#MalcolmMcLaren

[punkrockhistory]

48 years ago today

Sex Pistols Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook and Steve Jones play on as their manager Malcolm McLaren fights with an audience member, Nashville Rooms, London, April 23, 1976.

Photo by Kate Simon

[purplerocketlavalamp]

Friend - Hey, you're having one of those hyper focus again, Me - Am I? Friend - You're not noticing? Me - Not really... Friend - You've been like... really into Rings of Power, a show you actively said you don't really like... Like why? Me -

Really,

You

can't

Even

Think

of

A single

Way

This

Could

Have

Happened

Are you serious?

This. This is why I could never be in charge of casting... ANYTHING ever. Cause Even I can see the typecasting habits my own imagination seems to stick with,

Anyone who's Unaware I have a writing account - @the-fiction-witch

[the-fiction-witch]

Not Like I Like It

Media - Pistol (Disney plus / FX) Character - Malcolm Mclaren Couple - Malcolm X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 1110

Fictional Advent Day Eighteen

Y/n hummed a cheerful tune to herself as she diligently basted the honey-glazed ham, savouring the sweet, warm aroma that enveloped her cosy apartment. The air was filled with the enticing scent of honey mingling with hints of spices, making her mouth water in anticipation of the festive dinner to come. The room was a visual banquet, adorned with vibrant red, shimmering gold, and deep green decorations that draped from the ceiling and sprawled across every surface. Sparkling ornaments hung from the tree, their colours dancing in the twinkling lights, while the floor was strewn with colourful remnants of wrapping paper and empty toy packaging.

The dining table was elegantly set, gleaming with polished cutlery and festive dishes, ready to showcase the delectable spread they would soon enjoy. A few pristine gifts, carefully wrapped in glossy paper and tied with cheerful bows, remained tucked beneath the tree, patiently waiting to be unwrapped. The soft sounds of Christmas music filled the air, with familiar songs playing on the TV,

Y/n took a step back to admire her handiwork before sliding the ham back into the oven with a satisfied smile. She set the timer once more, the cheerful ding echoing in the cheerful chaos, and then wandered into the living room.

Lillian happily ran around the living room playing with her new hobby horse excitedly dressed in her little red dress for dinner, and Eleanor sat by the TV playing with her new puppy plushie yet to be changed out of her onzie.

The door knocked before Y/n even had time to sit down. So she went to the door opening it up to see Malcolm standing in his usual jeans and leather jacket, with his bag over his shoulder.

“Hey Babe.” He smiled at her,

“Hello,” she smiled back kissing him as she let him inside. “You’re late,”

“I know, she was being a cow about it.” He sighed as he set his bag on the sofa and sat down in his usual spot by the TV,

“How was he?” she asked glaring at his bag until he moved it to the floor, leaving the seat for her to sit in,

“Fine,” he shrugged,

“You know he was welcome to come up for dinner too,”

“I know, Viv wouldn’t let him leave.” He sighed, quickly changing the subject as he picked up Eleanor pulling her to his chest and peppering her little head with kisses, “Hello Nori.” he cooed,

Eleanor happily giggled at her father throwing her puppy around excitedly,

“Lillian, Malcolm’s here.” Y/n cooed,

Making Lillian actually pay attention to something other than her mountain of toys running over and giving Malcolm’s leg a hug.

“Hi Daddy Malcolm.” she smiled,

“Hey, kiddo.” Malcolm did his best to smile at her and pat her head, even if he struggled a little connecting with Lillian given she wasn’t his daughter and he didn’t have the same love and relationship with her that he did with Eleanor simply because he hadn’t been around all her life. “I can smell the ham, I beg of you bring me a bit,” he asked,

“It’s not done yet.” Y/n chuckled,

“Ughh I am so hungry,” he sighed, “How long will it be?”

“Another half hour at least.”

“Fine.” He sighed, “I will simply starve won’t I Nori?”

“Don’t be so dramatic Malcolm.”

“I do have some things for the little ladies.” He chuckled getting his bag open and putting the little things for Eleanor and Lillian under the tree for them to open, getting one for Eleanor to open up and helping her to rip it open revealing the little rag doll.

Eleanor giggled and happily began playing with the rag doll.

“You like that Nori?” He cooed,

She giggled and happily ran her fingers through the doll's hair,

“I’m sure she loves it, Malcolm.” Y/n smiled,

“Do I get a present?” Lillian asked,

“Yeah, go on Kiddo there’s a couple for you too.” he told her,

So Lillian happily ran and got a gift from the tree ripping it open excitedly, to reveal a teddy bear. “Thank you, Daddy Malcolm.” She cooed hugging his leg again before running off to put it on her bed,

“She does like bears right?”

