Tiffany Tondut
Tiffany is a playwright, novelist, journalist and assistant editor of SUPERSWEET Magazine. A dichotomy of 40's red-lipped romanticism and 60's beatnik liberalism, she's currently training her hand to a play, a love story and a radical new discourse on the Circus: Politics and Pandabears. She likes to infuse her writing with an imagination gleaned from an intensely magical upbringing, where bat-infested castles were an everyday normality.
Posts by Tiffany Tondut
LE SUPERSWEET LAUNCH PARTY
Posted 18th Nov 2007
Filed under: Music
Filed under: Music
Get your rocks off to LIARS at the Bloomsbury Ballroom on
December 3rd! SUPERSWEET.org.
has come of age in the UK
and wants to celebrate their digital, musical genesis with you at this hotly anticipated
launch party. As a firm advocate for the magazine, I promise you all a genuinely
fantastic night, with a fashion show for the first 60 entrants, followed up by
dancing, drinking, Prinzhorn live act & Liars Headlining… et all
interspersed with 3 glorious DJ sets by our very own Cooper Temple & Raaaaaary
Deci Hells. Not to forget folks that this is all under the roof of a stunning
Art-Deco Ballroom. For tickets, go to www.supersweet.org
and knock yourself out.
The Times They Are A-Changed
Posted 12th Nov 2007
Filed under: Diaries
Filed under: Diaries
1974. My penniless mother, desperate to leave
Kathmandu, was forced to sell hash for the last seat on a tiny propelled plane. “Terrified of flying, I’d smoked a bit of the stuff myself”. She only found it slightly odd then, that the plane was full of armed soldiers. They took off though the Himalayas wondering where the hell she was headed. “Everest”, replied an official. “Ooh, this is a bit good,” slurred mum, as they circled the mountain. She even managed to photograph it. Landing in India, a soldier pushed her back down in the seat. “You wait!” he ordered. She looked out of the window to see a red carpet unravelling. Just then, complete with entourage, the King of Nepal walked past her and disembarked. Why they allowed her on the plane is a mystery, but they probably just needed to ‘fill up the seats’.
Out with the Indie – In with the Oldie.
Posted 31st Oct 2007
Filed under: Caprice
Filed under: Caprice
If the blood in your ears rings with the rhythm of Benny Goodman but your feet are firmly on the kitchen tiles, you’re probably a Vintage Cinderella. Dance into the past at Lady Luck Club, a vintage vault where the ghosts of Piaf and Bogart watch on as veterans of the era swing to the stompin’ sound of the 40’s. Attire includes seamed stockings, Hollywood lips and fingered waves, while men tilt trilbies, braces and brogues. So if you’re tired of mosh-pits and young blood snogging off to Klaxons, Lindy-hop your way down to the Soho Revue and re-live War-Time Britain!
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