Monday, November 28, 2011

Christmas, Me, She & Him.



It's finally here. 
The She & Him Christmas album. 
And just to make things cooler, you can order it as a red vinyl record! Within the last week I've watched both 500 Days of Summer and Elf. Both spurred me into, what was a patient awaiting for the album, dire eagerness for its awesomeness asap!.. And now it's here! 
A Very She & Him Christmas is apparently inspired by seminal holiday albums by the likes of The Carpenters, Vince Guaraldi, The Beach Boys, Elvis Presley etc etc...It's oddly taken me a while to get into Christmas this year, but Zooey and Matt have perhaps awaken me from my non-christmas-coma.





F & P.


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Classic Motion.



Marina & Andy's Wedding.
An old Melbourne suburb of Fitzroy. A classic town hall, an inside swing, brand new moustaches, vintage fur trimmings and a classic New York finish.

I love this. Right through from the dress floating on the swing and the men at the local barber shop to the bike leaning against the LOVE and the books sitting upon the E. 
And most obviously I love the stop motion. 

Monday, November 21, 2011

Love Spin.


Finally the debut video for “Love Spin” is now finished. 


Directed by Stepa & Ilona Vladovskie.


The Saint Petersburg Disco Spin Club: Love Spin

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

A Perfect Dream.



 Love this short film.

 People like Jeana Sohn & Claire Cottrell are so talented.
 Magic realism. 
This second film of theirs reminds me of a sort of Amelie-Alice in Wonderland- Lolita combination. 
That along with gorgeous outfits of frilly socks, pale blues, candy striped blouses, a montage of Karen Walker sunglasses and dreamy neck ties and bows...then you have the absolute dream like state for a setting- well my perfect dream anyway. 
If I could choose a place to be, it would be in this film.


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

An Aesthetic.

Leslie Stein 

When I get to see ones workplace, it's an obsession of mine to try and figure out what it is that inspires them...what kind of person they are, what their aesthetic is. I do the same thing with peoples homes. I love the internet and its invitation into people's living spaces. I'm always watching clips about artists from Brooklyn NYC. They all make me want to live in crammed white loft apartment with canvases lying against each other and empty paint bottles lying on the kitchen bench. Perhaps the move from Wellington to Auckland will inspire a new aesthetic style of living in me...


Sarah Mcneil

Marcel Dzama


Valentina Vos


Karolina Kubik



Julia Pott


Misaki Kawai

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

A Potentially Irrational Man Rant.


I'm a girl. This is correct. As much as I hate the stereotype given to girls, I accept it because otherwise I would be a hypocrite given my approach to categorising every male in my life in to either one of the categories "Girl-Boy" or "Boy-Boy" (each with their own stereotyped characteristics and warning signs). But like I said, I do hate the stereotype. More so because I have little faith that most males will ever drop it  and actually see a girl as a normal creature not a scientific element; studied, experimented and labelled, rather than the actual irrational emotional connotation it brings onto the female sex at any sign of emotional release. But I suppose what the point of this post is...well a rant really, probably urged on by my friends blog This Is Why I Am Alone. I have been religiously following her posts about a boy she's been seeing. She got me thinking, and laughing-mostly laughing...but thinking about girls. We're all the same. We all think we're going through these irrational emotions alone but we're so far from being alone. I'd also like to point out that the word irrational is overused. Irrational would mean that thoughts are happening without real reason. But there's always reason whether it is of the male cause or the human nature cause. You're not being irrational. You're just good friends with your emotions. Which is unavoidable really. And normal. Guys exagerate this relationship thus the female stereotype which in turn enables a female like myself to create the male stereotype. With the accepting of all this stereotype bull shit, whenever I have a relationship "thought" I seem to say "fuck it". I've always liked this way of concluding my thoughts. But now... reading about the 180' my friend took with her stereotypical boy dilemea, it made me think perhaps there is a flaw in my "fuck it" motto. Is saying "fuck it" a defense mechanism? Yes. Is that a bad thing? I thought no, but now I'm thinking, if my friend had said "fuck it" instead of entertainingly ranting and questioning X's motives, she would have missed out on learning about X's unintentional stall in communication (her most recent post has brought X back into the situation, and as circumstances have it, he never actually left). So here's my dilema, should I stop saying "fuck it" and take things irrationally and romantically or should I continue my seemingly pessimistic "fuck it" motto and pass by those stereotypical dramas that could allow me to- as my friend posted "freaked out. I squealed. I hopped around the study room a little bit. It had been raining earlier on in the afternoon but when I looked outside the clouds were clearing and the sun was peeking out cheekily at me. It was the cheesiest, most cliched weather in the history of mankind and I wish my life were a TV show because ratings at that very instant would’ve soared through the roof.". 

I do like cheesy tv shows. 
Fuck it.
Or shouldn't I?




I haven't ranted like this in a long time.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Tear my Heart out.


I can't help but love this video clip. 
The director James Soloman is a wonder of a man who I adore. 
The singer Massad is 18 years old. My flat mate discovered him in the bar Bettys in Wellington one night. 

I don't know if it's my love for things like True Blood, Sky Ferreira & Hitchcock... but for some reason I simply adore the goriness of this video combined with the baking & that thing called love. 

Too deliciously entertaining to not share...