Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Cinema Lovers

In keeping with the trend of remaking children's tales, the latest to hit our screens will be "The Fantastic Mr Fox" from legendary author Roald Dahl.

For those of us in Hong Kong, we are still waiting for the release of Where the Wild Things Are (pooface) but hopefully Fantastic Mr Fox is not too far away either! Directed by Wes Anderson (of Royal Tenenbaums fame) and featuring the vocal talents of George Clooney (as the delightful Mr Fox) and Meryl Streep as his wife, this is the tale of the Fox family trying to outfox (sorry i had to) the human Boggis farmers.

In other movie news, I also spied the Sex and the City 2 trailer over the weekend - loving all the desert scenes!


Also go see Avatar if you haven't already :)

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Happy Friday: Merry Christmas

Yes, it's not Friday yet. Too bad.

Merry Christmas dear readers! I hope you have a lovely Christmas - all you overseas orphans in particular. Ali, we currently share the same NYC dream so here's hoping to that coming true for both of us in 2010. Phuong and Jen, my beloved girlfriends - I miss you loads. Ally Kay - hilarity! And everyone else... Happy Christmas! xo

On the 12th Day of Christmas

I've forgotten my Christmas carols... Is this also the last day of Christmas?

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... all my career dreams, wrapped up in a lovely leather satchel.

And because I just googled and discovered that indeed this is the last day of Christmas, my true love will also be delivering me all my friends from the far-flung corners of the globe together in some exotic, beautiful, cocktail drenched location. I adore you all, and can't wait to see you all again soon.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Would You Date This Man?

I'm serious. And I'm not saying Tiger Woods per se, I mean what he represents. That is, a successful, not-bad looking 30 something dude. Leaving aside the issues associated with a divorced (let's assume it will happen), single father. If you knew a guy was a serial cheater, would you go there? And would you go there expecting to have a loving, committed, monogamous relationship? Can a Tiger change his stripes?

I really want to know what you think. Tell me!

On the Road

I'm on the road tomorrow peops, so that means you get the 12th day early. Please forgive me for ruining the surprise a little early? :o)

On the 11th Day of Christmassss...

Is anyone else bored with this? I should probably be requesting outlandish things but frankly, I'm too tired to think. Champagne seems to have some kind of brain-sucking ability whereby normal thought is replaced with an insistent need for a nanna nap. And a hair wash.

I overslept this morning. So I sacrificed washing my hair and taking time to choose a great outfit. Which would be fine if I weren't seeing so many people today. And having a date tonight. I mean fuck. Of all the days! What was I thinking?!

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love urgently delivered to me ... a hair wash and a beautiful dress, and a quick sprawl across the couch.

Maybe these dresses are a tad over the top... But hey. It's Christmas!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

On the 10th Day of Christmas

You are going to think I'm an enormous wanker after having requested Chanel handbags and what-not from my true love, but... I'm having another big dinner with friends tonight. I enjoy food and I love the company of my friends. They are amazing people - full of different interests, personality quirks and totally unique. Yet they all share one thing: their immense capacity for generosity. These people make time for their friends, they will cook for them (ego is also at stake for this one), stroke/comb your hair when you're sad, and deliver 3 different kinds of painkillers and an eyemask when you're vomiting from migraines (true story!). Sadly, some people don't get to enjoy food in the way we do, and the idea of a dinner party is probably so foreign to them it probably seems like a total waste of time.

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love sent to me ... food for everyone, forever. And not McDonalds or Tao in New York. I mean fruit and vegetables and rice and loaves of bread and fish. And maybe a bit of ice cream for later.

Monday, December 21, 2009

All The Bigger To See You With

Wise words re the power of accessories from a Real Live Fashion Icon.

At 86 years of age, this old bird looks incredible and she's funny to boot, referring to herself as a "geriatric starlet".

On being old she has this to say:
Coco Chanel once said that what makes a woman look old is trying desperately to look young….and it’s so silly, why should one be ashamed to be 84? Why do you have to say that you’re 52? Nobody’s going to believe you anyway … they get their faces done but their hands are still creepy..I mean it’s ridiculous. Why be such a fool? There’s nothing wrong and I think it’s nice that you got to be so old….It’s a blessing.

On thongs:
Everybody looks like they’re going to the shower…the flip flops…it’s so awful.

