but still in a way that as a flagship phone and for the price you could and should expect more

The media player popping up when side key is pressed is also a nice touch not having to enter the phone or hold down buttons



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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

An image is a reflection of our selves and a self portrait captures a moment, a period, a place and a time. The rise of selfies making us all more aware of our image an image which in sense sells those it portrays from professionally on LinkedIn, privately on dating sites or publicly via various social media outlets.

An image is a reflection of our selves and a self portrait captures a moment, a period, a place and a time. The rise of selfies making us all more aware of our image an image which in sense sells those it portrays from professionally on LinkedIn, privately on dating sites or publicly via various social media outlets.

Ted Sterchi is a young artist who's gained attention for borrowing images of individuals on the 'dating' app Grindr and turning them into watercolours. This led me to think where is the self portrait now?, now that its so easy to capture ourselves and we're caught in more and more of own snaps is the self portrait worth less?. I liked the original meaning of a portrait with an artist painting a sitter yet wanting to modernise that concept using creative individuals who are aware of their image and use it as a tool to express themselves, I wanted to give a selfie a more permanent and artistic element and I felt Ted would be perfect for that.


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Jaiden James
Editorial Director
RE-BEL Magazine
Re-belmagazine.com

Sunday, 15 June 2014

Marry The Night- Short Story- by Jaiden James





Marry the Night


Nylon

He could have been hot, but there was something just not right, such as his neck was too long and hands too big - something along those lines that detracted from a somewhat imperfect perfect being. Either way it was hardly noticeable to most people, most guys would ignore these small details and proceed to think he was the hottest guy on the planet. Tim or Tom or some boring and highly unoriginal name along those lines, I mean who names their child such things in this century?

I knew he liked me, really liked me, as we had been introduced prior by some girl - a mutual friend called Sandy who I happened to be out with after being bored to death at work. It gave me some kind of pleasure and satisfaction to watch those watching him, watch me. I knew he would probably be one of those me, me, me type of guys but it was getting late and I thought why not. As the night wore on, and several cocktails later, his flaws evaporated. They no longer seemed to faze me and I wondered if he was good with his mouth or if he had a big dick or a tight hole, both is better but one or the other would do as he wasn’t one to take home to the friends.

Tom

Sandy decided to drag me out once again. The thing is I just can’t say no to an invitation out on the town, even when I’m super broke - she always picks up my bill and I end up feeling like a tramp. It’s just this shitty creative industry that I belong to, no one hardly gets paid unless you lick ass and probably literally suck someone’s dick. It’s always the same here, the same music, the regulars and irregular regulars claiming their usual spots. I always saw this guy whenever we were out. Sandy knew him, they used to work together or something like that and we all kind of hanged one night. He seemed so cool, mysterious and had this dark mood to him that I seemed to like, I mean he wasn’t super hot but these qualities made him super hot, different, interesting and interesting was hard to find in a world filled with guys who are only interested in your looks, cock size or if you got a bubble butt with a tight asshole. Conversation rarely reaches past the dreaded ‘what you into’ and so many promising beautiful boys turned out to be nothing but a whore bag. I’m surely past all those one night stands yet it seems every guy I get with, no matter how promising it is at start, turns into one.

Nylon

Charlie was making out with some tall super tanned guy wearing a ‘reem’ t-shirt and cuffed jeans, his hands were down the guys trousers. He seemed to be digging deep, it kind of repulsed me but whatever makes him happy. Some guy comes over, says ‘hi - I think we shagged like two years ago’ and to put it politely my sheets had to be thrown away and the bed vigorously scrubbed, the downside to gay sex. After the fifth Destiny Child or Beyonce song either way it was her voice. Charlie decided he was leaving and that I should stay and enjoy myself. I guess I’m used to this by now so I move to the bar and take a seat. This guy, seeing the opportunity seizes the moment and sits next to me. Liam is his name. He asks if I’m alright and offers me a top up, and well he starts talking about himself and how he really liked me although we didn’t get off to the best of starts, he looks at me knowingly and I know that he means currying up my sheets. After two more drinks for him and three for me courtesy of him he moves closer and looks at me like he wants to kiss. His eyes all soft and soppy, which for a minute - no a second make me want to kiss him! I think no, knowing that I couldn’t go back to him so must at some point, somehow escape.