“Malcolm. She’s Seven. She likes most things.” Y/n chuckled,

“Well I don’t know what she likes,” he shrugs, “Sorry… I know I’m not the best with her.”

“It’s okay, you’ll learn.” Y/n smiled giving him a little kiss,

“I guess I will,” he nodded, “I have to be around for my little Nori.” He cooed giving her another kiss, “I’m sure I’ll learn with Lillian.”

Y/n nodded and grabbed a bottle from the kitchen, Malcolm went to take it to feed Eleanor but Y/n took her instead and gave him a slight glare as Lillian returned,

He nodded and did his best to talk with her, “So? What’s been your favourite present Lil?”

“Mama got me a horsey!” She smiled showing off her hobby horse,

“Oohh that’s very nice, does he have a name?”

“I’m gonna call him chocolate.” She smiled galloping around the living room,

“That’s a nice name for him,” he nodded,

She galloped around the tree making a show off pulling her hobby horse to stop and grabbing a rather sweetly wrapped present from under the tree bringing it over and offering it to him,

“Oh, you want to help opening it Lil?”

“No, It’s for you Daddy Malcolm,” she smiled,

“Fo- for me?” He asked, “That’s your silly mama I told her not to get anything for me.” He chuckled at Y/n but she didn’t reply still feeding Eleanor,

“No,” Lillian laughed, “I made it for you!”

“You- You did?” He asked, “You made something… for me Lil?”

She nodded excitedly, “Open it! Open it!”

“Alright,” he chuckled opening up the small present to reveal a small but cute little woven bracelet of black cord with a few star beads, “Aww you made this for me?”

She nodded, “Do you like it?!”

“It’s lovely, thank you very much Lil.”

She happily went back to her horse galloping around the living room again,

Y/n finished up feeding and burping Eleanor sitting her back with her toys, “She was so insistent on making you something,” She laughed, “You don’t have to-” She began going to take the bracelet,

But Malcolm immediately flinched away pulling it close to his chest, “Mine.” he snapped,

Y/n raised her eyebrows giving him a look,

“Not like I like it or anything.” He shrugged clearly faking it as he tied the bracelet on tightly,

“Sure you don’t.” Y/n chuckled laying her head on his shoulder, so he wrapped his arm around her kissing her head, “Do I get a present?”

“You do…” He nodded, “When the girls go to sleep.” he winked,

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[a-pop-life]

Malcolm McLaren mixes R&B and opera on Fans!

[jamfromwkym]

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[alexadd77]

La etapa roja de los Dolls duro poco mas de dos meses

A principios de 1975 Malcom Mclaren se hizo cargo de un combo falto de una direccion y consiguió que usaran trajes de cuero rojo y una bandera comunista como fondo en el escenario empezaron con 5 conciertos en New york para despues hacer una gira por Carolina del Sur y Florida a mitad de la misma Thunders y Nolan abandonan siendo sustituidos y al final de la misma desaparece el combo. Este bolo en el Little Hippodrome de New york centra el repertorio en temas que conformarian el tercer Lp que nunca grabaron y muchos de ellos se incluyeron en los discos de David Johansen, Sylvain Sylvain o los Heartbreakers. Por eso este disco aun con un sonido pobre es todo un documento ademas la portada me encanta y andaba detras de el hace tiempo.

Un disco comprado entreferias

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[punkrockhistory]

In memory of Vivienne Isabel Westwood, English fashion designer, born on this day in 1941, Tintwistle, UK

In memory of Malcolm McLaren, former manager of the Sex Pistols, New York Dolls and Bow Wow Wow, who died on this day in 2010 in Bellinzona, Switzerland

📸 Bridgeman Images

[parkerbombshell]

Rainbow Country #429

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[the-fiction-witch]

Sweetheart

Media - Pistol (Disney plus / FX) Character - Malcolm Mclaren Couple - Malcolm X Reader Reader - Mya Rating - 18 + masturbation/ nudity/ eating out/ fingering/ pinv/ fullsex/ Word Count - 1881

Mya had been visiting Malcolm in his new apartment since moving out of the one he shared with viv. Given they had broken up, she had mostly just come to bug and annoy him but he was so deep in his paperwork that he barely noticed her at all.

