Filed under: Australia, Fashion, Retail, Sydney | Tags: footwear, brogues, marsu homme, koppage
Jus robokopped this pair of Marsu Hommes from their new pop up store. The Artisan Guild & Curiosity Shop is at 263 Oxford Street will be up until the end of July. They’ve got an awesome promotion going on as well, with 30% off all shoes as well as a 2 for 1 special, which meant mein shoes kosting me only ze $150 AUD.
They’ve also got this brill nubuck boot hand finished in store with ink that’s $279 and its uber worth it. Materials, construction, fit and finish is all superb. As expected of the brand which used to retail at Incu for like 4 or 5 bills.
The store itself is also home to many trinkets and knickknacks, including some really awesome spectacles as well as these clocks that go anti-clockwise. EOFY tax returns come quick please.
I just caught this awesome sauce brovie. Which is a bro-movie of course, like a chick flick but laughs instead of tears n swooning. Guffaws really. It’s called The Hangover and it’s directed by Todd Phillips.
3 guys and their best bud who’s getting married decide to go to Vegas for a bachelor party. Only they wake up the day after totally hungover and the groom has disappeared. There’s also a couch that’s still smoking, trashed tvs, a baby in the closet and a tiger in the bathroom. From there, they try to retrace their steps and find their friend, hopefully before the wedding in LA starts.
It’s this slow reveal that helps the story chug along, with gags galore involving a lost tooth and date rape pills among other things. Like learning that the tiger belonged to Mike Tyson. Or that they traded their Mercedes for a police patrol car. Or that one of the guys got married to a stripper (Heather Graham looking resplendent as usual).
The show stopper for me was Ken Jeong’s character, a short little Asian guy who pops out of a car trunk naked before proceeding to beat the shit out of the 3 protagonists. The title for this post comes from the man himself and was my personal highlight in the film. You don’t get to see him in the trailer but that’s good cos you should watch it in the cinema. Trust.
I know its all telly and that but its kinda awesome to see a guy skinning and gutting a camel in the sahara and turn it into a temporary shelter. Fuck da haters.
Would you rather breathe your chocolate than eat it? Le Whif is a new product that involves an aerosol spray that puts about 50mg of choc powder in your mouth each time you use it. It comes in 4 flavors, including mint, raspberry, mango and just chocolate. Because the entire amount is so small, you consume a negligible amount of calories. So its basically a device that lets you taste chocolate without having to eat it.
I suppose that this is like nicotine patches for chocolate addicted dieters. Only, most people I know who like chocolate disregard the “sinful” nature of the food and wholly engorge themselves upon the decadence before them, be they Snickers or Varlhona.
The main criticism I have for it is that it removes the soul out of the whole process of eating. Instead of making it a process where nourishment is derived from consumption, it becomes a fallacy. Trading flavor for an empty stomach.
Not to mention the fact that you only utilise your tastebuds in the exercise, removing the need for gustatory action or textural delights from eating real chocolate, which is like hello? the best thing evar?
However, it is an interesting point of view, one that suggests the lightest possible way to enjoy flavor, without actually eating much. You lose almost all texture and feel but you taste something. Which is great if you are inquiring as to the flavor. Not necessarily the overall experience. What if you could turn this into a sort of flavor sampler thingamajig? Like for flashy restaurants where customers get bamboozled when they see a jumble of French terms on menus.
I have no clue why but this cheese smelt like a fish. Mushroomy fish. The rind on the Woodside Charleston has a dry, biscuity aspect and I think my impatience/hunger should have been ignored. I sliced it open about 6 days from the best before date. Shoulda probably left it longer for extra ooziness. I thought it felt wobbly enough though…
Still, its an awesome brie style. Not quite as good as brie de meaux but still really good. Such a salty, density to the flavour. Almost like an anchovy-esque mushroom! But white and creamy smooth meltiness. Texturally, the insides were divine but I felt the mould (which is actually 3 different white moulds) was too distant and felt like it got in the way as I was sloshing the creamy insides around my mouth.