Tom

Hannah managed to spill drink on my Comme De Garcon shoes which to my luck are suede, my fault for wearing them to a club, I guess I remained calm knowing she’s a dopey bitch and really and truly getting angry won’t help. She said she’ll buy them back, making me think she’s no longer dopey but stupid, I mean she knows as well as I do these are Vintage, well ok four seasons old but vintage enough to not be outdated or last season and any way who follows fashions rules. In all this kafuffle, the cool kid’s friend has deserted him with Alex, some guy I was briefly dating who turned out to be a vacuous air head whose sole purpose was to consume celebrity culture via Perez and Heat. He studied the people he wanted to be as his sole purpose was to become famous, but yet he didn’t know what for, with three failed attempts at Big Brother, two at X-Factor and one at Shipwrecked, he decided to use the internet to launch his career and somehow became a YouTube hit and now interviews ‘celebrities’ such as the cast to which the catchphrase his t-shirt bears was born from. He was a nice guy in his own right but just not right for me. Our sex was good though and it trapped us both he wanted to date someone with access to the world he wished to belong and I, well I....... Someone else was now sitting next to this guy and Sandy, bored with me staring, decided to say hi and ask him to join us but I feared it was too late and I’d missed my chances. He was talking to Liam, really hot but shit in bed, shit being the operative word in more than one sense.

Nylon

This was killing me - I can never refuse a free drink and Leon, or was it Liam, kept getting me some -telling me all about his website which I hadn’t heard of but seeing his face when I said sounds familiar, I decided well yeah I did know what it was and he perked up once more. I asked him where his friends had got to and he replied with some cocky comment about ‘when you’ve got money that is your best friend and you don’t need anything or anyone else’. I knew he had money and his views on most things I disagreed strongly on but had no energy to argue about the welfare state and political parties, so I just nodded and drank. Four played out songs later and my saviour came to me. Sandy said ‘Hi’ and asked me to join her I invited Liam over to join me as I joined them.

Tom

Mission accomplished, Sandy had came back with Nylon and Liam as a plus one, I said hey to both and briefly talked to Liam about something or another before I turned to Nylon and told him he had a nice name and it was suited. He was intrigued to know more of what I meant but I just said some cheesy line.

Nylon

‘An interesting name for an interesting guy’, how original and let’s see if that’ll get me into bed tonight. He seemed cool and for some reason or another I was laughing, actually giggling and Sandy was telling me about our old boss - she was such a fat bitch - the thing is fat birds are usually labelled bubbly or a bitch, I mean so many are bubbly and happy with the world, and of course food, always putting their friends first - or no - food first, well maybe equal but whatever as they usually don’t have partners their friends are everything and you mostly do see fat fag hags with the most amazing boy which either says A. he’s hot and he doesn’t know it so he hangs with this bubbly funny, always there to listen and care for his problems or B. he knows he’s shit hot and wants someone ugly and fat to make him look more attractive and thin, either way he’s a me me me person but A over B any day. Usually bubbly birds take their anger out somewhere else or on themselves but Zara, she was one mean motherfucker who eventually fired me because I flirted with the customers, but she was yet to know how to flirt and how it works, as the customers flirted with me and I always brought trade up and actually sold stuff. I mean we were smack bang in the middle of Soho what did she expect. Tom seemed to have these amazing eyes and when he talked to you he seemed to speak through them and everything and everyone else disappeared, even Beyonce’s voice vanished and all that could be heard was him. He was saying something about his work and it was kind of interesting and he kind of moved closer and he whispered something I couldn’t make out and then Mike appeared.

