Neon Hitch

It’s YOU.

You are what’s wrong with the world. And anyone that has listened to Baz Luhrman’s ‘Everybody’s free (to wear sunscreen)’ will know that you should stay away from magazines “they will only make you feel ugly”.

Now, I am about to take a different stance when it comes to the photoshop vs. skinny vs. fat vs. fake debate.

Britney Spears (I’m trying very hard to remove my hardcore admiration for her) she steps on the stage, looking AMAZING (taking note; she has had two kids and I have had none… She still looks better than me and I’m more than 10 years her junior!).

It should be no news to any magazine or publisher that majority of photo shoots, adverts etc. use photo shop. We all know this.

But please. Slam a person for going out and (from what I have read) putting on a fucking amazing show. She looked incredible, and most of all, happy – up on that stage. But there you go… With your quip.

‘Yep, that’s for proving us right (ignoring your talent) you did use photoshop and you aren’t that skinny’ – YOU ARE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD (among other things).

We will never win.

End of rant x

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Maybe we could be each other’s soul mates

“Don’t laugh at me, but maybe we could be each other’s soul mates. Then we could let men be just these great, nice guys to have fun with.” Charlotte York, Sex and the City.

Lucky for me… I have my soul mate. But even better than that I am blessed enough that he will be there, for ever.

Months can go by, and a lot can change (believe me! I’m talking lovers, ex lovers, marriage, tattoos, weight, hair, and god knows what else) but there he is… My SOLE/SOUL mate.

6 years ago, god knows what month it was… I was put clubbing with a group of friends and my current boyfriend. I know exactly what I was wearing (high waisted harem black suit trousers, black Mary Jane Louboutins, low cut/low back white racer back ripped vest, and a very naughty, very see through, lace and silk bra; and of course, a chanel 2.55 – it will always be me to wear a vest that was slutty but I had picked up from a market in Vietnam, trousers from Topshop and then top the cost of my whole outfit by adding a bag and shoes!). Anyway; there I was walking along the high street of this little town that I had grown up in to go move my boyfriends car whilst he was busy buying everyone drinks… Who do I bump into? My love, my genie, Reece Morgan. Now what I haven’t mentioned is that – this club was full of nice girls dressed like hoochies! You would see a Chanel here, Kurt Geiger there, Prada there… But the main aim with these girlies was sluttiness and as you can probably tell; what I was wearing was sexy, subtle but never hoochie mumma! Maybe that’s why he chose me, only he could tell you that. The inimitable Reece. So there I am, treating the high street as a run way and I bump into an acquaintance, turns out he was heading to the same place I was drinking with his girlies. Before I knew it, 2 weeks later I was on a stone table, in a mesh body, with black lipstick, wet look black eyeshadow, slicked back jet black hair… Pouting and posing. And that was just the beginning…

Now, when I first came across Reece I just knew him to be an aspiring photographer with an amazing sense of style. It wasn’t until we had numerous Cosmos and Margaritas that I realised every element that makes him is pure fabulous. From his ever changing hair styles, ooh snap! To his huge collection of handbags from Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Chanel and Hermes. Not forgetting his irresistibly delicious personality.

Only Reece would turn up at one of my friends magazine launch parties in Mayfair and get papped on his way home, simply for looking so gorg and fabulous. As if! Crazy.

This man is there for everything whether it be a simple BBQ in the garden of my fathers ranch (me in flares and him in all black), drinks in Canary Wharf (me in 10 inch heels and him in vintage), winter cocktails in Covent Garden (me with my pink 2.55 chanel and him draping himself in fur), a burlesque show in the West End (me in all black apart from my rose gold courts and Michael Kors and him traipsing in Dior), a Cheryl Cole concert at the O2 arena (me in leather trousers and him holding a jug of Cosmo) or us trying to figure out a way to make pink fishnet mesh work in my dressing room.

But it’s not just the clothes, the memories and the designers, it’s the art – his art, my drunken ‘art’, the art of love (or trying I find it), our worshipping of art (whether it be SJP, bitching about Kim K, slamming Britney, or worshipping the queens of the red carpet and the skinny bitches behind a camera!). There is pure talent there, and not necessarily the talent that you make for yourself by having a subscription to Vogue, or trading in your mums vintage for the to-die-for-vintage, or dressing to impress… For me, he was born with it. It’s the air, the blood and all the different organs that put him together and create pure talent-full fabulousness!