Do note that they make this baby in a coupla sizes. I got the small one so its not quite the same as the larger ones. There might be slight differences in the flavor/maturation and also, the small one has a greater rind to cheese ratio.
I have this urge to make a cream sauce with mushrooms and anchovies now.
Word on the street is Messrs Sumner, Morris & Cunningham have joined forces with Alex James in the wake of Peter Hook’s departure from New Order. Together with the Blur bassist, they now form a new band, entitled Bad Lieutenant and have an album slated for release in October.
I have this project in class which involves me and 3 other guys researching about a country and talking about it. So part of my research involved watching a film, in this case, Pedro Aldomovar’s Talk To Her or Hable con ella. Lame excuse of course but no need to bother about that. *Spoilers aplenty btw.
So I finally got down to watching it and I must say I am hella creeped out but very impressed. Typically, I’m not one for the touchy feely emotional type drama shows. Which is why I took so long to watch this much heralded film. I now know why. Again, I also only tend to like films that have a certain aesthetic beauty. This one falls into that category just fine, only that its a certain disturbing sort of beauty, where you feel that you are a sicko for appreciating almost.
The film is mainly about 2 guys, Marco and Benigno. Marco is a travel guide writer who has just gotten into a relationship with a famous female matador. Benigno works as a nurse in a hospital. They sort of meet at a sort of avant garde dance show where the former sheds a tear in one touching scene of melodrama. You keep thinking Benny (whose name translates as benign) is the gayzorz because of his effeminate speech and the fact that he was creepily mentioning Marco to Alicia, his object of affection. She also happens to be in a persistent vegetative state. So he’s apparently simple but also creepy.
The proper meeting between Benny and Marco happens in the hospital, when Lydia, the matador gets gored by a bull into a coma. Benigno advises Marco to talk to Lydia, like he does in his monologue with Alicia. At times, assuming her responses for her. The film reveals more plot points as you go along and the more you know, the more uncomfortable it gets.
It’s all really pretty, especially the scene where Alicia is on a hospital bed and the nurses dress her, easing the sheets and the gown horizontally across the screen. There was this faint hint of the creeps hiding under the serenity and calm. All the psycho stuff then comes out later, when Benigno opens up to Marco.
These two, insecure and lonely men are completely incapable of having real relationships with women. Marco was gonna get dumped the day Lydia got gored. Benny assumes the PVS chick is responding positively to his advances. They carry on, deluded that they are in love, when they only love themselves. Things get strung out till we reach this climactic point where its goes beyond just creepy and weird to downright wrong.
Amidst all this, the dance shows inside the film and the film within a film reinforce the goings on between the characters. The fragile distance between the sexes and the ambiguity of sexuality in and of itself, loneliness and selfish desire or perhaps naivete and obstinance.
There’s also this wonderful scene where Caetano Veloso provides a heartwrenching rendition of Cucurrucucu Paloma. If you ever need something to make a girl’s heart swoon, this shit has got to be it.
Talk To Her is sensual, provocative and soooo gentle yet completely perverse at the same time. A must watch.
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: acne, blue, desert boots, footwear, opening ceremony, productlust
When I was 17, I had this awesome school trip where we went to Sweden and London. Whilst we were in the English capital, we were going shopping for a night out to watch some theatre show. Somebody told me like Electric Blue was the hot color. So I went and bought this godawful cyan and blue striped shirt from Marks & Sparks. It was so terribad you couldn’t imagine how much worse I could make it, until I put on this bright orange tie.
My fashion sensibility hasn’t changed much since then unfortunately. Anyway, I guess, in a roundabout way, I’m just trying to say I like blue with all its connotations of boyishness.
Like this Opening Ceremony Desert Boot. Which makes me wish I was traipsing round Central Park or summat, flush with beautiful wimmins and greenery.
Or mebbe dis pair of Acne Dunes in Blue Fog.
