Thumb Wars.

Hello Monday and Friends.

So whilst my mind fry's, to the mentally infecting sound of GTA-5... 

That's the lame-brained game of the moment, 'Grand Theft Auto', for anyone whom doesn't know... has a life? 

Yes that right, 2013's latest installment, of misogynistic, megalomaniac massage, has hit planet Raph.

If you still don't have an inkling as to what it is, that Im carrying-on about, you've clearly and creditably been rocking this seasons must have blinkers. And thus, have avoided every billboard from here to Papua New Guinea, containing the animated mugshots of these seemingly post-apocalyptic, rabies ridden, once were SIMS.

To Prepare: 

Grab yourself 1 hyper-homicidal Mark Wahlberg, a handful of narcotized Chris Brown's and season lavishly with weapons of war. And hey presto you've got yourselves a multi billion dollar grossing, minefield of girlfriend mass suicide.

Best Served: Not At All

Alternative recipe's include: 

Take 1 Disc, remove from its unevolved, pre-millenia graphic clad packaging, frisbee said disc onto the roof, and leave till doomsday. Meanwhile, grab your half salvaged man and get him straight to work on your soon to be, Garden of Eden, mural amaze-balls hallway.

Teeehhee!!

Here's some Fujiroids.

 Copyright: The rather amazing...DRJPHOTO

WithLove Raphaella x

Intruders.

Well it has to be said, these past few days, would make wonderful educational software in 'Futility for Dummies'. It seems the whole damn world and his time wasting, backward thinking dog, has summoned themselves upon my inbox and ear holes.  

I kinda feel like Mr. "Free Hugs" guy, on your average animalistic Saturday upon the high street. 

Except.... some freeloading parasite, sharpie-d my heart adorned, free romantic gesture offering; leaving me the sour-faced looser, waving a once-was 'Monster Munch' box that now proclaims 

"Free time to be wasted". 

My Tipp-Ex unequivocally nowhere in sight.

Maybe, I’m a little more irritable than normal?

But maybe, my usually sanctified blind fold, slackened this week just slightly. 

Prevailing, a World and the self-centred habitants it withholds, that I usually liked to hide in a small box behind the boiler.

Eurgh.

Anyhow.... In consideration of the recent meddlesome events, at the WithLove Towers, I found this little set of gritty pixels, to be rather apt. I think this first image, of any, would be the closest illustration, of my present spiritual state. 

These six moody moments, where taken on a bitingly chilly winter’s day, in one of the many glamorous localities, I tend to find my rolling around in. Shot by renowned Irish photographer, 

Donal Moloney for his 2013 Intruders exhibition.

 

*Despite the current chin dragging aura this post may have broadcasted. 

I think these images are fucking awesome. :)

WithLove and tired eyes Raphaella x

At Home With-the-Love's.

Good-Morning Internet.

I should probably be in bed around about now. But for some typically, baffling, Raphaella reason; one crazy old cog, in that miniscule old mind of mine, thought it be a totally spiffing idea, to start tie-dying hot pants, in a not-so subtle pigmentation of Bahama Blue, at approximately 23.45 on a lonesome Summers Saturday-night, this June.

I read the 'Dylon for dummies' mini manual, with painstaking precision to detail, and in not one line, does it mention, performing such a procedure in a padded cell. My kitchen now rather resembles that of a Smurf's breeding ground, and the said shorts, have developed into a sad looking shade of  Navel Submarine. Thus... I fully intend to take some serious funky-town, legal action. :)

Now, whilst slurping Cola's in the afternoon rain, with my good friend Jay Mawson yesterday, I kinda came to the realisation, that the McNamara ship, aint so water tight. I’m running around 12years behind on the blogging front, I know that for sure. But how did the devil did I manage to keep these little homely number, under the covers since March! 

Like seriously though, where exactly did that fecking time go?!

 

 

Photography: Jay Mawson

Model: Raphaella

Well its almost 2:30am and theres some serious Peppermint tea to be downed and overpriced potions to be slapped on my face. 

Night yall.

WithLove and yawns... Raphaella McNamara x