On never going without accessories:
I feel naked. Sometimes when it’s very cold, I must admit I cannot wear silver jewelry because it gets too cold and I cannot wear my silver eyeglasses because it burns my nose…but I always wear something. I couldn’t live without my accessories.

On wearing designer clothes:
I don’t wear Chanel because I feel that..if I had a granddaughter I would be wearing her. They just don’t hang right. That doesn’t take away from the fact that they are brilliant they are wonderful, but I am happy in architectural clothes. I have a number of Yves Saint Laurent things…This (referring to her black leather tunic shirt) is YSL…Then I buy a lot of things that don’t have labels. When I went to H&M I fell in love with a fake fur and a skirt and they were both on sale…I paid $29 for the skirt and $79 for the fake fur.

On fashion magazines:
I don’t understand a lot of magazines, I don’t understand showing $20,000 dresses on 14 year old models…. Doesn’t make any sense to me. I went to a show in Palm Beach recently which had beautiful clothes…but I had never seen such itsy bitsy models… I asked, “What nursery did you rob? And was told, “We really had a problem because our samples were so small, our regular in-house girls couldn’t fit into them”. The girls must have been 14 and 15 years old… Now how can an intelligent middle aged or older woman who is a bit buxom relate? I said “isn’t that self-defeating?” Obviously not…I think women should learn to look in the mirror…

On the 9th Day of Christmas

The Christmas drum still beats on. My friends who lived for extensive periods in London, and who have had their fair share of white Christmases say that this time of year is the time of year they most miss London. I've had a few white Christmases myself... And yes they're pretty and more authentic especially in Austria where the towns are the personification of Christmas. But really. Nothing beats the sun beating down, hot weather - cooled off with a long, refreshing glass of Pimms and a fistful of prawns. And of course a day at the beach. And I know we all have iPods and all that shiz now... But I distinctly remember my parents sitting on the beach listening to the radio as we kidlets almost killed each other in the ocean. Such good times.

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me ... a retro-inspired radio and a perfect day at the beach.

Oh My

Brittany Murphy has reportedly died of a heart attack in Hollywood aged just 32. Brittany was most well known for her roles in Clueless, 8 Mile, Just Married and Sin City. So sad. Of course Ashton Kutcher has tweeted about it, proclaiming that "[Today] the world lost a little piece of sunshine." :o(

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Safe Word

This video isn't quite 100% safe for work... But it sure is sexy.

In what appears to be the first official PR move away from Lindsay Lohan's lesbian status, we have this video - filmed by Yu Tsai - as part of a behind the scenes look at a recent photo shoot by Muse (a Milanese Fashion/art magazine) featuring Lindsay Lohan, Madonna dancer Sofia Boutella and Ford model Petey Wright in a drug- and alcohol-fuelled week of sensual festivities. I find it very sexy. Pornographic filmmakers looking to capture more of the female demographic should take serious notes. This is the shiz we find beautiful and sexy - innuendo, suggestion and glamour. And felt pens.

On the 8th Day of Christmas

On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me ... a pedicure every Sunday afternoon for the rest of the year. (not by his own hand, natch - he does not need to see the bottoms of my feet).

Ever since visiting New York and being amazed by the plethora of nail salons - and shamed by the perfection of New York womens' toes - I have become obsessed with pedicures. They are amazing. I don't care where it happens - in one of those crack den looking places where immigrants are making their way in the world, or in day spa heaven. I don't care. Although this Helsinki Day Spa does look rather Amazing.

Ideally, there would also be an oxygen bar there, so that all remnants of my Saturday drinking are dissipated in several inhalations.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

On the 7th Day of Christmas

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love sent to me ... a Chanel handbag. Now that is true love!

(VB's Chanel is a vintage... And she looks like she might be in Central Park. Lucky lady).

Friday, December 18, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009

On the 6th Day of Christmas

My true love was a little early with his gift as he was travelling...

On the 6th day of Christmas my true love sent to me: A randomly cute set of Peeptoe bow-tie earrings.

Aren't they adorable?! And so cheap at $35.

Top 10

Time magazine is running its annual Top 10 of everything for 2009 (seriously) as we watch the noughties grow up into the teenaged years of the 21st Century. Will they be angsty and full of pimples? Will we throw temper tantrums for no reason, slam doors and stare moodily into space as we listen to emo bands? I hope not.

