Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Molly Soda at Annka Kultys



Here are a few pics from net artist Molly Soda's debut exhibition at the Annka Kultys gallery in Bethnal Green that I recently visited on my last trip back down to London. 

Climbing the stairs into the space, you could hear audio of the artist crying and it was almost as though she was trapped inside this pink bubble. Walking round the room was a lot like being in a dystopian fiction where the protagonist has had multiple experiences trapped inside a container and you're going through their memory library trying to understand their life.

One video saw Molly trawling through a pile of roses, continuing the "he loves me, he loves me not" rhyme with phrases that presumably relate to a past relationship of hers. Another - the one with the sobbing - played from a seemingly broken monitor screen. There were also various lip sync videos scattered around on iPhones and iPads.

The gallery owner mentioned to me that each piece was priced according to the amount of views the particular moving image had amounted online and that they came on their own memory stick hand decorated with plastic gemstones by the artist herself. Unfortunately it's no longer open to the public, however you can watch all the videos featured here on Molly's YouTube channel

I need more plants and beanbags in my house.




Lol it me




Monday, December 28, 2015

The Worst Gift Ever


Another Christmas has passed and insatiable children from all over the world will be sobbing into their stockings after their godforsaken parents have forgotten to get them the new edition Call of Duty, Animal Crossing or whatever the latest game is. Once upon a time I was that hopeful kid, the one who desperately wanted to spend all their home time as an animated bandicoot in a race car or as an Italian plumber... in a slightly different race car. 

One day my elders returned home from Makro with a non-descript plastic bag containing the game that could potentially change my life. This bag that contained the object that would define how I would waste the rest of my foreseeable weekend life. This would be the game. This day could change everything.

I peered into the shopper and my stomach dropped. A tantrum ensued. This is what was inside:



Before you accuse me of being an ungrateful brat, I need to you to realise just how fucking dreadful these supposed "games" really are. Aside from a few badly designed puzzle games and overly simple colouring pages at the end, there isn’t any actual gameplay which is really fucking pointless. 

If you were expecting to have a series of fun and vaguely challenging interactions instead of piddling half an hour of their life away on some piss poor animation you’d be one hundred percent guaranteed disappointed. No testing out your virtual skateboarding skills like in Tony Hawks Underground 2, no pretending to live an immensely exaggerated life of an adventurous ant like in the Bugs Life game, nothing. Chess would be more entertaining.



Dingo Pictures’ whole schtick is to essentially suck the life and soul from every Disney animation in order to trick unsuspecting parents into getting their kids what they assume to be genuine merchandise instead of the bargain bin monstrosities that they truly are. Obviously my edition of Nice Cats was a total rip off of the classic Aristocats film where a bunch of cats get abandoned by a bad guy so that he can reap the rewards of the fortune they inherit. The plot of the dupe cartoon is presumably something to do with a rich ladies kittens running away whilst they’re on holiday but to be honest it makes little to no sense so I can’t really be sure. 

One of the main kitten characters - Lucy - is voiced by a fairly terrible unnamed actress that features in pretty much every single one of Dingo Picture’s productions. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the cheapskates got her to record lines for every single animation in one go purely to cut costs because I doubt she even rehearsed any of the lines. 

Characters are duplicated multiple times across many films and our young Lucy appears again in the unsurprisingly terrible Dalmatians 3. Aladdin was even re-used in his own imitation, poor guy. 


You could probably forgive the replications if it was animated well but even that falls further than short as some bodily movements don’t even make physical sense. In Animal Soccer World, a particularly questionable rip of multiple kids’ motion pictures, a team of wild cats are challenged by a group of dogs to a football match. Clearly this is a little farfetched as animals don’t tend to understand the rules of sport but even worse is the thought of all these animals running around on their hind legs. 

There’s a particularly jokes moment where the black panther character. Basic biology clearly doesn’t click well with Dingo because some herbivorous species in Dinosaur Adventure resort to cannibalism after an eruption leaves them without plants. Then again, there’s a T-Rex with a button nose and everything seems to be drawn in crayon so anything is possible.  


The script leaves a lot to be desired as most of it doesn’t make sense, if there were literally any good attributes of these films we’d probably put it down to bad translation seeing as they’e originally made in German but that’s probably not the case at all. Notable lines such as “your father the Black Panther is your father” and “can you image India?” will forever haunt my nightmares. 

