Guess how he reacted.
2/04/2011
The Luxury Gamer. Because such things exist.
For those of you with plenty of money but no social life to spend it on, Luxury goods manufacturer (a euphemism for "maker of useless expensive shit") has created a luxury gaming console. Compatible with Xbox 360, PlayStation 3 and PC, it's made of ostrich leather and dark blue lacquered oak, it's definitely something your average stupidly rich playboy can use to impress girls (until they realise that he still lives with his mum because he can't make himself a sandwich).
No word on pricing yet, but you'll be able to buy this on February 18 if you are rich, but still to socially awkward to find a gold digger.
Did anyone mention...
In the latest news on luxury weddings, someone has made a cake at the "Bride Villa" event, studded with 500 Swarvoski crystles.
Did anyone mention swarvoski crystals are inedible?
2/03/2011
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
This is a new building planned in India, called Atmosphere. It's planned as a pair of towers with this giant garden-cloud between them
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Did I mention the cloud glows? It has 15, 000 kinetic silver disks so that, like a real cloud, it is constantly changing shape. And surprisingly, it's also eco-friendly.
But, still, did I mention it's a floating garden made out of glowing silver disks? Does anyone else have the feeling that the future has arrived?
And does anyone else want to move to India like NOW?
2/02/2011
Yup, you got my attention all right.
This is the advertising campaign for the Brest Cancer Foundation of Singapore. Breast cancer is a terrible issure. My grandma is currently going through chemotherapy for it, and I believe that raising awareness of self-diagnosis could help save lives.
However, mild sexism and cute cartoons on boobs are NOT the way to go about doing that.
The advert implies that women are too busy obsessing over one tiny little pimple, or a few stray hairs, to care about breast cancer.
Really, the tag line is "Are you obsessed with the right things?"
While I agree that many women forget to self check because they are preoccupied with other things, those other things are slightly more likely to be, say, the human rights case they're currently closing, or the new breast cancer advertising campaign they've been working tirelessly on through the night.
However, mild sexism and cute cartoons on boobs are NOT the way to go about doing that.
The advert implies that women are too busy obsessing over one tiny little pimple, or a few stray hairs, to care about breast cancer.
Really, the tag line is "Are you obsessed with the right things?"
While I agree that many women forget to self check because they are preoccupied with other things, those other things are slightly more likely to be, say, the human rights case they're currently closing, or the new breast cancer advertising campaign they've been working tirelessly on through the night.
The Corey Helford Gallery is coming for your child's innocence
So recently the Corey Helford Gallery gave several artists the question "How would you re-imagine art for a child's room?" The result was a show called In The Nursery
Beloved by Ray Ceaser
Now the problem is, artists love the idea of subverted innocence. There's something about putting pure, sweet little children in an image that instantly makes the dark stuff more creepy and disturbing. But the idea that any sane person is going to hang these, admittedly great, artworks in a child's room is what worries me. Because it's one thing to paint subverted innocence, but actually subverting it? In the form of giving your child nightmares, all in the name of being a hipster parent? That's not edgy. That's just evil. There's a fine line.
Beloved by Ray Ceaser
Now the problem is, artists love the idea of subverted innocence. There's something about putting pure, sweet little children in an image that instantly makes the dark stuff more creepy and disturbing. But the idea that any sane person is going to hang these, admittedly great, artworks in a child's room is what worries me. Because it's one thing to paint subverted innocence, but actually subverting it? In the form of giving your child nightmares, all in the name of being a hipster parent? That's not edgy. That's just evil. There's a fine line.
2/01/2011
Oh feminism. How I miss you.
Someone, somewhere, though it was morally and aesthetically acceptable to create a book of boobs in 3D. Then call it 3DD. If you own this, please comment below and I'll give you a good long list of why you are single.
And no, Hipsters, this can never be ironic. Ever. Or art. It's just irritating. Look at what they billed it as:
"Boobs in 3D, 86 pages of pure fun, glasses included, enjoy"
Oh, and they also claimed the above was four words long.
My New Rug Crushes
From the "Losanges" collection by Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec for Nani Marguina
For once, I've found a piece of design I like not because it looks more sophisticated than me, but because it looks like my house - all threadbare rugs and old paintings.
"Roots" by Matali Crassat
Do I really have to explain why I love this one? Can you not just see the slightly off symmetry, the interesting concept and the way it's slightly creepy, like a giant eyeball?
Dresses That Changed Fashion Part 1
Nowadays this would be passed off as your typical, slightly average evening gown but back in 1915 when Mariano Fortuny first started selling these, they were revolutionary.
If you think they were over-reacting, consider these people had just come out of the Victorian and Edwardian eras, where the female body was both exaggerated and hidden by corsets and full skirts. These dresses both accentuated the body and left it in it's natural shape.
Plus they're gorgeous
1/31/2011
My new style crushes
Aura Lamp by Ocean Delaine and Beatrice Durandard. Normally I would avoid something like this like the plague. Why? Because it's got the word aura in it, which makes me want to punch someone. But it's just so pretty...
Let's face it though, it's a strip-lit wicker basket.
Now that's more like it. Cube as Home Lights by Orest Tatryn.
If you continue reading this blog for a while, you'll realise that I have a fetish for multicoloured glowing things. It's because I always picture myself ten years from now, in a bar in New York sipping a Screaming Orgasm (one day I will look back on this and cringe) lit by lots and lots of multi-coloured glowy things. And being chatted up by incredibly handsome men, but the glowy things are vitally important to the image too.
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