Yeah, I'm having a huge pink moment.
Financial Times, Fine Times November 2009
There is a particular bitterness I experience when seeing an object that displays both extreme beauty and simplicity in its creation. So, like, whenever I see a teapot with one of those in-built strainers I'm forcibly reminded of the painful scene in The Squid and the Whale, in which Walt is (rightly) accused of plagiarism.
MR. WADDLES: You said you wrote the song you played in assembly.
WALT: Uh huh.
MR. WADDLES: Why?
WALT: I don't know.
MR. WADDLES: Did you have a reason?
WALT: I felt I could've written it.
MR. WADDLES: Okay. But you didn't. It was written by Roger Waters of Pink Floyd. I think you know that.
WALT: Yes, but I felt I could've so the fact that it was already written was kind of a technicality.
MR. WADDLES: I see.
So basically this felt-slice necklace has me seething, but I also have a strange urge to take credit for it.
I could have thought of that.
Why. Didn't. I. Think. Of. That.
NB: The second photo is from Facehunter, not sure about the first.
As I've blogged before, Liz Taylor was always my favourite of the bombshells and like a lot of people I've been trawling through photos of the actress since hearing of her death. I don't know if she was ever more beautiful than when she appeared in Ivanhoe (1952), and I just love this on-set picture of her with the film's star, Robert Taylor:
Though as Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf showed, she was more than just a pretty face:
She will be missed.
I'm very mildly tempted to get gussied up to go vote in today's NSW State election.
But to be perfectly frank, I think my cloche hat and furs would be wasted on the political hacks in attendance.
The other night I had an extremely awesome dream in which every finger of one of my hands was adorned with a ring, and on each ring a different fruit. Since waking up to ass-hat reality I have found that the rings I dreamed of are actually super tricky to find. Ideally I'd like an apple, a banana, a pear and maybe a lemon. The only thing I've come across that comes close to dream-standard is this little apple (up the back):
Doesn't 'fruit ring' just sound like a thing that exists?
One of the Australian Fashion Week Spring collections I'm most looking forward to is that of Saint Augustine Academy. Though I've blogged about SAA before, it was not until recently that I realised it was a Sydney label.
I definitely know it now.
Designer Alvin Manalo's latest campaigns for the label wrap up this fair city in a sweet embrace. For starters SAA's Fall 2011 campaign stars the entirely gorgeous Isabella Manifredi of The Preachers and the very lovely James Domeyko who, amongst other things, co-founded Eclipsefest.
Tying things up neatly, The Preachers' video for their single Pale Rider shows the band decked out in suitably moody Saint Augustine Academy threads:
Perhaps most interesting for me is the short film Rooms for the Memory directed by Oliver Heath, which is featured on SAA's website as a catalogue for its Crystal Ballroom Spring 2011 collection.
Rooms for the Memory is a veritable who's who of a certain Marrickville/ Newtown set, bright young things who will undoubtedly be the subject of many a nostalgic tract in decades to come. The whole thing is, of course, exceedingly Cool, but I don't think there is anything contrived about Manalo's vision. I just wanna see what comes next.
Most likely all that can be said about the Galliano palaver has already been uttered. For me the extraordinary beauty of this dress from his final collection for Dior, highlights the fact that a person's creative output has little do with their strength of character. As in the case of Roman Polanski, I see no earthly reason why questions of talent and artistry have been brought into discussions of Galliano's wrong doings.
Being a genius doesn't give you free pass to be a butthole.
Sonia Rykiel Fall 2011