Brendan Fevola.
He's like the Lindsay Lohan of the football world.
All hyped up on money, booze and success and not quite sure what to do with himself.
Should footballers be allowed to get away with his colourful history? Should Carlton keep him on even though he seems to get caught every year in some kind of scandal involving a dildo and too much booze?
If he was a normal dude would we all just laugh and say 'ha, that only happens at Favela' and move on with our lives? Read more
Now that the sun is coming out as much as the rain and 'winter' as a three month concept is officially 'over' in the meterology world I feel like I am finally ready to talk about it without hate. Time heals all wounds and I am officially becoming nostalgic about wintery days spent inside cafes eating olive bread with the rain running down the windows on the grey streets.
I am a bit of a gemini, and whilst I don't buy into horoscopes too much, I can't help but identify with the OCD, split personality, addictive characteristics identified in Gemini's.
I get obsessed with things, they consume me! I discover things that everyone else discovered years ago and told me was cool but I didn't listen because I have a massive ego and suddenly I'm telling them in 2009 Read more
I've been watching a lot of Audrey lately, my favourites Sabrina, Paris when it Sizzles and of course Breakfast at Tiffany's have been on heavy rotation when I'm trying to get to sleep but can't quite switch my mind off.
And apart from wanting to be alarmingly thin, fluent in french and to constantly chain smoke long white cigarettes, these classic films have also led to a desire to reawaken the 1950's male. Read more
I stumbled upon these Johnathan Leder photographs over at Mob Living and despite it only being 8.18 in the morning they really got me thinking.
What is it about boob jobs that so many women want?
**NSFW** Read more
This may be an ongoing series. Maybe not. These days I find hot chicks way easier to source than hot dudes. In fact there's heaps of dudes out there that I just don't get the hype around. First one is Orlando Bloom. Cool first name I'll give him that. But what's the deal with this dude. Ew...
Okay, granted this is a particularly awful photo but I think it illustrates my point well. Not feeling this dude AT all hey. Um....effeminate (sp?) much? I have a saying in life "Never trust a man without a snail-trail". Something is not cricket about a dude with no hair there. And what's with his gay belly button region tatt. Hmmm. This dudes gotta swing both ways. Some chicks are cool with that shit and it's even a turn on for them but not me. No siree. They don't have to be a big hunk of manhood (in fact muscle dudes are usually the biggest closet homos) but they gotta be 100% on the punani. Dudes that have kissed dudes are only hot to dudes that kiss dudes.
I was thinking about this the other day (as you do) it's funny how like guys are SO into girl on girl shit, even girls too, but the thought of dude on dude is strictly for gay guys. It is not a turn on at all. Why is that?
Anyway I'm hungover and at work (on a fuckin' sunday!) and don't know why I started this post anymore. I would like to hear counter arguments as to how and why Orlando Bloom is hot. If he was French he might be hot in a euro way. But he's not. Maybe chicks into 'arty' dudes in touch with their feelings would like him. I dunno. Enlighten me! Look at those milky thighs. Haha. Dudes upper thighs are the whitest things in the world huh. You can use them as a torch in bed.
See this? Yeah, I use it.
No, I don't have OCD, I bought it because I had to sort through files at work that had mouse poo all over them.
I'm with CC on this, so many people have something to say about it when they see it in your handbag, but they ALLLLL wanna use it. Get your own!
I also find it handy when I'm off my face on acid and I've just been on the zombie train:
There have been a number of instances watching Masterchef that I cried. When Justine got eliminated I cried, when Julie won I cried, when she was reunited with her family I cried. George Colombaris cried, as did Gary, as did Matt, as did several celebrity chef's as well as the other contestants. It was an emotional affair.
Finally a reality TV show that made me cry and not want to throw something at the TV. Read more
So my Bastille Day ended not in a taxi after too much champagne and not lying on my stomach moaning after too much foie gras, rather in the Cinema with an inhuman amount of popcorn watching the highly anticipated Chanel Biopic Coco Avant Chanel.
There was tears, it was a beautiful movie, Audrey Tatou is an incredibly talented actress and thankfully it was in French. However for someone who holds this story particularly close to her heart and someone that has read the Charles Edmonde-Roux novel it was based on, so many times I've lost count, I couldn't help but be disappointed.