Well ya know what, here’s to the men that have come and gone (and stayed!) for the both of us, the fashion faux pas (for the both of us!!) and here’s to the next 50 plus years where this (photographer, stylist, socialite, bitch, editor, realised) man will still be my soul/sole mate… Because no matter what happens I will be wearing my Louboutins as slippers and he might well be taking the trash out in his vintage Hermes.

Love you, DOLL.

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Neon. Novalee. Nakoa. Knox. Names. Names. Names

Probably every day, I turn my TV on, switch on sky and either go straight for the Radio (Kiss FM) or for the music channels to update myself on new music videos (or to re-watch the ones I love). I have actually always been a fan of Gym Class Heroes; not many people actually know that the front man, Travy Mccoy was with pop singer Katy Perry for many years (he was probably ‘The One That Got Away’; she even featured in his band’s video) – I like his raps, his voice, his style, and he collaborative choices! So, it was no shock that when he came out with a new song, with a female vocalist featuring that I loved it! I’ve watched the video many times, always stopped what I was doing in my room and watched the whole video. The girl in it has BRIGHT red hair, really funky dress sense and I kinda liked the difference that her voice was! Lying on my bed earlier today, doing bits and bobs, the video came on and I thought ‘who is she’, I’m liking her more and more from this one video and she has just given me a great idea of what to do next with my hair (as in true ‘me style’ I’m bored and want a change up).

 

In order to get an image of this girl’s hair, and a good image, not a print screen of the video off of YouTube, I had to search the song + band, then the feature and find her name! (or her stage name). Neon. Hitch. Now it’s not every day you come across a name like this… Therefore I typed it into Google, read the first line of the Wikipedia page and found that yes, Neon is in fact her first name. She is, by birth, Neon Hitch. And that was that. Until I then went back on my laptop and realized I had left the Wikipedia page open and read her story…

Born in the east England countryside of London,Hitch resented her parents for her birth name, Neon, and wanted to change it to something more conventional. Her father was a lighting technician. Her mother bought a caravan to live in when their house burned down. They then began street performing, making and selling jewelry and clothing around Europe, and consequently, she never attended school. By the age of four, Hitch was traveling and performing with
the Archaos circus. At age of ten, she began writing poetry which led to her writing lyrics. Her boyfriend noticed that she could sing and encouraged her to hone her singing. By the time she was in her teens, Hitch was trained as a trapeze artist, fire swinger and stilt walker and had performed across Europe. Her family was featured in aBBC documentary. At the age of sixteen, Hitch moved to India for a few years before resettling in London to start her music career.

There is something about a different name… How many Lauren’s do you know, How many Paul’s… How many Neon’s do you know?

There is a film called ‘Where the Heart is’ with Natalie Portman and Ashley Judd. Although I love the whole film, and have done since a very young age, there is one small, very small, story line that I just love! There is a photographer, called Moses Whitecotton, who speaks to a heavily pregnant Natalie Portman, Novalee Nation; he tells her that she has to give her unborn baby a name, a name that means something! And it is very true… Although some parents may give it a lot of thought, at the end of the day, that name is stuck with that child for the rest of their lives.

Lord knows, my name is my name, and out of respect to my parents it will always be my name – but at the same time they gave me my nickname too, and that is what I go by. When I am introduced by my nickname it puts a smile on people’s faces, they are bothered about talking to me…

Excluding the influence of the country you are born in, and religion (for example Bjork is a traditional Icalandic name) there are some wonderful names out there that change a person, but also help them to be a different person, and different in a good way.

  • The name Neon comes from the Greek neo, meaning new. Neon was given this name when it was discovered as a new element in 1989. 
  • ‘Blue Ivy Carter’ the daughter of Beyonce and Jay Z; Ivy is a homage to IV being the number four and the day that they got married and Jay Z’s birthday; Blue being a favorite color of theirs.
  • ‘Apple Martin’ daughter of Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow; he suggested, she liked it.
  • Comedian Penn Jillette named his daughter Moxie Crimefighter; “Apparently, Jillette’s wife had no middle name, and their theory was that you never use the middle name anyway so why not have some fun with it.”
  • Zuma is the name of Gavin Rossdale and Gwen Stefani’s son.

Dig around a little, you may find that although she’s a new comer, and a little out there, there is lots to know and read about this wonderful creature! She has a great voice, unique style and a FANTASTIC name!

http://www.parentdish.com/2010/04/05/parentdishs-100-weirdest-celebrity-baby-names/