"hey, Malcolm?" She asked as she lounged on his chair

Malcolm's eyes flickered up momentarily before refocusing on the papers, his fingers moving swiftly across the papers as he contemplated. “Mmm-hmm?” he muttered absently, His dark hair fell across his forehead, framing his intense expression.

"... How often do you masturbate?" She asked without any built-up at all like she was just asking about the weather,

Malcolm's gaze snapped towards Mya, his eyes narrowing slightly as he raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that's any of your business?” he drawled, setting down his papers and leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. A sly smile spread across his face as he leaned forward once more, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone. “Besides, I'm pretty sure it's none of anyone's business... unless you're offering to join me.”

"I'm curious. Please I wanna know.”

Malcolm chuckled low in his throat, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. “Oh, curiosity's a mighty fine thing... especially when it comes to something as deliciously private as my masturbation habits.” He paused, letting the silence hang between them for a moment before continuing. “As for how often... well, I'd say it's whenever the mood strikes me. Which is probably more often than you'd care to admit, considering the way you're staring at me right now.” His gaze locked onto hers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “So, what's really driving your curiosity, sweetheart?”

"just trying to get you to talk to me. I figured that was a good question." She explained "... When you do it? Do you use your hand or you got some kinda sexy flesh light under your bed?"

Malcolm's eyes flashed with delight, his lips curling up into a wicked grin as he shook his head, chuckling softly. “Oh, you want to know the details, huh? Well, I suppose I can indulge you.” He leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, his words dripping with sensuality. “When I do it... usually late at night, after a long day. I find myself lying in bed, surrounded by the quiet darkness, and my mind starts wandering…” His gaze drifted off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to Mya's eager face. Malcolm's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he continued, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality. “It's then that I reach beneath the covers, feeling for the familiar weight of my cock... stroking it gently, watching as my hand moves up and down, creating friction against my skin.” He paused, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath, his voice dripping with sensuality. “And sometimes... I imagine someone else there with me. Someone who can see me, touch me, taste me…” His gaze locked onto Mya's, his eyes burning with intensity as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I don't need to imagine you, sweetheart. You're right here with me. Watching me. Waiting for me.” Malcolm's fingers brushed against the edge of his jeans, his thumb tracing the outline of his zipper, his movements deliberate and calculated.

she giggled not noticing his hand moving below the table

Malcolm put back a groan feeling himself getting hard. Looking at mya’s short skirt and low-cut top noticing for the first time since she got here just how good she looked.

"Oooh sounds like fun. Plus you do live alone now so I imagine you do it a lot... Plus your a man and you just kinda jerk off wherever. I can't stupid roommates and requiring like ten minutes of prep and a vibrator on full battery" she explained

Malcolm's eyes widened, his face flushing with arousal as he quickly glanced away, attempting to compose himself. His hand still rested on his lap, but he made a conscious effort to keep it still, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing bulge in his pants. He cleared his throat, attempting to steer the conversation back on track, though his voice betrayed a hint of huskiness. “Yeah... well... I guess that's true. But hey, being a man has its perks, right? No prep is required, and no batteries are needed... Just pure, unadulterated pleasure.” Malcolm's gaze drifted back to Mya, his eyes locking onto hers with a newfound intensity. He leaned over the table, his voice taking on a seductive tone, his words dripping with promise. “You know, I think I've had enough talk for tonight. Don't you agree, sweetheart? It's time we moved on to more...hands-on activities.”

"I don't wanna help with paperwork Malcolm." She said for what felt like the nine millionth time today. Not picking up on his hinting. She briefly jumped out the chair and went to her handbag bending over to find something unknowingly flashing Malcolm her white lace panties

Malcolm's eyes snapped towards Mya, his gaze fixed on the tantalizing sight of her lace panties. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he felt his arousal spike, his body tensing with desire. For a moment, he forgot all about paperwork, forgot about everything except the vision of Mya's underwear clinging to her curves. His eyes roamed over her hips, his mind racing with possibilities. Slowly, he stood up from his chair, his movements fluid and predatory. He took a step closer to Mya, his eyes never leaving hers, his voice low and husky. without warning for her or really himself he grabbed her hips and pulled Mya against him. Rubbing his erection against her ass "Oh fuck- Mya! Uuhhh fucking hell!" He groans almost humping her already