Tom

Everything seemed to be ok and nice with Liam talking to Sandy, eventually after boring me, and Nylon talking to me or me talking to Nylon as he was kind of quiet, but either way he was listening and looking deep into my eyes. I was bored of this place by now and so I asked him if he wanted to leave and just like hang out somewhere else. I had this Sex and the City-esque idea of walking the street just talking on the road or walk to nowhere, but maybe I was too forward as he kind of smiled and then that vanished as he looked at Michael in disgust. I didn’t really know Michael too well but I did know he was a bit of a cunt, always talking about people and always starting trouble he had gone through so many friends, but now settled with hanging with Liam, and I guess that’s what brought him over.

Nylon

I actually hate this guy Mike, he’s such a dick I mean we used to be really cool - like I could actually call him a close friend and all that shit - until he fucking decided to fuck with my boyfriend of like two years, my only and last one. He’s such a scumbag but I decided to play it cool and say hi and small talk with the how are you and what you been up to. Apparently he works at Vogue a line I’ve heard so many times I mean Vogue really, why not I-D, Dazed, Love even Harpers, but no he decides upon the obvious. He decides to go on about how Alexandra Shulman is and how he met this person and actually hangs with Chloe Green and Amy Childs and decides to show us snaps on his iPhone 4s which was a gift from Apple and that he drives now and he’s got this car and so yeah he’s doing well, and then he turns and looks at me in this satisfied way and says so how about you. After I give him a brief summary he finally nods and says ‘so not much then’ he moves over to Liam and they start necking so thankfully it eliminates two annoying people but then the conversation turns into a threesome with Sandy rejoining and the intimate moments before now gone.



Tom

Sandy decides for me that we should go, I mean I love her to bits she reads me so well, so she goes to get our coats leaving Nylon and I alone. I ask him if he wants to come with me and he puts on this coy show, I laugh and tell him it’s just to hang like we did before and I stupidly invite the other two to try and show him how relaxed it will be. He smiles and then when Sandy comes back he finally decides to say yes and so we head off.

Nylon

I was getting kind of bored and then Tom asks me to come back to his, I know myself even if I don’t even like the guy I will shag anyone as I’m just a horny bitch so I try not to get myself into those kind of situations, but he had a charming smile that made his eyes sparkle. The other two douches decided to come along which wasn’t all bad as it meant we got a lift in Mike’s car. He decided to blast Cassie - I mean come on of all the acts who remembers that bitch I think Liam was giving Mike a hand job in the front which was kind of off putting, as we were forced into silence as any attempt to talk the music ate our words.

Tom

Finally Home and it’s all quiet the car journey was annoying shit music and with Liam and Mike getting it off, they just can’t keep their hands off each other and I thought they were friends I guess that’s the most confusing thing about being gay - the relationship divide between friend and lover and I hoped Nylon saw me more as the latter.

Nylon

Tom and Sandy’s flat was really cool. Actually it had nice vibes and was very bohemian as Sandy was a singer and Tom an artist and it showed. Liam and Mike basically were making out hardcore in the corner of the room so it turned into a three way conversation again which was cool as they were both really grounded. Orleans, Sandy’s boyfriend, decided to come with a crate of beer and it was a much needed break. Sandy’s a cool girl and all, but I wanted it to get back to us, me and him. Orleans was fucking hot either way, he said he was bisexual and caught Sandy giving him the eye in a gay club and decided to go into the whole difference between the sexes ad that sex was a sport and with men there’s more passion - its more violent it’s like a war, a battle between two men where one submits to the other, the way he was talking about was getting me kind of horny and I don’t know why. He kept going on and on about the most important acts in life are violent or involve violence from sex to birth to living to death. Liam asked him if he was able to make it sound so good with a man then why he now fucks a woman. He replied vaguely about its not solely about sex or the sex he has, but its about the connection and he has that with his girl. I think Sandy was bored of all the talking and decided that it was time to go to her bedroom - she was either really pissed off at Liam’s comment or she was mad horny. She gave her air kisses and called Tom outside the room.

