Friday, June 4, 2010

Friday Funnies (Sort Of) or A Lesson In Irony

Q: What would you save if your house was burning down?
A: "What house? I have several," he laughs. "I don't really care for possessions."

-- Karl "anti-materialist" Lagerfeld, as interviewed by Alexa Chung in this month's British Vogue.



PS: I can tell you're all just dying to know: the picture advertised was for a marine bean bag!!! I thought it was wine, or a holiday destination... etc. I don't think a bean bag would have me feeling like I was in the middle of paradise with a hot guy boozing up, but great hook!

Fuck, I Love You

This pretty much speaks for itself right? I am frothing at the mouth just thinking about Season 3.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

What Is This An Ad For?

I'll tell you tomorrow...


I'll give you a hint - it comes from New Zealand.

Thought of the Day

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Furious Love


Elizabeth Taylor has released her love letters from Richard Burton to Vanity Fair magazine in its July edition. The letters apparently give new insight into "a passionate, playful but turbulent romance" that spanned 20 years and two marriages.

Apparently one letter is kept private however: the final letter written by Burton - only a few days before his death in Switzerland of a brain hemorrhage - and which reached Elizabeth after she returned from his memorial service. How spooky...

Taylor, 78, decided to share the bulk of the letters with Kashner and Schoenberger for a book Furious Love: Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, and the Marriage of the Century which is due for release later this month.

Burton calls Taylor "Twit Twaddle" (what...?), addresses her as "My Lumps" (what would Fergie say about that?) and sometimes signed his letters "Husbs."

Here are some extracts to tantalise you... And make you question the quality of those dirty text messages/flirty emails we receive these days which apparently now equate to love letters:

* "If you leave me, I shall have to kill myself. There is no life without you."

* "You are probably the best actress in the world, which, combined with your extraordinary beauty, makes you unique."

* "The fundamental and most vicious, swinish, murderous, and unchangeable fact is that we totally misunderstand each other ... we operate on alien wave­lengths. You are as distant as Venus - planet, I mean - and I am tone-deaf to the music of the spheres." (If he'd put this thought in a book, he'd have made millions! Talk about being ahead of his time)

In other letters, the Welsh-born actor confesses that he believes acting, for a man, is "sissified and faintly ridiculous" and talks of how he wished he had chosen the life of a writer.

"Richard was magnificent in every sense of the word," Taylor, the eight-times married actress, told Kashner and Schoenberger.

"And in everything he ever did.... He was the kindest, funniest, and most gentle father. All my kids worshiped him. Attentive, loving - that was Richard - from those first moments in Rome we were always madly and powerfully in love. We had more time but not enough," she said.

Taylor and Burton started a torrid affair in 1962 on the Rome set of the movie Cleopatra that shocked the media and was denounced by the Vatican as both were still married to other partners.

Their first marriage lasted from 1964-74 and they wed again in October 1975 before breaking up in July 1976.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Winter

Yes! It's the first day of winter today, here in the southern hemisphere. We are just starting to get that cracking snap in the air in the mornings and at night. This is when my bad habits emerge: sloth (too dark for the gym/too cold to run outside - oh the excuses! and general hibernations - the Friday night thriller on the ABC never looked so good - bye bye social life!), envy (wishing vainly for summer in a slightly non-healthy way), gluttony (eating far more carbs than are necessary, actually just eating far too much full stop!). Pride goes by the way side (in direct proportion to the increase in sloth), and I never really know what to do about wrath. Too lazy. So I shop instead.

Today I bought a pair of thigh high (as in mid-thigh high) suede black boots (flat). I have no idea what I need them for, but they seem cool (hello, Greed). With today's outfit, anyway! There will have to be a play-session tonight to determine whether this was a wise investment (leaving aside my protestations that when I'm back in the northern hemisphere, I'll be needing them). As for my old friend Lust... Let's just say that there is an article floating around (still no hyperlinks - how do I change my blog template?) that says that Facebook can tell who you'll be dating next (or charged with stalking by - it's a fine line) due to your visits to someone's page. True, that.

Here's a grab from Kookai's winter collection, which I thought pretty much summed up the direction winter is taking fashion-wise here in BrisVegas.

Tattoo 2

I have mentioned a few times my desire to get a tattoo as well as the location. Ally Kay serendipitously mentioned it almost the instant I saw this picture of Catherine McNeil's latest tattoo in honour of her fiancee, Ruby Rose. In the exact location I'm thinking, and with similar kinds of typeface!

[Image from Paris Vogue]

Is this a sign?