"Whoa! Malcolm what the hell!" She gasped unable to hold back a laugh

Malcolm's hands slipped down to cup Mya's cheeks, his fingers digging gently into the flesh as he held her in place. He ground his hips against hers, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through his body. “Mya, baby...you feel so good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “I love the way you fit against me.” He reached around and palmed her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he couldn't help but thrust harder against her.

she softly moaned letting him kiss and bite her neck as he uncontrollably ran his hands all over her "humm somebodies more desperate then he let on" she smirked grinding back against him

Malcolm's teeth sank deeper into her skin, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck as he savored the taste of her. His hands roamed freely over her body, claiming every inch of her as his own. “Hmm, someone's got a point there,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with hunger as he gazed at Mya. With a swift motion, he spun her around, pinning her against the wall as he devoured her mouth in a fierce kiss. Malcolm yanked off her panties and ripped her skirt leaving her naked from the waist down.

She softly moaned as his hand came and rubbed her clit before starting to finger her hard and fast, "Ughh Malcolm!"

Malcolm's fingers plunged deeper, his palm pressing against her swollen clit as he worked her into a frenzy. His other hand wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as he rode her waves of pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes,” he hissed, his breath hot against her ear as he pumped his fingers faster, harder. His eyes locked onto hers, burning with a primal intensity as he watched her come undone beneath him. Suddenly, he stilled, his fingers buried deep inside her as he waited for her permission to take it further.

she bit her lip and nodded her fingers twisting in his hair to guide his head down leaving his eyes in line with her cunt

Malcolm's eyes widened as he gazed at her wet, inviting flesh. Without hesitation, he dipped his head, his tongue darting out to lick her slick folds. He groaned in appreciation, his senses overwhelmed by the taste and scent of her arousal. “Mmmm...you're so sweet,” he muttered, his tongue probing deeper, teasing her entrance with gentle licks. As he licked her, his fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy, driving her higher with each stroke.

she squirmed her hips and moaned loudly throwing her head back in lustful moans twisting her fingers in his blonde locks "ugh Malcolm! Please!"

Malcolm's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he ravaged her with his tongue. He sucked and licked her clit, his mouth working her into a frenzied state of ecstasy. “Oh, yeah...yeah…” he whispered, his voice muffled by her sex as he feasted on her juices. “Begging for it, huh?”

"oh fuck off you're a guy who lives alone. I live with four roommates! I haven't gotten off in a month!"

Malcolm's face twisted in mock offence, but his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. He pulled back from her, his chest heaving with exertion, and gave her a sly grin. “Well, well, well... looks like someone needs a little help getting laid.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I'm happy to oblige, sweetheart. But don't expect me to go easy on you just because you're desperate.” With that, he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy once more, pumping them in and out of her in rapid succession, sending her crashing towards an orgasm. Malcolm's fingers continued their relentless assault, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her body tensing up, her muscles contracting around his digits as she teetered on the brink of release. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. He undid his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock but instead of stopping there, he reached for something behind him a small bottle of lubricant that he had left on the table. With a wicked glint in his eye, he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his cock. Malcolm's hands grasped her thighs, holding her in place as he positioned himself at her entrance. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto hers, and then slowly began to push inside.

“Oh, God…” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation

Malcolm's face was a mask of concentration, his jaw clenched as he fought to control his own desire. Malcolm's thrusts grew slower and more deliberate, each one pushing him deeper into her warm, wet depths. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, trying to hold him back, but he was determined to claim her completely.

“Ahhh!” She screamed as she clenched around him and squirted down his cock,

That was enough for him to grunt and burry himself inside her biting on her shoulder as he came, “Fuck… Sweetheart…” he groans,

“Fuck…” she gasped,

“Humm You’re gonna stay with me… for a little longer I think,” He growled picking her up and taking her to bed. 

[slackville-records]

Annabella Lwin - Bow Wow Wow

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#malcolmmclaren #annabellalwin #bowwowwow

[djguamstyles]

Vans x Supreme x Malcolm McLaren V-79 Pink from 2009.Not a very popular Supreme collab, which makes for them being dumb rare, and non-existent on the resell market. I can appreciate these, growing up as a product of Hip-hop culture, and ultimately becoming a DJ, and somewhat a skratch junky as well. "D'ya like scratchin'?"#vans #supremenewyork #supremevans #malcolmmclaren #keithharing #duckrock #dyalikescratchin

[ris8lifestyle]

Vivienne Westwood non ha inventato il punk

#VivienneWestwood non ha inventato il #punk, ma il #punk è stato fondamentale per la carriera da #stilista di #Vivienne #Westwood. #ris8 #ris8lifestyle #magazine #fashion #style #malcolmmclaren #sexpistols #ramones #damned #moda #punkrock 