My original copy of Nice Cats sits and gathers dust on the bookshelf in my living room, only ever being disturbed from it’s hiding place when nosy guests rifle through my belongings and wondering  “what the fuck is that?” after the awful kitten illustrations catch their eye. Hopefully now that writing this is over I can finally put Dingo Pictures to rest and the next time you get a fairly terrible gift, just be grateful that it wasn't this.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Trashy Ratkin






Wearing: Fluffy Bomber Jacket by Gemma Goldstone, Ugly Crop Top by Lazy Oaf, Dress by Textile Federation, Vintage Minnie Mouse Backpack, Plain Tattoo Choker Necklace, Nike Socks, Nike Air Force Ones.

All photos taken by Elisa Von Brockdorff.
 Makeup, styling and modelling by your old pal Hatti. 
Rummaging through your bins since 1992

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

LondonEdge Blogger Meet Up With Jawbreaker

Yours truly taking herself very seriously, as per.


Whilst everyone else on planet Earth spent Sunday nursing their hangover, a number of particularly dedicated bloggers headed to Kensington Olympia for the London Edge event to scour out items for future outfit posts, hang out and generally have a rad time. Upon arrival we were handed a massive bag of goodies and a glass of Prosecco so it was obvious that it would already be a great day. Surprisingly I wasn't yet tipsy in the photo above where I'm flailing about in my new Jawbreaker dress, just overly excited.

Being reunited with a bunch of cool cats* that I'd met at the last event back in September was really great and it was great fun going round together ogling at all the clothes on offer. My absolute favourite items included the Iron Fist Care Bear collection, everything the Yummy Gummy latex brand has ever made and one particular dress by House of Intelligence which at first appeared to be an allover print of space but was actually an image of cancer cells under a microscope.

Outfits suitable for a space empress.

Selfies with Sabrina, Isabella, Samantha, Susan and Kent from throughout the day and a customised Furby hat by Gobbolino UK
Iron Fist's sheer Care Bears shirt that I need in my wardrobe ASAP. 


Samantha and Isabella on the afterparty bus on it's way to Gem bar, unfortunately I have no pictures after this point due to free bar reasons.
*not actual cats 

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Source: Not Found

Here's an outfit moodboard inspired by errors that's fit for any glitchy princess or computer virus.

Light up shoes were all the rage when I was a tadpole, my parents unfortunately never bought me a pair but I was forever jealous of anybody who had some.  Earlier this year when the Ashish x Buffalo collaboration hit the catwalks, I was instantly in love but obviously I wasn't the only person enamoured by the majestic platforms because they immediately sold out when they were released in Topshop. Although these light up trainers from Inu Inu aren't platforms, they're super cheap and will do just as well. They'll be way easier to walk in too.


Friday, November 7, 2014

Pizza Party

Biggest dorks with the biggest pizza box
If there's one thing I love more than literally everything else in existence - it's pizza. Whether you're in a good or bad mood, alone or with others - there is never a bad time for pizza. If my friends all suddenly turned into pizza, I would eat them all with no remorse. If my house turned into pizza, I'd be homeless. Back in February I managed to style an outfit around some pizza slice accessories and there is literally a pizza in my oven right now, that's how dedicated I am to the cause. 

Whilst sifting through my inbox the other day, one particular email titled "Pizza Box Exhibition" caught my attention. It was from Hungry House, evidently I'd ordered pizza using their website previously, and my interest was piqued. Obviously the show would be a great feast for my eyes (lol) so I rounded up the scallywags last night and took a trip down to the Old Truman Brewery.  The exhibition is free and will be on until this Sunday but luckily for those who won't be able to make it, here's a few photos of my favourites.

The woman in top-centre isn't impressed by the lack of toppings

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Unpaid Work Curse


There has recently been a lot of talk both online and offline about the ethics surrounding unpaid internships and as somebody who has been a social media intern twice and was unfairly shoehorned into a third, I thought I'd share my thoughts on the matter.