The film drops you into her life at six or seven, answers no questions about her mother and father or family and quickly progresses to her late teens when she leaves the Orphanage she was raised in and finds herself singing Caberet in Saloons. So much of her life was ingrained in her Family history and her time in that Orphanage, it was such a shame they left it out.
The film then spends a significant amount of time focusing on the two most significant men in her life and the experiences in her twenties that really helped to shape her. Important, yes, but as a result the film ends in her Thirties and jumps from these men very abruptly to a runway show at Rue Cambon with no real storyline as to how it happened. They leave out the enormous amount of seamstress work she completed at various places in France previous to such romances and essentially ignore much of the groundwork that would become the Chanel empire.
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As I said earlier it is a beautiful film, but it is such a small display of her life with such disregard to her fashion that they may as well just have written a love story tragedy script in English, cast other actors and released it for what it is: a true Hollywood popcorn flick. There is a lot that is true Chanel but there was so much missing that I would have found it difficult to understand what was really going on had I not read the book so many timess.
Absent was her romance with a Russian Duke, her time with the Ballet Russes for whom she designed Costumes, her time with the Avant Garde in Montmartre, her time in Hollywood dressing for the Silver Screen, her romance with members of the Surrealist movements, her involvement with the Nazi Party and most importantly the real inspirations behind her fashions, fabrics, designs and distaste for Aristocracy. There wasn't even any reference to her Costume Jewellery or Pearls.
I know I sound confusing but I didn't hate this movie, it was a beautiful surface level account of her early life and the relationships that set the tone for every relationship after. Audrey Tatou was a brilliant Coco Chanel and the rest of the cast put up outstanding performances. I just felt cheated that fifty odd years of her life were ignored and replaced with three sentences explaining that she died alone, working right up until the moment of her death. They left out so many amazing things that she did.
For those that see the movie and have a real interest in her life I would definately read the original biography by Roux, which will no doubt be available in every bookshop imaginable now that the film has been released. It is a long read but a very comprehensive account of not only her life, but Paris and Europe during the war and the Surrealist movement and Ballet Russe. I would recommend it to anyone interested in any of those.
I'm going to weigh in on the Twitter debate.
I have been totally Twit adverse, as I really do feel that Twitter is a legal form of stalking but I joined last week and found myself twit addicted for the first few days. But today I saw what Leah from MOB has in her fridge and thought is this really what the world has come to? Read more
Contrary to popular belief I am not totally adverse to music that has guitars and instruments in it other than synth and a drum machine. I just hate new rock music and all folk music. Not my bag baby. But I actually love SOME rock. Dad rock, yacht rock and sexy lady rock. Old rock basically. Not Nickelback or Green Day or fricken Eskimo Joe, or any of those other generic boring as fuck aussie bands that are wildly successful for some reason. Why the fuck is the Living End STILL headlining festivals, whhhhyyyyyyy?
Ahem, it seems every time I turn on the goddamn radio (I sometimes listen to Triple J at work to keep in touch with what this generation listens to, generally quite horrifying) it seems there's some neu-folk rage-iducing, whimsical ballad with female vocals on though and it drives me fucking crazy. Mostly because folk in all incarnations is about as cool as a maxi-pad but also because I know chick vocals can be fucking cool and fierce not cutesy and homely and the musical equivalent of Frankie magazine. We're cooler than that damnit! There are some cool chicks around, I actually think that Lykee Li (sp?) chick sounds alright, cutesy, but I like her music. But I want some fierce shit. Enter HEART. One of my fave old rock groups. Rad name for a band by the way. Fronted by two sisters, Ann and Nancy Wilson they had some fucking fierce songs. Barracuda anyone? Plus they were sexy beasts. No Missy Higgins (*dry retch*) here people. They had Farrah Fawcett hair and rocked the fuck out. Sexy styles. I recently remembered them because their song 'Magic Man' featured in the ZY State of Mind vid. Great song choices dudes. Have a listen.
Doesn't it just make you wanna be some sexy 70's bitch. I think this might of been in The Virgin Suicides too. How good is that record cover too? Love it. More shit like this please! I was actually a bit of a Donnas fan back in the day. I thought they were rad. Kinda teen movie but rad all the same. Pat Benetar is rad too. Pretty sure rock is dead and buried these days, but it would nice to have some girl vocals back on the scene and no, I don't mean like Pink. Oh dear god, don't even get me started on that shit. 15 sell out shows in Melbourne alone. It's enough to make me give up on humanity altogether. If there was ever a perfect venue for a terrorist attack....