Il 29 dicembre, oltre a Pelé, ci ha lasciati, come saprete già tutti, la geniale stilista Vivienne Westwood. La notizia del lutto ha avuto un certo clamore perché  la stilista era strettamente legata agli albori del punk. Stupisce il clamore che ha avuto su quella sorta di Villa Arzilla che è ormai Facebook dove, appena muore qualcuno legato all’immaginario collettivo, inizia una parodia da…

[jamfromwkym]

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◆追悼 Vivienne Westwood◆ 英国の女王が逝去された年に、もう一人のクィーン、「パンクの女王」として知られるヴィヴィアン ウエストウッド(Vivienne Westwood)が亡くなるのは偶然だろうか？ ヴィヴィアン ウエストウッドは、エリザベス女王の顔の安全ピンを刺したグラフィックの作品を公然と発表した反面、1992年には大英帝国勲章を受けてました。 その際に彼女が下着を着けずに現れたのは、彼女らしいエピソードです。 2006年には、デイム(DAME)の称号も授かり、単なる反王室、反権威主義者でないことを示しています。 1970年代中頃のパンクムーヴメントには、当時パートナーのマルコム　マクラーレン(Malcolm McLaren)、彼女のブティックの常連客によるバンド、セックス ピストルズ(Sex Pistols)、グラフィックデザイナーのジェイミー リード(Jamie Reid)等、多くの才能あるアーティストと関わりました。 しかし、その��心にはヴィヴィアン ウエストウッドが常に存在し、彼らのアイデアを地道に具現化しました。 パンクの破壊と創造は、過去の否定と捉えがちですが、一方で18世紀のヨーロッパ芸術をこよなく愛し、古代ギリシャや原始の洞窟壁画に自身のルーツを見出す古典主義者でもありました。 下卑たコミック、過激なスローガン、タブーのボンデージ下着、辺境の地のタータンチェック、ロマンティックな海賊、カラフルなアフリカの紋様、優雅なロココ絵画等、ヴィヴィアン ウエストウッドはそれらを全てフラットに見つめ、その美を等価に評価し、分解し、荒々しく、そして美しく再構築しました。 その創造過程そのものがパンクとして評価され、あらゆる分野に於いて応用されています。 従ってパンクとは突然変異でも一過性の固定化されたスタイルでもありません。 それは新たな創作方法で、審美観です。 そしてそれは断層の様なもので、目で見える大きな変化ですが、その成分は過去から存在するもので構成されています。 彼女の登場以来、意識、無意識に関わらず、多くのデザイナー、アーティスト、私達も含めて、その影響下から逃れることは不可能とも思えます。 弊店は彼女のキャリアの初期から、現在に至るまで可能な限り多くの作品を取り扱い、リスペクトしてきました。 この機会にそれらをお手に取り、彼女の足跡、メッセージに触れてみていただければ幸いです。 慎んで追悼の意を表します。 Gallery なんばCITY本館1F店 〒542-0076 大阪府大阪市中央区難波5-1-60 なんばCITY本館1F 【営業時間】11:00～21:00 【休館日】年内無休 12/31のみ18:00まで営業 2023年1月1日 休館 1月2日 9:30より営業 1月3日より平常営業 【PHONE】06-6644-2526 【MAIL】gallery@angel.ocn.ne.jp 【なんばCITY店Facebook】https://goo.gl/qYXf6I 【ゴルチェ派Facebook】https://goo.gl/EVY9fs 【instagram】http://instagram.com/gallery_jpg 【Twitter】https://twitter.com/gallery_jpg 【tumblr.】https://gallerynamba.tumblr.com/ 【ブログ】http://ameblo.jp/gallery-jpg/ 【オンラインショップ】http://gallery-jpg.com/ #viviennewestwood #ヴィヴィアンウエストウッド #マルコムマクラーレン #セックスピストルズ #ジェイミーリード #ゴッドセイヴザクイーン #パンク #PUNK #ワールズエンド #セディショナリーズ #レットイットロック #ボンテージパンツ #クラウンハット #スクイグル #アストアロボット #ジョセフコーレ #ラブジャケット #アーマーリング #オーブ #ORB #MalcolmMcLaren #パイレーツルック #アングロマニア #ミントカラーコート #エリザベス女王 #sexpistols #worldsend #JamieReid #バッファローコレクション