Obviously when you're working within the creative industries it is really helpful if you have relevant work experience in your chosen field, but it's just not cool when companies use this knowledge to treat young people unreasonably. If you're considering taking on an internship then I'd advise you to think very carefully about whether you can afford to and not just financially, often you'll find that you're expected to spend a lot of your evenings and weekends working on particular things.

Living in London is already super strenuous when you haven't found your feet yet, luckily for me I had my parents to fall back on when times got tough but many people aren't so privileged. Unpaid internships are basically only feasible if you're from fairly well-off background which means that those who aren't often can't get the experience they need to fulfil their career goals which is extremely disheartening. Additionally you can't apply for Jobseekers Allowance or any government funding if you take on an internship, which is something that desperately needs to change.

A lot of people are under the assumption that becoming an intern will lead to a permanent position and this unfortunately is rarely the case. Often companies keep replacing interns just because it's an easy way to get the work done without actually paying anybody, which in my opinion is disgusting and lazy, especially when concerning social media. It makes little sense to have the least trained person in the office to have control over the social channels - when that is often the only thing that potential customers and collaborators see from certain businesses. One simple spelling mistake, link error or even content that's slightly off-tone can leave followers feeling confused.

My first internship was at a screen printing place called 3rd Rail, the second was at Vice and both were rewarding and gave me an insight into what it would be like to do social media work with both small and large companies. After these I tried to find a full-time paid job in my chosen discipline and noticed that entry level paid positions in social media practically didn't exist, yet internships were absolutely everywhere. It made me question what the point was in doing the experience in the first place if there was never going to be a job there afterwards, but then I received an email.

The email was from a fashion brand called The Whitepepper and they were writing to tell me that they'd received my email application and that I'd got myself an interview. In my initial email I specifically mentioned that I would not be able to support myself if the position was unpaid yet at the interview they requested that I'd undergo a one month trial and not even my expenses would be paid.

Over this month I took no days off, never fell behind on my work, would often do work that wasn't specific to the job specifications and even bought in a live rabbit for one of their photo-shoots. My friends barely ever saw me and my freelance creative work suffered because I was spending the majority of my time at the company and had spent all my money on travel to and from the office - some days I couldn't even afford food but I thought it'd all be worth it when the trial was over.

At the start of the second month I was called in for a meeting, my hopes were high as I knew I'd performed my best and delivered some quality ideas. They'd never given me any negative feedback previous to this meeting so I was certain that they would give me the paid role. In the meeting they gave me loads of positive feedback and enthused that I was capable of being their social media coordinator but asked if they could extend the unpaid internship another month. Then they started requesting that I'd take days off so that they could have other people in for trial days and that's when I knew that there was never a job for me in the first place and that I'd been deceived.

My younger sister, knowing that I didn't have a penny to my name, suggested that I'd see her friend about a job designing flyers for his club in central London. We organised an afternoon where I could go in for an interview and I even went into The Whitepepper office that morning to make sure I'd definitely got all the posts covered for that day and actually managed to do enough work to make sure all the social media was covered well into the next day. When I'd arrived home from the interview I had an email sitting in my inbox from Jade the managing director that read "we're very sorry to inform you that we will have to terminate your internship today as we don't see much reliability and commitment to work from you. You don't need to come in from tomorrow". Confused, I responded asking what it was that I'd done wrong and whether I could come in and collect my things -  surely it couldn't have been because I'd taken the afternoon off to go to an interview when they'd kept me there for a month and a bit for nothing in return? She never responded and the next morning I snook in before work hours to grab a couple of my belongings back.

Looking back I wish I'd never let myself get strung along like that but I was so desperate for a job in fashion socials that I'd clung onto this last shred of hope. Hopefully talking about my  this helped those who are thinking about taking on an internship but obviously these are just my opinions and experiences and it will be different for you.

  I've been getting a lot of emails from companies expecting me to create content for them for free so I'd just like to make a note that I no longer take on unpaid work unless it benefits me in some way. Exposure is not a benefit, I can't buy a meal with exposure. If you'd like to offer me a paid opportunity, or you're a blogger who wants to collaborate, or you have something in mind that you think I'd be genuinely interested in, or even if you want to talk to me about this post - feel free to shoot me an email: hattirex@gmail.com 

My blog isn't usually this serious or wordy, regular posts will resume shortly. Additionally, never work for Bitchy Online (who also don't pay).