Taking out first place in the best magazine cover of the year was Bernie Madoff - the king of greed - on the front of NY Mag (I subscribe... It's my little piece of Manhattan and it makes me so happy!). As Time notes, the cover was timely and emotionally resonant, making it the cover of the year.

Taking out 4th was a fantastic cover for W magazine's art edition, with Linda Evangelista baying for someone to be responsible for it. Whatever "It" is...

The "it" is the big mystery of the cover. What does a beautiful woman decked out in gorgeous clothes care? What is It anyway? Is it the recession? Climate change? Her inability to catch a cab? And why is she holding a sign that should really be held by a homeless man with a tin cup, begging for money. What mercy is this beautiful model begging for, really? I think the cover is an interesting follow-up to the Madoff cover, who sits smugly the Joker who ripped so many thousands of people off. Could it be that thse two magazine covers suggest that the end of the noughties represents the birth of the quest to discover the meaning of life? Or is it the teenaged curiousity, as we learn that indeed each action has an opposite and equal reaction? How far can we push our luck, and what is the fall-out for others? Since we've had it so good for so long, who are these people who destroy and why are they doing it to us?

Or am I reading too much into this? I tend to think perhaps not. With climate change alarm bells ringing ever louder in our ears, as financial woes grip the globe, and as wars continue without an end - nor an outcome - in sight, we in the developed world are starting to feel the pinch, be it financial, the result of poor health due to pollution, obesity and diabetes (as our diet becomes too good for our bodies to process) or stress as we work longer and harder than ever, or as a result of some type of climatic upheaval affecting us firsthand - raging bushfires, hurricanes, drought, flood. Do you think we are entering a new age of vulnerability (as opposed to fear for the future, which I think is rather different - I think most are embracing the future... Just with a little more trepidation than previously)? Or is vulnerability really simply an enhanced awareness of consequences? For example previously, people just died. Now we have a range of diagnoses for previous unknowns, and we don't just die we now die of something. What I mean is: are we living now in a world where the consequences of most things we do - turning on a light, driving a car, eating Tim Tams til the cows come home etc - are known to us while we do it. With enlightenment comes responsibility.

In 5th place was Tar, a New York arts, culture, fashion magazine (what New York magazine isn't about those topics?). Kate Moss is stripped to the bone for this one.

7th place goes to The Advocate, and I do love this cover. Time magazine says of it: This clever and hilarious cover either consciously or unconsciously pays homage to the famous painting The Scream by Edvard Munch. The article it sells is about how the recession has affected the porn industry — hard times indeed! The photo suggests, among other things, that if it gets bad enough, movie producers may have to substitute blow-up dolls for flesh-and-blood actors. The movies may be rated X, but this cover gets an A. It pushes the boundaries of taste, but not for its target audience.

9th place goes to Interview, with Twilight's Kristen Stewart on the cover. This is clever, and the Interview with a Vampire suggestion goes without saying. (Except I just did).

10th place goes to Australian Vogue's September issue! Hooray!!! And it was glorious!

This is what Time had to say about it:
The September issue — only not the one created by Anna Wintour. This 50th anniversary issue of Vogue Australia uses multiple covers featuring actress Cate Blanchett, depicted in absolutely fabulous vintage fashion illustrations by British illustrator David Downton. The cover is a marvel in many ways. First, Blanchett's face is rendered with merely a few brushstrokes, just enough to let the reader know it's her. More important is the use of that '50s-style illustration, which creates a perfect merger of glamor, celebrity and style announcing an issue that covers the magazine's long history. Some fashion mags do the most creative covers in the industry, while others use imagery that seems like nothing more than a place mat for blurbs and cover billings. Would that there were more like this one; it just has that certain ... je ne sais quoi.

On the 5th Day of Christmas

After yesterday's little comment about carbohydrates, my true love has followed through with the goods.

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love sent to me ... one Wii fit with all the accoutrements.

I seriously want one of these things.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Unauthorised Guest Editor: Stone Soup

It is so not the weather for this recipe at all, so you must pretend that it's the dead of winter and comfort food is de rigeur (this reminds me to review a gorgeous little bar/restaurant I went to last night... On another date!). This comes from the Stone Soup blog which I truly hope you haven't forgotten. The recipes are absolutely gorgeous (usually dropped on a weekly basis), and the photographs more so. Hands up who buys recipe books for the pictures? Yeh. Me too.

arroz con chorizo y pimentos
(spanish rice with chorizo and peppers)
serves 3-4

Inspired by Simone Ortega and her quintessential book on Spanish home cooking – 1080 recipes.