Tom

Sandy was kind of pissed about something, she always gets really wound up about Orleans’ sexuality and we’ve argued about it so many times, well she has with me as she’s scared that he will leave her for a guy. She reminds me she’s got work, so to please keep the noise down and to get Liam and Mike out as soon as possible as they’re both twats. I kind of dislike this most about girls how temperamental and touchy they become. I always told her it was a bad idea to date Orleans, I mean he’s hot and so fucking cool but he’s tried it on with me on more than one occasion and told me how much he misses cock but whatever.

Nylon

So basically I am in a room watching a live porno: Mike is sucking Liam off and I have nothing else to do but watch, Tom comes back inside and seeing what the other two are up to just decides we should go somewhere else and let them get it over with. He takes me up some stairs and into an attic with a glass roof, the attic is filled with artwork which I can only guess is his own. He makes a modest comment about them but I wander over and take a peak. They’re intense, startling and shocking with vivid colours and violent strokes but it feels new, fresh and unseen and he tells me he hates to show people his work and I laugh. He looks hurt and then I have to reassure him that they’re good but I really mean great, but don’t want to seem to keen. He tells me he brought me up here as his bedroom would, you know, be too suggestive, I laugh again and he looks down. He pulls out some cushions and lies down on the floor and tells me about constellations so I join him on the cushions gazing at the sky which does play like a bad version of Lion King or something but in truth is amazingly sweet.

Tom

To avoid watching Mike getting fucked I decided to leave the room rather than chuck them out as I guess it would be rude and Nylon might leave with Liam as I guess they came together so I took him to the attic which was a mistake as he laughed at my work but then insisted that they were good, I hate false politeness. I told him I didn’t want to take him to my bedroom and he laughed - I mean I must sound like such a pussy - so as I always do I start babbling and before long we’re looking at the stars and it’s so stupid and like some bad rom-com but it’s a really nice moment. When I shut up he tells me how I seem different from most guys and that this night was what he needed as he’s just been cold and cynical about men, since two years ago his last boyfriend fucked him over with his ex-friend who happens to be getting shagged downstairs. He told me about his struggle to find someone decent and his struggle to acknowledge he was becoming ‘just like that’ the thing he hated with so many one night stands, and how with every cold he feared HIV no matter how safe the sex was, he told me of the abusive father who did actually sexually assault him and was sectioned, so can’t blame him fully how his mother’s weaknesses in the matter forever made him look at women in a different way.

Nylon

I don’t know what came over me but Tom seemed so different like the most genuine guy I’ve met he was so open telling me about his struggles with his sexuality how he had a twin who was camp and feminine and that he hanged himself because he was bulled so bad, but he always admired his brother’s strength as he celebrated his sexuality every day and how he regrets not telling his brother he was gay too and not showing more support and how he hates gay films as most have bad endings with either one character dead or reverting back to straight and that mainstream TV has a long way to go with allowing the young to accept their sexuality and that it shouldn’t just stop at Sugar Rush or Queer as Folk and it shouldn’t just be super queens like Alan Carr, Gok Wan, Graham Norton and that Kristian Digby was hopeful - but look how he ended up and how the media treated his death. He spoke with such passion that it made me want to kiss him right there. You could tell he had a cause and he loved what he did and found what he wanted to do which made me seem even more pathetic. He was so open to me so before I could stop myself I was so open to him. I was kind of cold and he saw that so he gave me his hoodie. What a fucking romantic!

Tom

He looked so cute in my hoodie the colour matched his eyes and as we talked I just wanted to touch him, hold him and kiss him but I didn’t know if he wanted the same and rejection would be a killer as I was pretty open right now, open to and for him. He moved closer and whispered something in my ear, his lip touching it and causing a slight wetness that tingled as he breathed. I couldn’t help what happened next but it was clouding my mind and I had to get it off, so I kissed his lips once, twice and then the third time his mouth opened and he let me. The next thing I knew we were full on kissing with such lust that I bit him, drawing blood, which made me withdraw - both embarrassed and also due to safety and all that.

Nylon

He kissed me softly at first and I was taken back at how sweet it seemed, how sweet he tasted. His tongue entered my mouth and began tracing circles on my own, I was still letting him take control and then from nowhere, passion - it engulfed me, maybe us, and we started kissing like mad. He bit me by accident on my lip, drawing blood, which I found incredibly and weirdly kinky, clearly embarrassed he withdrew. I Never actually had a night like this before and for some reason it felt like I knew him, like really knew him, and I didn’t know what was going to happen next but I knew I didn’t want it to end here, like it does with most.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Monday, 30 December 2013

2014 New Wardrobe

Supreme
Stussy
Nike
Supra
Krew
Palace
Kenzo
Just Jaiden James
Casette Playa

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Camper x Bernard Wilhelm

I think I have a favorite shoe, to say all time fave is a lot but I do like them and its only this season that I've proper fallen in like, I've seen them prior but the simple all black and all blue just did it for me


Thursday, 12 December 2013

xmas wish list- Palace Tops



Jake Bugg- Me & You

My favorite song from Jake's second album, short, sweet, subtle and I like how he breaks into a the chorus

Pokemon X

Mr Porter how to shave

I'm going to be honest like most things done by the masses there's an art to it, I don't find wet shaving suitable for me I only remove a layer of hair and don't cut from the root as I find due to the texture and way my hair grows quite curly it always causes ingrown hairs I may be doing it wrong and this may just help as its an informative video from Mr.Porter

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

I didn't even know Business of Fashion had a webstore none the less here's my pick of some of the items I liked 



Monday, 18 November 2013

Sam Robertson

A photo I shot of the Beaver Falls and ex Big Brother contestant for RE-BEL online

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Bored of being bored

Beyond bored, I'm just so over being content by being drunk and clubbing there's so much more to life and I can't see it now but I know it, my friends just want to club all the time and hardly do day time activities, where we chill out and aren't just in each others company drunk and unable to communicate, keeping up with their life's has become liking a post or picture that gives more detail into their lives than what they tell me

I know I'm talented at what I don't know I know I need to be told either by a tutor or others, I need to know my strengths and understand my weaknesses, I need to be around others who create and are creative or at least appreciate art. Living life on autopilot is something I never wanted to do and its taken me to enter a relationship to understand that you know what I'm getting older and I need to know more about myself and what I can push to create a stable commercial income.

I know these things so I know what to work on to be at a place I want to be and the person I'll feel most comfortable and content being

Thursday, 31 October 2013

Alex Turner- Strange

Y-3 Trainers



Friday, 11 October 2013

Tyler the creator- Tamale

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Conservatives War on youths

David Cameron once again infuriates me with his smugness, stripping benefits for the under 25's and claiming they should be in education training or employment yet currently the situation is university fees have trebled, under 25 unemployment is at an all time high and the training schemes the government offers do you no good and simply waste time. Not all under 25 year olds rock up to the council expecting a house or run to the job centre wanting to sign on, it's always the weakest he chooses to attack and that there is no leader but a coward who's wealth and upbringing makes him out of touch with the general population. Yet the fault is we (under 25's) will be hit hardest yet will we be bothered to vote when the next election rolls in or will we sit and moan when those in power cut and chip away at the little we've got?

Instead of punishing people for the governments constant failures instead of outsourcing and wasting millions on work programmes why can't the job centres become job centres employing individuals who can successfully engage with employers that interviews can be set up and seekers seen instead of wasting time talking about nothing



Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Marc Newson x G-Star
















I love the shape of the pockets, the fabric which allows for the jacket to seem sharper and smarter than a normal varsity and the play on the traditional Letterman with the sleeves not fully leather but a patch of leather adding quirk as well as slight conformity

Sunday, 6 October 2013

Camper x Bernhard Willhelm



 

I love this take on the hightop/hiking boot hybrid from the chunky laces to the squiggly raised sole, the mix of materials with Leather & Suede and the fusion of patterns on the latter with cow print & Zebra. Bold and different and its good Camper is stepping out the box