It’s up to you whether you make this rice focused or more about the chorizo. I used only 2 chorizo and really enjoyed letting the rice shine but by all means add 4 chorizo if you’re feeding particularly hungry carnivores.

If you can’t get your hands on pimentos you can either leave them out or char and peel a couple of red capsicum (peppers).

This would also make a lovely vegetarian (even vegan!) meal. Just leave out the chorizo, substitute vegetable stock for the water, and toss through a can of drained chickpeas when you add the pimentos.

3T olive oil
1 large onion, peeled & chopped
2 cloves garlic, peeled & thinly sliced
2 – 4 chorizo sliced
1C Calasparra rice (or Arborio)
1 x 400g (14oz) can tomatoes, chopped
2t smoked Spanish paprika
2C water
1/2 jar pimentos (about 4), sliced

Heat oil in a large saucepan and cook onion over a medium low heat, covered and stirring occasionally until soft but not browned. Add garlic and chorizo and cook for another minute or so. Add rice, tomatoes, paprika and water and bring to a simmer.

Cook stirring occasionally until the water is absorbed and the rice is soft – 20 minutes mas ou menos (more or less). If it becomes a little dry before the rice is cooked, add a little more water.

Stir through pimentos, season well and allow to heat through.

Divide between serving bowls and serve hot.

Feast like happy little piggies. Yum!

On the 4th Day of Christmas

I decided to do things the conventional, logical way so the numbering has been corrected.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me .... A gold Omega watch! (and Cindy Crawford's 1980s body).

You know how every year or so Vogue magazine does a spread on fantastic, beautiful jewellery and watches? No? Well they do. Trust me. I keep every edition. I have been prowling jewellery stores for the perfect gold necklace of late - of course I've found it, but it's into the tens of thousand clams. Not only that, gold raises a real dilemma for me. I have a lovely, silver Longines watch. Gold and silver are never paired together in Vogue. Unless it's two-tone... And while I don't mind two-tone I'm not sure I'm 100% in love with it. And if you're going to spend tens of thousands, you want to love it more than life itself. Right girls? Right? Why do I hear crickets chirping?

Omega is always featured in the gold bit. Always. And whenever I see the shots, I wistfully stare at my Longines. Which I do love, it has serious sentimental value, however I am wistful. How can I wear my perfect gold necklace with my also-perfect-but-silver watch? So my true love is doing everything he can to make me happy. What a nice true love.

My true love was just very mean - in a realistic kind of way - and told me I need to eat less bread if I want the Cindy Crawford body bit. He'll be making up for that little comment tomorrow.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Saving A Friend From Kidnappers 101

As you may or may not be aware, Nigel Brennan (an Aussie) and Amanda Lindhout (a Canadian) were recently released from the clutches of evil Somalian kidnappers a few weeks ago after being held hostage for over a year. After very public pleas for help to the Australian Govt - which appear to have not been forthcoming given the Australian Govt's policy of not negotiating with crazed kidnappers - the Brennan family turned to a professional hostage negotiator to free their son. And free them he did! After just 90 days (compared to the Australian Govt's inactivity for 340 days). And lucky he did it in 1/3rd of the time, because this dude costs $3,000 per day! So he earned $270,000 for one job. And I bet he lives in the Bahamas for tax purposes.

[Please note: I am not criticising the Aust Govt. Can totally understand why they have the policies they do.]

Some interesting, complicating factors Mr Rich Hostage Negotiator had to contend with:

1. The Australian Govt did not hand over any information to him. Annoying! I would want to kick someone's head in for that.

2. The original kidnappers were dead because they had died in the fighting that was going on in Mogadishu. These bad-asses were certainly very active! And dead. So not very active any longer. Makes you wonder what the point of all that kidnapping is if you're just going to kark it mid-way through getting your pay out, doesn't it? Anyway. A bunch of teenagers had inherited the hostages, so negotiating with them was a little different. I imagine those hormones and random no-talking that teenagers are famous for would have been a pain in the ass for Mr Rich Hostage Negotiator man (real name John Chase).

You may also be pleased to note that if ever someone you know is kidnapped that if they ask for $2.5 million, you statistically will only have to pay about 10% of the hostage-takers' original asking price. Bargain!

The key lesson today is that if someone kidnaps your friend/brother/favourite chef at the fish & chips shop you should call a professional hostage negotiator. There are only 30 in this world. Also - if you plan on going to places where they like to kidnap people (Somalia, Latin America etc) then you may wish to ensure travellers to those areas have kidnap insurance. It exists. The amount paid to ransoms from piracy alone since January 2008 to about February 2009 was between US$50-US$80 million. That is a ridiculous amount of money. That would feed a lot of starving people who don't kidnap to get their McDonalds.

Nigel Brennan and Amanda Lindhout (both freelance journalists) were kidnapped just 4 days after arriving in Somalia, and were released just over a year later. Dick Smith (geek entrepreneur in Australia - by all acounts a very philanthropic and wonderful man), Senator Bob Brown (mad greenie with strong ideals) and others assisted the Brennan family pay the $500,000 fee for Nigel's release. They also called for the Australian Government to change the manner in which they handle hostage situations.

Dick Smith wrote to the govt saying they should adopt a "completely different plan" for future cases.

"The British Government ... instantly say to any family, 'Here are the names of the three security companies which have expertise in that, and then you should deal with the company.' Now that's what the Australian Government should have done."

Good advice. So. Now you know. Upon kidnapping, call professional hostage negotiator + Dick Smith. Do not go to the Govt, but try to grab $200,000 on the way to jail. You'll need it.

Gaga Looks Pretty

Cyndi Lauper, slightly less so. Both appear here for MAC's latest Viva Glam advertising. Seriously - MAC has a new range or advertising campaign every 17 seconds. These people are busy! I think this pairing is pure genius! Imagine their music together!

On the 10th Day of Christmas

I have just realised that I am going backwards through that Christmas carol, and that this should really be on the 3rd day of Christmas. We do things differently here at Snapdragons, OK? Conventional we ain't. (Really, I just don't think anything through).

Anyway. Back to Christmas. On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me ... a gorgeous (and you may think this is boring but it's not because it's practical AND beautiful) Dandi chopping board.

You'll notice this is rather nicely grouped next to Curtis Stone - in the "gourmet" category of gifts. That's about all the cooking stuff my love is going to give me this Christmas, because as of tomorrow we get very, very materialistic!

PS: Dandi is a Sydney based design house specialising in designing modern Australian fabric and tableware. The Dandi team = trained industrial designers with a passion for beautiful and functional objects. So expect your shiz to last. This is not a Chinese sweat shop pumping out plastic tablecloths by any means.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Run Away

I think I've mentioned the most lovely Chasing Bow boutique that graces the upper end of Latrobe Terrace in Paddington, Brisvegas... No? I can't remember. If you are a lover of boutique-shopping, you should check it out when you are in Brisbane. If you can't do that, then you should sign up to their weekly email. The weekly email - full of droplets of honey-love as it is - is almost better than shopping in the delightfully scented store itself. Emails generally arrive weekly ... or whenever they feel like it. Emails are a tad haphazard which is right up my alley. It is the sign of a scattered brain, and that makes me happy.

(Do you see what I did there? Twilight shopping evening = gratuitous shot of that guy everyone is creaming their pants over. Frankly, I don't see what all the fuss is about).

I just received an email full of xoxo and lovelies from Chasing Bow reminding me of the fantabulous twilight shopping evening being held this Thursday along Latrobe Terrace. Some of my favourite Paddington stores will be open - La La Latrobe, Chasing Bow (duh!), Ginza (great swimsuit range - which we know I love!) Retro Metro (tied 1st for favourite vintage store with Box Vintage, West End). Then there will be Made In France, ici et la, Mood and so on!

I wonder if close retail competitors Petrol, Secret Wardrobe and Meow Meow (diviiiiine but oh so expensive) will also be open? I won't really know, however, as after I quickly nip in to Chasing Bow to secure myself one of these little gems:
I'm off to share a drink with a dear friend at Lark (another awesome Paddington secret - although not such a secret now, as it wins so many awards!) and then we're seeing the premiere of a George Clooney film. No idea what it's called, but I'll review it for you guys!

These lovely little rings are made by Limedrop (Melbourne designers of course - and they have Run Away in a necklace which I'm also lusting after), and retail at $25 (budget buster!). Thursday night's Twilight Shopping will enable you to pounce upon a 25% discount. So you do the maths, because I can't. It's cheaper than cheap anyway. Seriously though - sign up for the email. It is guaranteed to make you feel loved.

Married Folk

Now that most of my friends are either married or hurtling rather rapidly towards married-status, I decided it was time I surveyed some of them about some important married-life facts. Here are my findings (note - we moved on to other topics almost immediately, so there aren't many findings to report. I'll try harder next time).

1. They have sex less. Truly ruly. But not in like a "once per year on our anniversary" kind of way, but just a bit less than the "we're on honeymoon and don't we just love it" kind of way.

2. The person they married is "the best sex of their lives". Which makes Finding #1 not make sense. Why wouldn't you have more of the good stuff? OR is it better because they have less of it? The answer to this is: it was always amazing, they did it a lot at the start, and now they Just. Have. Less. Sex. Stop asking so many questions about our off-limits married sex life.

3. Most of them knew as soon as they met the person that this would be the person they would marry (aka The One). Or, in the case of one girlfriend who had already known him for a while as friends - after their first drunken encounter, she just knew. [This "just knowing" concept is so crazy, don't you think?]

4. Their husbands are decent, awesome guys. Compared to the angst-causing dudes they dated pre meeting their The One. This is an amazing, inspiring, reassuring Finding.

5. They are all probably going to have babies soon, but they recommend enjoying being married for a few years first because being married apparently rocks.

6. They still all have social lives.

What a nice survey! I liked my findings, and it was an interesting insight into the hallowed halls of Marriage. Frankly, it is a total mystery to me although I will admit that being a female who likes table settings, I have picked out several different wedding-table table settings for myself in my mind. But I have no frickin' idea what the guy I marry looks like sitting at the table in my mind.

PS: This is not my wedding table setting. The chairs are naff.

The Eleven Days of Christmas

So I eff-ed up my timing somewhat on this one, as I had hoped to have a perfect The Twelve Days of Christmas thing, but that's not going to work because it's the 14th today. Although, if I lived in New York it would have worked. Dammit.

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me... A lunch with Curtis Stone! (Because my imaginary true love is NOT jealous or threatened by a cute man who loves his mum who can cook and likes girls who drink and run around outside with less-than-perfect hair).

Can't wait to see what I get tomorrow.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Friday = Movie Day

Sex and the City 2... I think about it with a little dread. A shiver runs up my spine, and it's not in a sexy way. I hope it's good... but I fear the worst after the colour-coordinated uber-schmaltz of film #1 I'm just not sure what to expect from #2. And I know this is not very girl-power of me to say, but I really don't care about them when they're married and blissful and ... old. There I said it.

Anyhoo, I'll go and see it. So here is the first promo pic for the film. Any thoughts? At least they're staying true to Carrie's wardrobe.

La Vie en Rose

Any purveyor of film must have an opinion on David Lynch. I'm not going to bore you with mine but needless to say I remain freaked out by The Lost Highway and still mind-fucked and confused by Mulholland Drive. So clearly I love his work. He is basically the surreal artist of the film world.

He is now extending his reach into advertising, with the recent announcement that he'll be directing the latest in the Lady Dior perfume campaign ads. These are similar to the Chanel No. 5 ads (featuring Nicole Kidman - please stop hating her) as directed by my beloved Baz Luhrmann in that there is a story - told in 30 second bites - that is continued through both the print campaign and future ads. The first in the Lady Dior series was directed by Oliver Dahan and featuring Marion Cotillard: the latest French-faced - and French, natch - film-darling after appearing with Johnny Depp in Public Enemies and backing it up with a performance (which I'm yet to see) in Nine - but basically she's made it. She's appeared with pretty much anyone who's anyone in Hollywood in those films alone, and she of course won an Oscar for her performance in La Vie en Rose - the Edith Piaf biopic a few years back. And, of course, she's a Fashion Icon which has put her in the stratosphere. And, duh! She's gorgeous and languid. And wearing Chanel (um.. and Dior perfume). Everything we women wish we could be.

Damn. This was meant to be about David Lynch. Just wiki him if you need to know more. I'm spent. :o)

Oh yeh. I was meant to say David Lynch picks up where Oliver left off in the secret-agent story of Lady Dior. Part II if you will.